Crisis of Infinite Visions: A Wonder Woman Fanfiction Story

Central Vision 2:

Back in the Earth-0 universe...

Queen Bee is sitting in her gold bar office.

The Themiscyra International logo on the pyramid shaped TV set has been magically changed to Bialya International in purplish black. A Mist Knight's gold jewel head surrounds the new logo of BI.

Queen Bee is wearing a darkish blue puffed sleeved dress over her newer matching battle wear, a translucent glowing bright yellow veil laced in spirit energy silver, a golden tiara with twin carvings of bees, golden stinger earrings, and jet black lined white boots.

A Bialyan Amazon with slightly long dark brown hair is sitting on her desk, showing off the lower half of her legs shown bare.

Her name is Patti Mendejoil.

She wears very dark green puffed sleeved dress over her darkish blue battle wear, golden stinger earrings, a translucent glowing pale yellow veil laced in spirit energy silver, and jet black lined white boots.

Queen Bee very faintly smiles.

Patti Mendejoil makes a sad face.

In slightly chimed sounding Bialyan... She goes, "aw. What's wrong, my queen?"

Queen Bee heavily sighs.

She finds it hard to look up.

After a bit... She looks up.

A little teary eyed... She says in Bialyan, "Patti...try to understand this. Chaos chose the Cheetah over me."

Patti Mendejoil blushes a bit.

She nervously concludes, "sorry, my queen. I try. But... Moderate sigh. I'm simple minded. You seem happy to become queen of Chaos's Amazons. Yet, you're not."

Queen Bee puts a darkly comforting hand on hers.

She reflects, "Patti Mendejoil...I already am queen of our nation. I have been for as long as I want to remember. Yet, Biayla and our wonders remain only a footnote against Greece's mystical wonders."

After a bit... She continues, "I really want to be a goddess: To bring fame, tourism, and pleasures back to our great nation forevermore. Aresia just cared for fame for her tribe and never really for ours. I'd betray Aresia and take her place if I had to. But..."

Patti Mendejoil finishes the thought, "...Athena destroyed her."

Queen Bee very faintly smiles, "yes. But, I never thought..."

Patti Mendejoil asks in concern, "never thought what?"

Queen Bee suddenly heatedly glares down.

She openly admits, "I never liked the Cheetah! I always thought she was not a worthy champion for Amazons. The second thing Aresia and I didn't agree about."

Patti Mendejoil nervously gulps.

She says, "forgive me, my queen. I know you have great reasons. But...why do you hate the Cheetah?"

Queen Bee mostly assures, "I forgive you."

Patti Mendejoil ceremoniously bows before Queen Bee's hand.

She then sits up again.

Sounding a little better... She says, "thank you, my queen."

Queen Bee looks up.

Her heated glare gives way to a cruel smile.

Queen Bee adds, "you're welcome."

Queen Bee questions, "do you know how we found the Cheetah?"

Patti Mendejoil realizes, "I don't. But...would it please you if you tell me?"

Queen Bee bluntly answers, "I'm pleased to tell you anything on my mind: Even what I don't want to tell to other Amazons."

Patti Mendejoil faintly giggles.

She figures, "then it'd please us both. Please do like you have many times."

Queen Bee figures, "okay. Her story began many months ago..."

Many mortal months ago...

There was a archeologist from Nottingham, England named Barbara Minerva.

She was quickly becoming infamous for raiding ancient villages and ruins for ancient works of art, idols, gold bars, and anything else she could get her hands on across Africa and South America.

But alas, half of her riches were paid to expensive lawyers. And, the villagers were too financially poor to oppose her in court.

Barbara Minerva used the online alias of ShootingStar697 to help herself fence the artifacts. For a avatar, she had a burning strawman like bobblehead.

Offline... She had long slightly curly dark red hair, matching nails, and black to green earthy colored puffy sleeved dresses.

She didn't even have a butler or a maid: She did everything herself around her mostly light brown and flowery yellow manor.

Her bodyguards were figureheads by day, lead raiders by night. But, they made no attempt to disguise their shady dark green and light orange army jackets.

Barbara Minerva worked out a lot just by going up and down winding stairs of the manor, keeping the plants watered and everything sparkling clean.

A firing range on the grass lawn in the back of her manor though was her daily pastime: When she wasn't researching all night on ancient artifacts, drinking coffee to stay up, or watching documentaries on ancient civilizations nonstop on her flatscreen TV.

Sometimes, her bodyguards swore they could hear her talking and laughing with the stolen works of art: Like they were talking and having drinks together. But, there wasn't ever even a hint of Atramentum.

No one wanted to be around Barbara Minerva long: Not even British fighters that found her attractive at first, her contacts in the black market, her own bodyguards, or socialites that like small talk and nail polish so much.

That is...until one day.

The day was February 8, 2013.

From the depths of a river of fog, a total lunar eclipse was coming.

Some call it a blood moon. Some call it just a eclipse.

But, across parallel Earths...it was a dangerous sign to many of ancient civilizations.

Most people would have run back home. But, not Barbara Minerva.

The plant godUrzkartaga came to her in her stone rune lined mirror.

His face was that of a male cheetah: With his chin held high, some curvy dark red lines down his face, and dark red in his eyes.

With a growly voice... He declared, "Dr. Barbara Ann Minerva. I see...a destiny of immortality for you. But, you must act now. To become immortal...you must act now."

Barbara Minerva looked stunned.

She banged on the mirror hard some with her fist.

She groaned hard some as she clutched her fist. But, the mirror didn't even dent.

Urzkartaga's face was still there. He just lowly growled and chirped.

Barbara Minerva looked wide eyed at him. But, only for a few mortal seconds.

Sounding suspicious... She brought up, "I'm touched by this offer of yours. But...who are you? How the hell are you seeing me in my mirror? Why now?"

Suddenly... She heard loud footsteps outside...along with the sounds of laser fast fire from light gun pointers.

She gulped nervously some.

She just as quickly got straight faced. But, she was a little teary eyed at the thought of her guards falling.

Urzkartaga brought up, "MI6 is about to catch you as well as your guards. You can ask them all these things and be put in a rubber room. Or, you can reach out to my paw. You agree to become my goddess partner. And I, Urzkartaga, make you the Cheetah: A goddess to be feared by all game seekers in the lands."

Barbara Minerva started to smirk.

She had a hand on her gray light gun pointer under her dress the whole time she was standing there.

But...she then took her hand off it.

Barbara Minerva could have shot laser fast fire to make her own way out. But...she loved artifacts and riches too much to run.

Urzkartaga's paw and leg was outstretched out through the mirror.

The wooden double doors were kicked down on the first floor below.

Barbara Minerva smirked wide.

And, without hesitation... She said, "all right: I'll be your Cheetah. Getting caught up in something is not the sort of thing that happens to me. I don't let it."

She reached out to his paw.

Urzkartaga growled and faintly purred. He darkly smiled.

He pulled her to him.

And, in mortal seconds... They vanished through the mirror.

Watery waves came and went in the mirror.

MI6 agents in all black clothes come storming into Barbara's room.

One of them mutters, "go spare. Where the devil is Dr. Minerva?!"

They search and search. But, all they find are ancient works of art, countless recordings of documentaries, and gold bars.

Back through the watery waves in the mirror... The picture changed over to a near blackish white upright scroll.

Urzkartaga declared, "I thirst for the very spirit sacrificed from the fresh quenching destruction of a mortal. Go back for a mortal minute and do it by your own hand."

Barbara Minerva confidently concluded, "I will. Faint laugh. That won't be hard."

Pictures were going by of a burning city. Many shadows ran for it.

A pair of shadow torches fell. Shadows ten by ten fell and fell in the smoke.

A shadow man named Dr. Leavens tried to run out the back of a shadow house.

He was his ex-husband from college. He was a scientist glad to be rid of her.

But... Barbara Minerva's shadow came jumping down with a throwing knife.

A scream.

Dr. Leavens's shadow falls before her.

Urzkartaga growled and faintly purred.

He declared, "to consummate your commitment as my goddess partner...you must take and partake of the sacrificial spirit energy as it leaves his body. My knife will serve you well for it."

Some pictures went by of Barbara Minerva slashing her glowing spirit energy knife around at the spirit energy floating away over the fallen body. It glowed very dark red past the shadows.

She then put the glowing spirit energy knife in her mouth like a sword swallower.

Only, the spirit energy harmlessly just passed through.

Or so she thought.

She laughed and laughed loudly after she had pulled it out.

A watery magic portal opened behind her.

She walked back out through it.

Urzkartaga declared, "now...the sacrament has begun."

Another set of pictures went by over the scroll.

Egyptian pyramids came. They faded just as quick before a dark cave temple.

Barbara Minerva was lying on a bed of tied together fossil bones. Her hands were out by the side.

Her body was mostly covered in ceremonial black spots. Only things she wore were a ceremonial cheetah catsuit like sleeveless top and matching shorts.

Two flying spirit energy knives slashed into her hands.

She groaned hard in mental pain. But, she didn't physically shake.

She kept her eyes open.

All she thought of much was the mental image of goddesshood: Her body orangish yellow all over with black spots, a strong tail to match, and her hair changing from yellow to dark red on a whim.

A side picture went by of a steaming hot yellowish black herbal brew in a silvery clay chalice.

Urzkartaga declared, "good, my Cheetah. Now...I be sharing of the lifevine of my royal blood. Pluck a leaf, my servant. Grind your very hands in it, my Cheetah. Let the spirit energy pour from them before the royal blood. Grind until the leaf is no more. Grind until the royal blood is rich and full in the royal cup."

A side picture went by of a shadow priest bringing forth a thin prickly leaf.

Barbara Minerva sat up.

She ground and ground her hands together in the leaf.

Leaf bits by leaf bits fell in the chalice. Her hands got more and more sore.

Dark red spirit energy coursed through her. It got bigger and bigger in a aura with every grinding.

Barbara Minerva was trembling.

She mentally groaned, struggling to hold on to the spirit energy coursing through.

Side pictures showed shadows of Bana-Mighdall Amazons moving toward the temple.

Spirit energy blades slash through tens of his followers in cheetah themed Greek robes. Spirit energy arrows pierce through tens of Bana-Mighdall Amazons. Massive destruction before Urzkartaga's bone decorated pyramid.

The chalice was rich and full.

Barbara Minerva was starting to sip from it...when a spirit energy arrow came.

It pierced through it...shattering it into steaming hot pieces.

The Urzkartaga priest screamed.

A body fell to the cave floor.

Bana-Mighdall Amazon shadows surrounded the bed of fossilized bones.

One of them punched Barbara Minerva.

She fell unconscious.

Only some of the spirit energy aura and the ceremonial mixture remained within her.

Then... Aresia came.

The pictures gave way to full color picture.

Aresia glared warningly.

She called out, "you shouldn't have done that! This woman could have been taken unwillingly by Urzkartaga for all you know."

A side picture of the roaring mad face of Urzkartaga went by. Another showed it connected on a god family tree to a more leafy looking Hades and a very long black haired Artemis.

One of the Bana-Mighdall Amazons asked, "then what do we do with her, Queen Aresia?"

Aresia suddenly darkly smiled.

She decided, "oh, she'll get her chance to redeem herself from the evil of men...on Amazons Attack."

The Bana-Mighdall Amazons around her darkly smiled.

Some mortal months later...

The Amazons Attack credits roll early due to the cameras turning into melting cheese...just after the Cheetah and Hercules battle in the stadium.

Presently...

Patti Mendejoil somberly murmurs, "ohh. My queen...I'm really sorry."

Some tears fall from her face.

Queen Bee faintly sniffles.

All this time, and she hasn't moved her hand away from Patti Mendejoil.

Queen Bee closes her eyes, holding back tears.

And... She says, "thank you...my Amazon partner."