Chapter Twenty Nine "Power Struggle Part Two."
Clark was knocked around by the Kryptonite whips that cut and sliced into his skin. He staggered and dropped to a knee as he tried to scramble back to a standing position. The Last Son of Krypton was trying to force himself to face his enemy but it was harder than he thought. He felt the blood pour from the wound in his cheek. He placed his finger on his cheek and wiped the blood off, a frustrating grimace flickering through his eyes. Determination was not something the Last Son of the House of El lacked.
Pain was not an element he lacked either, as Kryptonite brass knuckles, two pairs, one on both hands, were introduced into the occasion. Several of Zod's minions were knocked down.
Clark tried to grab his attacker but Downfall was faster and a beam of energy shot out knocking him down. He skidded across the ground and every single nerve in his body exploded with more pain than he'd ever knew.
"Now, it's time," Downfall commented as the attack raised the whips but a magical grip surrounded them and pulled backwards hard sending Downfall flipping to the ground.
Arcane showed up, going face to face with Downfall.
"So, it's you," Arcane commented as he tried to attack Downfall but a shield appeared around the attacker to block Harry's attack. "Lose the mask, Alexandra."
Downfall offered a slight smile beneath the mask, even though it couldn't be seen by Harry, who had a feeling he was being punished for pulling a similar stunt in another life. The emerald eyes of Harry Potter flickered with annoyance as he tried to send out a bolt of light at her.
She dodged the first and then she reflected a second attack back at him. Downfall kept pivoting, sticking, moving, and dancing around his attacks. Her eyes widened in amazement as she ended up behind Arcane.
Arcane jabbed his hand at the ground hard sending out a shock wave which caused Downfall to fall head over heels to crash hard with the ground.
"Can't hurt you, so I'll damage the ground underneath you," Harry told his enemy as he conjured an energy scythe.
Zod rolled over, still stunned by the Kryptonite that was flooding the tunnel. He saw Ra's down on the ground and the Demon Head's hand scrambled towards the blade.
The Major countered by picking up a sword that had been left upon the ground.
The sword and the knife clung together as the two tried to push back and forth against each other. Sparks started to fly.
"You won't possess it," Ra's growled, the ravages of age was causing him to lose ground in the fight but the ravages of Kryptonite caused Zod equal problems, so the fight was more than even. The two of them continued their battle.
In one last desperate gambit, Zod reared his leg back and kicked the knife out of the hands of Ra's. It cause a stabbing pain in his foot but it was fleeting and since the knife was out of arm's reach, he was able to grab Ra's and hurl him to the floor.
Ra's landed with a bone shattering thud, as two of Zod's guards walked over. The Major stood above Zod and turned to his men.
"Guard him, I'll find out if this pit increases my powers," Zod commanded.
As Clark was knocked out on the ground Downfall and Arcane circled each other, trading energy attacks back and forth each attack increasing in intensity as the fight progressed. Though neither able to get much of an upper hand on the other.
Harry pushed hard towards his adversary.
"I don't wish to fight," Downfall commented and the emerald eyed wizard smiled as he fired back.
"Could have fooled me," Harry retorted to his adversary as he circled the individual that was trying to slash at him with the whips. Harry Potter's emerald eyes narrowed as he kept trying to find his way to get around this enemy. "I don't know what I've done to you, Alex, but I'm sick of it, sick to death of it, and I'm going to force the issue."
The mask was coming off, one way or another. Even if it had to tear it off with his bare hands. Arcane and Downfall continued to do battle with each other, not caring that they stamped on Clark as they did so. The flashes of spell fire went back, and forth between the dueling pair as they continued to fight.
Zod broke into the pit chamber but a woman jumped on the back of his head. He shrugged her off like she was an annoyance.
Jade rolled over, her mask knocked off, her hood thrown back, and her hair in utterly disarray. Plus she chipped a nail but that was a minor annoyance. The assassin grabbed the Kryptonite dagger, she had one good shot on him, she'd better make it count.
"Hold her Basquet," Zod rasped as the large man grabbed Cheshire from behind. The young woman started to kick and twist out of his grip. The woman was pushed down to both knees and forced to kneel before Zod.
"Congratulations, this may be the first and last time you've made a woman kneel before you," Jade spat as she looked up at Zod with contempt, annoyed that she had been disarmed. The Major considered snapping the woman's neck for her disobedience.
A loud explosion resounded from outside which broke Zod's concentration. Downfall and Arcane flew into the chamber trading blows as their battle continued smashing hard into Zod in the process and sending him flying like a pinball to smash against the closest wall.
He made a mad dash to the pit but Harry, raising his hand, caused a shield to appear around it.
Zod screamed out in agony as he struck the shield. Every single bit of skin on his body felt like it was set on fire and the nerve endings of his body were rattled. The Major dropped to a knee and started to breath heavily as he turned to Harry.
Angrily, he fired his heat vision at Harry but he was behind Zod at super speed before he got hit.
Zod and Harry circled each other but Ra's was back in the battle. He was injured and he staggered towards the pit. He collapsed to the ground and Harry once again made sure the shield was up.
The half of a second that his head was turned around, Zod tried to stab him in the side with the Kryptonite dagger. Harry blocked it and pushed him back as the Herald of Death disarmed Zod.
Downfall slipped off into the night and Zod dropped to his knees, weakened severely, and completely drained, just as he heard Clark's footsteps.
"So this is what you've done, to your Kryptonian brothers and sisters!" Zod cried as he drew attention to the incriminating dagger in Harry's hand. "Well if you must, finish me, finish me now!"
Zod's expression twisted towards Harry. "FINISH ME!"
Harry wondered about Zod and suddenly, a blur shot out. There was a few seconds where Harry had no idea what precisely was happening around him but Zod was sprinted out of there.
If what happened, what he thought happened, well heads were about to roll.
Talia stepped forwards, walking with a slight limp.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked to Talia and the woman inclined her head.
"I'll survive," Talia informed him and she looked over the situation. "And you?"
"I'll be fine," Harry told her and Talia nodded.
"I can't believe that he was about to kill you in cold blood."
Zod looked up, as the remaining Kandorians stood around Clark, who had his head inclined.
"You saved me, when you could have left me there, once again, you have proven your worth, Kal," Zod stated as he expertly masked the cunning calculation in his eyes.
"I had to get you out of there…."
"And the Pit….it would likely have been destroyed, because it could be an equalizer, it might even the odds," Zod remarked.
"I remember the pit…."
"Yes, you were exposed to it," Zod told him, side stepping Clark and a smile crossed his face. "The power, it felt good, didn't it? It felt amazing, didn't it?"
Clark was not going to lie, rather he looked Zod in the eye and nodded. There was a sense when he was exposed to the pit, he was completely liberated. He saw Zod's wounds and the "D" that was carved into his shoulder. Zod noticed him looking and decided to clarify the significance of the mark.
"There was someone who has called themselves Downfall who attacked me, killed my men," Zod remarked to Clark but then he decided to reach in and go for the kill. "I've seen it with my own two eyes, I know who it is, and the man beneath the mask is Harry Potter."
Clark wondered if Harry's Herald of Death powers had caused him to take a flying leap off the deep end. There were times where Zod could have betrayed him, yet he helped Clark out, even at the expense of his own life. He took a bullet for him, made sure that no harm came to him.
"I just can't believe it's gone this far," Clark remarked, his words tinged with disbelief.
"Believe it, Kal-El, believe it," Zod told him as he saw his hands, scarred and wounded from the battle at hand. He was not lying to this young man before him, not at all. A look of furious intensity flickered through his eyes as they traveled up and down the face of the Last Son of Krypton.
It was just that though, there had to be something more to this, something that he was missing but now, he could think of nothing. That was the most frustrating, the most extremely galling part of it all. His eyes were bloodshot as he kept thinking about the problems before him.
"You can't save them, Kal-El, you can't save them all," Zod informed the young man before him, shifting to show the extremely prominent scar on his shoulder.
Clark pondered about this and it was true, he had a savior complex of some sort, something that got him into trouble. He wondered if all that he did was worth it.
"I know what I could become but I know what you could become as well….your powers, they are very easy to corrupt, are they not?" Zod asked him.
"Yes," Clark remarked to Zod, wondering where this was going and there was a short time where Zod was silent, as if he was contemplating a great mystery in life that he was going to share with Kal. Silence reigned supreme.
"I'm not going to be a fool and indulge you on the fact that you might be fighting a losing battle, although I'm honestly astonished that your minders have not come here to tuck you into bed and read you a bedtime story, yet," Zod informed Kal and the young man wondered if he should reveal a certain new aspect to Zod.
He wondered if the thought that Clark had back up would prevent him from doing anything more drastic.
"They're….they're where you least expect them," Clark informed him and Zod raised an eyebrow a fraction of an inch but otherwise he said nothing.
"I would have assumed that they would not have let you from their sight but I guess they are more trusting then I believed," Zod commented to Kal and the two locked eyes. "We better move."
"To where?" Clark asked.
Zod thought about that. "This stronghold is compromised. And the temple….we cannot go back there. Not to mention the fact that your farm is swarming with people and Potter will know the moment that we get there."
Zod's contorted into a knowing smirk. He slowly reeled Clark into the net, like the big fish that he was. Soon he would have him in, the hook was in the mouth of the young man.
"What about your Fortress?" Zod asked to Clark.
There was a sense of dread that filled Clark and there was apprehension as he did not answer the question, at least not right away. There was a few seconds pause before he blurted out the next few words.
"It's gone….my mother thought that…."
"Lara had no right to do that," Zod informed Clark, and the man was seething that he lost a potentially valuable resource that he could utilize in his plans. "She had no right to do it at all."
Zod's expression boiled with frustration as he kept his mind on the prize at large and tried to think of an alternative. His men were dropping by the wayside, he was counting on that Fortress, and he knew that the League of Shadows, the Heralds, and this Downfall would be close behind.
Zod's plan was not going to fail, at least it was not going to fail this time. Confidence burned through his mind as the Kandorian major made his way forward. The rest of the soldiers followed him to the area where he was sure that there was one final pit.
"You will not get your hands on the Pit, Zod."
Talia stood in front of him, her arms folded. Her father had disappeared and she had no idea what happened to him. Yet, she was not going to allow a known psychopath like Zod, a man who had many killed in his mad experiments to restore his powers, which made him far worse in some respects than anything else she had ever seen. She clapped her hands and a few members of her Elite Guard, all made of females, stepped in front of her to block Zod.
"Do you really want to tempt fate," Zod questioned as Talia's expression contorted into a brief smile as she was handed a sheath.
"I see, that you already have, those scars on your face, some of them look fairly nasty, Major," Talia informed him, a wicked grin filling the woman's face as she continued to survey Zod, taking in every inch of him. She could tell that the Major was not about to stop, not when he was close to his goal. "It would be a pity….a true pity….if anything were to happen to you."
"You think that you could defeat me, that's quaint," Zod told the woman but he felt the stinging sensation of the scars that were not healing. He reached forward and touched his flesh, feeling the blood that could be drawn at any second.
"I don't think, I know I can," Talia informed him, a few seconds where she smiled and tapped her hand on the sheath as she produced a sword.
The sword blade was made completely of Kryptonite, tailor made to deal with Zod . She stared at him as the Kandorians stepped back as Talia, Jade, and her Elite Guard swooped around her.
"It's over, Zod," Talia remarked as she jabbed the sword towards him. "Why don't you kneel?"
Zod's eyes flared with anger as he was told by this woman to kneel before her. This filled him with anger as he reached towards her but Talia dodged the attack and her guard tossed several Kryptonite daggers.
Several of the Kandorians collapsed to the ground as they were impaled through the heart.
Clark appeared at that next second and he grabbed Talia around the waist, then with another motion he sprinted her away. She managed to get one cut in on him before she was disarmed by him. The Kryptonite sword caused him misery but he kept rushing her off. His hands were covered with blisters as he kept running. He closed his eyes, breathing in and out heavily as he deposited his enemy down to the ground.
Clark shifted back to the fight dropping to his knees after he returned but once again Downfall appeared in front of him.
"You were given a chance," Downfall told Clark as the figure waved a hand and electrified Kryptonite whips shot out towards him but he ducked and rolled. The Last Son of Krypton was avoiding the attacks as they slashed out at him. "You've thrown your hat in with Zod."
"You're not the one who is being betrayed here, Harry," Clark managed as he grabbed Downfall but Downfall knocked him to the ground.
Suddenly, Harry flew out from out of nowhere like spinning like a cork out of a bottle and speared Downfall into the ground.
The impact of magical energy echoed from all around and raising to their feet Downfall and Harry circled each other once more. Harry's eyes narrowed with a great intensity flickering within them as he lifted up a dagger before he threw it.
Downfall deflected it.
Clark looked up and saw Downfall and Harry in the same place, at the same time, and now he did not know what to believe. The two circled each other and continued their fight, the flashes of mystical energy surrounding them.
Zod had fought his way through to the temple and he was going to access the pit. Malice and greed flickered through his eyes.
He came face to face with the Ra's Al Ghul who was not ready to go down, at least not yet.
"Stand back or I will force you back," Zod commented as Ra's stood to his full height with a smile on his face throwing his cloak off to the side he fell backward into the pit with his arms extended to the side landing within it with a splash.
Zod waited and watched what would happen. He saw that there was a different fluid in this pit than there was in the other one. Now the Kandorian's mind was racked with nerves as he considered the possibilities.
"I SEE THE POWER CLEARLY!"
Ra's rose from the pit with bulging muscles and bloodshot glowing green eyes that where narrowed in his fury as he stepped out of the pit and prepared to face his enemy. He cracked his knuckles together followed by his neck and advanced upon Zod.
Zod stood face to face and he made his way towards the pit. Super speed was something that gave him an advantage but it put him into the grip of Ra's.
"Now, with the serum infused in the pit, I'm strong enough to destroy you," Ra's commented loudly as he wrapped his hand around Zod's throat and slammed him hard into the closest wall. His underlings said that it was dangerous and it could kill him but he decided that he would be the one to determine whether or not it was worth the risk. He leaned forward so close that Zod would be able to feel his breath, his eyes locked on the Major's.
Zod was desperate enough to do something insane in order to escape the Demon Head's hold on him and his eyes lit up before he sent the heat vision towards Ra's Al Ghul. Ra's dodged, but the heat vision connected with his shoulder burning his skin but the power and the adrenaline running through him kept him from feeling any pain.
Talia watched her father, and came to the conclusion that he'd gone mad. She was scared out of her mind as she saw her father's eyes flare with complete madness. Her dark hair framed her face as she kept her green eyes upon her father and her mouth hung open as she took a step towards him, her heart thumping within her chest. She wondered what would happen next.
A hand found Talia's throat and Ra's had her in his grasp, Zod down on the ground and forgotten.
"You've disappointed me, daughter," Ra's growled as he choked Talia down to her knees.
Cheshire dove in and climbed on Ra's back, raking her finger nails into his eyes.
Downfall and Arcane circled each other as the sounds of battle continued inside the temple. Clark was on his knees and Harry noticed him in his peripheral vision as he kept his eyes locked firmly on Downfall. He had a good guess what the last Son of Krypton was thinking as he kneeled there watching in disbelief.
"She's not me," Harry told Clark and Clark's eyes turned towards Harry.
There was an urge to wrap his hands around his throat and snap his neck violently, viciously. He could not wait to make Harry pay for anything.
There was a small and rational part of his mind that kept him from doing so and Downfall sent her whips at Clark and Harry.
Harry dove over her head and grabbed the mask.
He was able to pull the mask off but before he could get a look at the face underneath, Downfall vanished with a pop. He held the mask within his hands but he had been unable to see her face.
Harry would worry about that later, right now there was trouble.
'I….fuck someone modified the Lazarus Pit,' Harry thought as he moved forwards into the temple and he could feel the strong temptations of the pit.
It was calling to him, telling him to jump into the pit. The pits were power that could cause him to grow stronger, that could be beyond everyone else. It was the key to healing his mind, making him ultimate again.
The screams of Talia being shaken around by her father, along with Harry's strong will power brought him out of his thoughts. He saw Ra's lift his arms up but Harry rushed in and slammed his hand.
The magical energy erupted through the rock he was holding and the backlash knocked Ra's down.
Zod was very nearly to the pit before a Kryptonite arrow struck him between the shoulder blades. He staggered to the ground and he felt agony course through his body. His eyes became even more bloodshot as he staggered around. His hands grew increasingly numb as he tried to pull the arrow from his back.
Ra's suddenly grabbed him by one of his hands and slammed his other into Zod's chest driving the breath from him, before hoisting him up and slamming him down.
Zod's eyes blinked open and his heat vision shot forward. It ricocheted off the walls and landed in the liquids in the pit.
An explosion resounded around them and there were the flames that shot up from the pit. There were screams of terror that echoed around them and Ra's found the serum's healing properties fade.
If he thought that things could not get any worse, he was wrong, he was surrounded by a ring of fire, the flames licking at him. He screamed out loud in agony.
A few of the Kandorians stepped in and picked up the wounded Zod, before carrying him out of there. Zod's arms flailed from one side to the next as they carried him away.
Harry saw the wounded Talia and Jade. He knew who his first priority was to save. He grabbed one girl underneath one arm and one girl underneath the other arm as he sprinted them off in the other direction.
Ra's was on his hands and knees as the flames surrounded him. He felt burns all over his body but he refused to go down. He looked up to see his men watching him.
"Save me!" Ra's yelled at them as flaming chunks of rock slammed down onto him. He screamed out loud as he tried to break himself free from the temple but he would not be saved by anyone. Even Ubu turned his back and walked away from him.
He screamed out loud as the flames consumed him as he tried to struggle his way out of there.
"You had the chance and you blew it."
Clark's eyes swam with frustration and he was on the astral plane with Jor-El. His ribs were tender and sore as he kept watching his enemy. The Last Son of Krypton could not even begin to determine what was happening.
"I had….what are you talking about?" Clark asked Jor-El as he tried to shake the cobwebs from his head.
"I've told you how dangerous Harry Potter was but you've failed," Jor-El remarked as he stepped towards his son and for a brief second, Clark thought he was going to strike him. He would not be surprised with his father, after all this time. His expression did not falter for a second and his heart kept pounding against his ribs. His breathing became harsh and for a second, he thought that he was going to struggle to catch it.
"I….he wasn't Downfall," Clark protested but Jor-El stood on the ground and gave a nasty glare that indicated he could not believe his son would be that naïve.
"He wasn't Downfall, but he could be behind it," Jor-El commented to him and the Last Son of Krypton stood towards his father, disbelieving and his head arched towards him. "He is behind it, don't even think for a moment that he isn't."
Clark was not sure. The Last Son of Krypton pondered the situation in his mind and things were getting even more intense.
"Hey Clark!"
Clark once again found himself back on the farm and he realized that he had been standing there for a long time. Hermione stood next to Clark.
"Hermione," Clark remarked calmly.
"You look like you zoned out for a moment," Hermione told him. She looked up and down at him. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm surprised the four of them didn't come after me," Clark said to Hermione but the witch's smile spread over her face.
"Well, I figured that you need a chance to prove yourself so I took care of them for you," Hermione commented as she tapped her wand on the palm of her hand. It was what Alex suggested, to assert herself as Clark's number one, so she could complete her mission.
Hermione owed Alex a life debt, Alex found a way to restore Hermione's magical abilities and found a way to restore the magical abilities of every single other witch that has been brought back to life. The only person who refused to join was Rose, who slipped out into the night after they had saved her from the Kandorians.
"Do you know if Harry Potter is Downfall?" Clark asked.
Hermione paused but then she shook her head.
"You're covering for him, aren't you?" Clark asked Hermione with narrowed blue eyes and Hermione's hands found her hips, as she got defensive.
"Harry and I….were friends, but that was another lifetime ago," Hermione remarked as she turned away from him. "He's gone down his own path and I'm not sure if it's the best thing for him. He's not mentally stable anymore."
Clark was about to ask what that meant, he figured that if he could get an insight on Harry, it would be from Hermione.
She disappeared with a pop.
"WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON THAT WITCH BITCH, I'LL STRANGLE HER!"
Clark winced and he saw Lois staggering out of the house, followed by Raya, Lana, and Alicia. It must have been something bad to see Lana and Alicia standing side by side, without any complaint.
"Where is she Clark?" Lois asked.
"I have no idea who you're talking about, Lois," Clark remarked and Lois reached forward as she grabbed Clark by the shoulders and slammed him hard against the barn.
"There, did that knock a reminder into your head?" Lois asked him. "The brunette, bushy hair, the one that walked into the barn earlier, and you went off to do god knows what."
"I didn't do anything….we just talked," Clark protested and Lana sighed.
Somehow, she believed that. From what Harry mentioned, Hermione might be the only person in the world that might be more sexually repressed than Clark was.
So maybe they were soul mates.
Lana shook her head, fairly amused at the thought but there was another amusement that filled her and that was Lois trying to shake down Clark for everything that he was worth.
"No one like that, just talks," Lois remarked to Clark and Clark corked an eyebrow. "Don't you dare give me that look Smallville and you better tell me where she was, really quick."
Clark had to say it.
"She disappeared into thin air it…."
"I swear if you say it was just like magic I'll send you to the moon."
Clark smiled, he didn't say that, although he was thinking it.
"So how are you feeling?"
Harry asked this question with all candid honesty and Talia's eyes turned towards him, a wide smile crossing her face before she answered him honestly. Her arms and legs were all scratched up as she pushed herself back and stretched. There was some residual pain that ran through her, but other than that, she was good to go.
"I've had….well I think we've already gone through this," Talia commented.
Harry saw that she was dressed in a white tank top that stretched around her ample breasts. Her toned stomach was shown off and she had beautiful legs that were currently uncovered. She wore a black pair of panties that wrapped around her crotch and she turned towards him with a hint of desire flashing through her eyes.
"I wish….I wish to thank you," Talia told him as she winced and Harry calmly reached off to the side and picked up a vial of potion.
"There this should help you," Harry remarked and Talia's expression watched Harry. There was a tentative amount of distrust on her voice. "Trust me, Talia, I know…"
"No, it's just…my father warned me to be careful," Talia remarked as she rubbed her side and then the woman took the potion vial into her mouth, drinking it down in two gulps. "There are….there are just some things where he should have followed his own advice with."
"I'd imagine that, get some rest and I'll be back later," Harry remarked to her and no sooner did he walk out of the room, a pair of strong hands grabbed him around the shoulder.
He was face to face with Cheshire, her face uncovered, her beautiful skin and alluring eyes staring back at him. Her hair framed her face as she rammed her tongue down his throat, in an attempt to choke him out with it. Her hands were reaching for his belt and she pulled it off, in the hallway.
"So….that was," Harry stated but Jade attacked him, kissing him once more and biting firmly on his lip. He reached between her legs and felt her pussy damp for him.
Yes, she was ready to go and she pulled his shirt off. The next thing he knew, he was dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts from the waist down.
"You saved my life and I'm not accustomed to being in the debt of others," Jade commented as she fished her hand down his pants. "And I think that I'm going to enjoy this, as much as you are."
Jade got down on her knees to worship her new god and pulled his pants down to reveal his throbbing length pulsing out for her.
"You'll find that assassination is not the only skill that I employ," Jade commented to him in a lustful purr as she bent down.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
-PROFILE-
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Metropolis was quiet tonight and there was a chill wind that run through the city streets. There was a calmness that ran through the air as everyone went home from a very long day at work or school.
The Shining Light Foundation stood in the middle of it.
A large and stooping figure wearing an overcoat and Fedora stepped forward. He was surrounded by a trio of scantily clad women. He walked forward and reached a gloved hand towards the door knob. With super human strength, he pulled it open.
This was not the Shining Light Foundation but it was right across the street. He walked inside the lab and saw the chemicals on the table. There was a smile crossing his face. Tapping on the table, the figure in the overcoat swooped in and picked up the vials of the chemicals in his hand.
"And, stealing, once again, somehow I'm not surprised.
There was a figure who moved in, with a red and yellow blur and a hint of red hair flowing from the other side of the mask.
"You," the figure growled from beneath the overcoat and his henchwomen stood nervously as their pursuer began to run circles around them.
"Yes, me, it's always me."
The individual stopped, and she skidded to a stop. She had long flowing red hair that was tied back with a ponytail, to prevent her hair from hitting her in the face as she was at super speed. The outfit was red with a yellow lightning bolt. The material wrapped snugly around her body, although a tight outfit was best from maintaining super speed.
"You're a long way from Central City, Flash," the overcoat summarized.
"And you're a long way from your cage, Grodd," the Flash commented with a smile across her face.
Underneath the mask, she was Iris West, the fastest woman alive and she stood ready to fight one of her greatest enemies. His name was Grodd, he was one of the roughest enemies in the world, with an intellect that was superior to many out there. He had caused her a fair number of headaches in the past and put many lives in danger.
She had put him behind bars but he had not stayed for all that long.
There was one thing about him that made him unique beyond all criminals.
He was a large talking gorilla.
To Be continued in the next chapter "In a Flash."
