CyberTech Worlds Clash
Chapter LI
Seeing Red
Kingsley Shacklebolt had been an auror for twenty-three years. He had thought he had seen and heard of everything that could go wrong on a hunt, but this. She was just fifteen years old and she had been obliterating his men, even without the aid of magic. This brought them here, chasing her down to the very end, and they won, kind of, but it felt so hollow.
He understood why she ran so desperately. He wouldn't have wanted to marry that ginger tosser either, but to have your freewill broken! He had hunted her. He doubted any magic, potion, rune, or spell could break her will. She would have shattered the mind of anyone stupid enough to believe they could 'change' her mind.
Hope Potter was dangerous. He knew that. However, sometimes you become dangerous because you had no choice. It was the only way to survive. He saw that. Dumbledore was responsible for everything she had to do to keep herself. To survive. To be free. It was too bad very few people saw through this to see that Dumbledore was wrong, not her.
Kingsley was not here on Dumbledore's orders or he might have let her go. The Order was that incompetent that it wouldn't have been farfetched. Not that the Ministry was much better, just more organised. This was for the Ministry. Even though if MACUSA aurors turned up they would be in serious trouble and likely spend the next several years in prison themselves, so maybe he should have just quit and gone home.
MACUSA and the UK Ministry hadn't seen eye to eye in years and communication and friendships had been strained until they snapped before Voldemort fell, and nothing had ever been fixed, so with a strained relationship, things could go south.
Kingsley had heard rumours during the first war with Voldemort that MACUSA had threatened to invade the UK Ministry when Voldemort started getting away with attacking the muggles. They believed that it could have ended up revealing magic worldwide with no way back, and it probably would have. That was around about the time Voldemort's people had started cutting down on muggle hunting, so maybe Voldemort had feared interference and war with a potentially competent force.
It was only a matter of time before MACUSA detected all of the magic and came to investigate. He felt trapped, forbidden within a tiny world with nowhere to run and hide.
Dumbledore one side.
The ministry the other.
Then Voldemort too.
Now the Girl-Who-Lived had committed suicide.
Kingsley's blood had never run as cold as when he watched a girl so desperate, she would take her own life to avoid capture. It was as if time seeped away as he watched her use the last of her strength to take and destroy their brooms making it now impossible for them to save her, even though none of them were good enough flyers for that anyway.
Suicide while uncommon to magical's wasn't unheard of. They had potions and spells to help with depression, but sometimes a person adapted and they stopped working, or the sorrow and self-loathing ran too deep that their magic subconsciously cleansed what should have been helpful medicine.
Kingsley felt pity. It was such a waste. Just because she would rather the company of girls over boys. He had met all of the male role models she ever had, including those pathetic muggles. He could honestly say that he would be like that too if he were in her place.
It was so unfair, wrong to judge based on idiotic notions, and Kingsley was almost certain very few even cared about that until Dumbledore decided it was wrong of 'their' 'saviour', 'their' 'Girl-Who-Lived'. She was still so very young. She had plenty of time, and then some more to decide what she wanted, and by then she would have been too powerful to fight against. She had been experimenting with her friend; kids did that. He even doubted the other girl had ever wanted to hurt her, but she obviously panicked. Kingsley couldn't blame her with a mother and brother like Molly and Ronald Weasley.
However, Kingsley knew that Dumbledore didn't cared whether she preferred girls like 'that' or just forced the 'cause' and pushed others to hate her; he was so horribly set on controlling her, for this supposed destiny facing off against Voldemort. She had two attempted rapes against her and he just blew them off, made her into the 'guilty' party when she was the victim defending herself. She had every right to enjoy hurting those pieces of shit.
The attacks on her were certainly enough to cement her hate and mistrust of any male, let alone idiots and filthy ginger idiots. Kingsley felt sick thinking that he worked for that bastard old man.
In all of his years as an auror, Kingsley finally found a witch capable of putting all those he hunted before to shame, wizards included. She had out flown them, out fought them, and in the end, maybe she was the only one gaining any kind of freedom.
In death, could she be free from the darkness?
The rest of his team had taken her too lightly because of her age. Then they actually put effort into it, and so did she apparently. It was frustrating that a child had been besting him and his men while holding back at the start. Given a few years and he doubted they would have won. She would have likely alerted MACUSA and bam. She would be safe from the UK and everything the UK Ministry and Dumbledore stood for, which didn't seem to be justice.
Hope Potter had turned into the murdering monster she needed to be. To survive a cruel world where even the 'law', and he used that word loosely, did not want to help, but to instead persecute her, and allow others to continue hurting her.
However, if she had been of age her family name and wealth would have crashed down on everyone. It would have stopped it all easily because of Magical Lore. However, because as far as the magical UK was concerned, unless emancipated or of age seventeen she and all muggle-born's belonged to Hogwarts. To Dumbledore.
That law was conveniently left out of any muggle-born orientation.
Not that Hope had gotten an orientation. To keep her ignorant. However, she was too smart and learnt, and learnt fast. Kingsley was certain she shouldn't have been a Gryffindor no matter how brave. She was too smart for that house of ignorance. They thought light and dark. However, he had been at this for too long now. He knew there was so much more than the black and white.
Kingsley wondered what would have happened if she had won, and killed them all. Would she have returned for vengeance? He shuddered at the thought. She wouldn't be anything like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named: Voldemort. He couldn't fear the name anymore, not after fighting 'her'. Voldemort wanted to conquer while Hope would have wanted to kill and punish. She wouldn't have anything to lose, making her fearless, and very dangerous.
"What the hell is that?!" Kingsley's second in command, Dawlish demanded as something burst up from a lower height to the building, pulling to a hover above the roof, and making an odd whooshing sound. The air blew at their robes and cloaks as a bright light shone down on them.
It was a sleek black muggle jet from what Kingsley knew about muggle machines, but he had never seen anything like it. They must have been making such a noise that the muggles had noticed and came to investigate. This could be very bad for him. Looking the jet over it had a very bat like shape to it as it curved around and angled wings and white thrusters.
The hatch on top slid open and a slender showy feminine figure stood up. She was covered in sleek and form hugging black armour with clawed gloves. Her chest area was small, and she seemed like she was possibly just a child, and rather young at that. The girl's chest housed a yellow outline of a bat, and she had a yellow belt around her waist with many compartments spanning it. Her black cape looked like it absorbed light. It was long and flowed out in the wind with the end meshed and folded out like a bats wing. Her face was completely covered with a cowl and pointed 'ears', even most of her eyes. Her dark eyes burned out, cutting across the night sending a chill down the aurors spines.
She didn't speak, but she didn't need too. Her unspoken words were clear. 'This is my city and you're not welcome!'
"Will you look at that!" interrupted a cold voice. "I thought I saw a bat! It's the girl-bat. What a surprise!"
That voice sent a shiver down the wizards' spines as they looked around for the source, but the Batgirl just ignored looking away. Then the owner of the voice floated up from beside where the bat-one hovered on her jet with a look of hatred and rage so far above anything they had seen before they took steps back, shaking as she looked like she might kill them just for looking at her wrong. Their eyes had widened in horror as she was inside a bubble of crimson light.
However, it was the bloodied, bruised and broken Girl-Who-Lived lying within that bubble of light by the other woman's feet that scared them the most. Holly was slightly curved with the bubble but she held on to one of her saviours' legs, tightly like a lifeline. The aurors could only stare in horror, as Holly Hope Potter lived, and she had herself a hero.
Holly looked up at her saviour in awe while her dull green eyes were bubbling with moisture.
"I-I-I!" Holly gasped for breath in awe and amazement. "I-I have-have my very own, Guardian Demon, and she's so pretty. Smite them, Miss Guardian Demon!" Holly called out drunkenly giggling before coughing up blood on herself.
Holly's saviour looked to be around nineteen, maybe twenty years old. Her skin was a beautiful ashen colour, with a slight purplish tint. It was almost as if she was so pale, she had bypassed transparent, and past milky. Around her eyes and on her lips were dark shadowing's of purple, and on her left cheek was a tiny downward scar. Her eyes were alight with crimson. However, nothing like Voldemort's scarlet, as this girl held a hidden light beyond the anger and hate. Her dark eyebrows were knitted together in a boiling rage with the power to quench that thirst for vengeance.
Holly couldn't help but feel attracted to that anger. She was like the manifestation of her own anger and hate for the wizards below as they floated over the roof.
The new girl was wearing a tight body-hugging outfit that looked to cross the realms of rubber, leather, and plastic. It was red and light black with red over her shoulders going down in a triangle and ending between her small bust. The material felt soft and skin-like to the touch, Holly liked it. Then either side of the glowing girls' slim neck was a black line each side with a slight turn halfway ending when they reach a small black circle between her small chest where a glowing red symbol blurred out into the black. It was like a circle at the bottom with stretched beetle like pincers either side. Her gloves were black over her fingertips, but red over the rest of her fingers, and going halfway up her black covered forearms ending with an angle with a black circle cut out, at an angled line of red following the curve of the lower side of her breasts before going down either side of her slender abs and ending either side of her crouch. She was wearing crimson boots that slid firmly up her shins with a slight chunky appearance, ending at her knees. Her left middle finger had a glowing crimson ring on it with the same symbol as her chest. Her hair was a luxurious brown. It was semi-short to her lower neck, but bunched up and able to stand up in two pigtails either side of her head at slight angles with black hair ties. Her fringe was long; curtaining her eyes, and fell over her forehead in a few places. Her hair looked like it controlled gravity around it to stay put. Holly wondered whether this girl's hair felt as soft as it looked.
"W-who the hell are you two?!" one of the aurors demanded in anger. Holly wondered how that douche thought he had a right to be angry at anything with her darling Guardian Demon here to smite him.
"I'm the Red Lantern! They call me Red Lindsey!" the girl in the red growled out such loathing all the aurors flinched and raised their wands, as her glowing red eyes blurring into the whites.
The Batgirl just watched, not speaking a word, as she was curious about what was going on. She was probably as confused as Holly was – well, looking at how out of it that girl was, she wasn't near that bad.
"T-they must be MACUSA with some new magics," Dawlish said looking worried. "Look at these two freaks, and that thing?!" he spat out in disgust, gesturing the Batwing.
He seemed to be that dense when it came to the muggle world that he didn't know about advanced technology. Though, Holly wobbled a bit as she snuggled Lindsey's leg and looked over the aircraft as she had never seen anything like it before herself.
Lindsey surprisingly reached down and touched Holly's head, and gently brushed her hair while looking down, and Holly relaxed, and rested herself up against Lindsey's leg; she didn't know what was going on, but that was all she could really do.
Holly saw the bat-girl's, Batgirls eyes narrow slightly and pictured the coldness creeping up on them.
However, Lindsey sneered while baring her white teeth, and showing off her longer and sharper than human canine teeth. She looked like she was going to land for a moment but looking at Holly seemed to change her mind as they stayed where they were.
"Hand over, Hope Potter and we won't have to hurt you," Kingsley tried to sound big, but he had been demoralised by the last girl he fought kicking his arse, and honestly just wanted to go home so he could put in for early retirement.
Kingsley had two dangerous looking girls to contend with, and he didn't like the look the bat one was giving him. That was the look of a young girl who was trained beyond even his training level, and he knew that the muggles could be even more dangerous than wizards' could when it came to that sort of fight, as Hope had proven.
"M-my name is Holly, you prick!" Holly surprisingly spat out with a glob of blood, sneering at them. "I am going to-!" she ground out as she pulled herself up on Lindsey.
Lindsey and Batgirl could only stare in shock as Holly stood. Her legs were shaking with the effort, and Lindsey was holding her up with her arms gently around her small waist, but it was something as Holly glared through the orb of red light.
The men moved back with wide eyes.
"-I'm going to rip out your fucking hearts and make you watch till the last beat before I feed them to your families!" she finished with her green eyes nearly pitch black, and magic spiked and flooded from her with malice and power. "I'm going to stop Dumbledore! I'm going to stop Voldemort! And last but certainly not least! I'm going to end the Ministry of Magic!" she slurred out as she reached out her right hand while hanging hold of Lindsey, and not caring that her left arm was bruised up and broken.
The aurors stepped back as they could feel Holly's reach on their necks, and they were feeling short of breath as they gasped, and once sent a jet of pink light at the red sphere, but it was just absorbed. Two of the men fell to their knees with tears in their eyes as they whimpered when suddenly Holly slumped into Lindsey's arms, and the aurors could breathe properly again looking up in horror.
"All in good time!" the Red Lantern said to Holly, smirking as she held her soft and exhausted body, and Holly looked up at her with tears pouring from her eyes. "I know that look… Holly… that need… that anger… that rage… you shall get all you need and you can live and fight again, and this time, you will turn them and all they hold dear to dust before them… everything of theirs is yours to take."
Holly rested her head on Lindsey's soft breasts and cuddled up to her warm body with a bloodied smile.
"Yes," Holly mumbled sleepily. "To take… to take what-what never belonged to them…" she grumbled as she was soon resting and her breathing had evened as she had fallen asleep despite the broken arm or damage done to her body. Holly rested in content rest with a small smile on her sweet lips and only a few tears still spilling from her closed eyes.
Lindsey looked over at the Batgirl while the mage were busy getting over whatever Holly did to them.
"I'm taking her to recover," Lindsey said coolly. "What she chooses to do to these 'people' when she has recovered, and had time to train is none of your business. I however, shall stay by her side. I feel… a connection. I want her – she can rule all who dared to do this, and I shall stand by her side. I understand her anger, her heartache, her fear."
Lindsey was careful while holding Holly, but the mage after recovering went to fire when Lindsey and Holly started rising up higher. However, one of the mages tripped out of nowhere as something span around his ankles, tying them together with a thin metal cable, and he busted his face open on the roof.
The Batgirl jumped down from her jet, landing in front of the mage with that same cold look she held from the start. Those standing took a few steps back, as being humiliated by a fifteen-year-old was enough, wasn't it?
The auror suddenly looked up in shock as a huge elongated craft many times bigger than the Bat-Jet dropped through the clouds. It was red and cream, with dazzling lights blinding them. It opened up a folding door top and bottom on the thicker rear side of the craft, and the Red Lantern and her companion were inside, and out of sight in no time before the doors closed and the monstrous craft shot up, back through the clouds, and was gone, lost to the night.
The men turned back to where the Batgirl had been only to see her missing. Then they heard a cry and turned as a man was dropped, out cold. She was behind them, and they would remember this day in their nightmares as the worst mission they had ever been on.
The man in the dark suit had just appeared out of nowhere. It was so soundless that it was almost as if he could have been a ghost. The Batgirl was standing on her jet and looked the man over as he watched her with a smile. She prepared herself for a moment when he pulled out a leather wallet and opened it to reveal some kind of ID with his face and a gleaming gold badge.
"I am an auror for MACUSA!" he said with a smile while a dark-skinned woman had appeared behind him looking around with her mouth dropping open. "These men have quite a few questions we need answered, and they're all being charged… you see, we don't normally care whether any wizards or witch's slip in and out of the state for a vacation whether via nomaj means or via magic… as long as they don't start any trouble, but…?" he shrugged helplessly.
"Clean up your mess!" Batgirl said before she slid away into her jet and before they knew it, she was gone as her jet blast away at high speeds.
Kingsley could admit he was quite confused and scared. His men had been knocked out and beat up before they were tied up, and it happened so fast he thought he was done for. However, he surrendered and that Batgirl just took his wand, snapped it and dumped it in the pile with the others she had taken and broken, proving that once wand-less, wizards were easy prey. Not that they weren't easy prey to her anyway. He had never known a human body could move like that, and she was the student. He would hate to have met the man or woman behind her down a dark alleyway.
The thought made Kingsley feel sick.
However, he had pressing matters, like these people. The man reached back into his black jacket after they took a moment to check on the other aurors. Kingsley thought the worst for a moment before the man pulled out that same black wallet, similar to the one he had with his official MACUSA ID.
"I'm Special Agent Davidson!" he introduced himself smartly before gesturing the woman. "This is my partner, Special Agent Anders! We're with Section Zero… -."
"A-what?" Kingsley blurted out before he could stop himself.
"We're with the FBI!" he changed as he flashed his badge again and this time still with his picture, it was a muggle ID with Federal Bureau of Investigations, and raised eyebrow even though Kingsley still looked bewildered.
"Y-you're MACUSA aurors?!" he stuttered out, feeling sicker than ever.
"Yes, section zero," the woman butted in, rolling her eyes. "Don't you call it section zero…? Mage who deal with nomaj relations when dealing with mage criminal activity with nomaj?"
"I think he must be from another convergence," the man said looking Kingsley over. "Have you ever heard of Superman or the Justice League?" he asked thoughtfully while Kingsley looked baffled. "Yeah, our brothers and sisters in the UK can be a little dumb too, but not that dumb… they do like to use certain enchantments to keep… control over knowledge like that though. However, you, sir, you are quite far from home."
"W-what's going on?" Kingsley asked in confusion. "You're being much too nice to me and I heard you, you said you didn't care about us entering the country… MACUSA hates us."
"Hates a bit much," Davidson said thoughtfully. "We just kind of think you're a little backwards… but that's in this universe. I guess we have some fun things to discuss Mr. Shacklebolt… you really don't recognise me, do you? You kind of look different yourself, but then we're not exactly best friends… acquaintances at best."
Kingsley felt completely lost.
"Anyway, you're are under arrest, Mr. Shacklebolt…"
Meanwhile, on her ship, Lindsey had to use her powers to get Holly to the infirmary, as she could not walk herself. Holly had woken, but she looked as if she could barely stay conscious, but did just to spite herself.
"You are stronger than you look," Lindsey commented in admiration as she carried the human witch cuddled in her arms like she was carrying her bride.
Lindsey carried Holly into a small room with two white leather beds with three sections that moved and moulded to the person-using one to sit up. They had large devices either end with folded glass tubes that looked as if they would slide out over the injured party.
The room had glass cabinets containing medicines, and draws lined the walls with compartments for all sorts of advanced alien medical technology. Holly thought it was quite amusing that she had been 'accident' prone while at Hogwarts. Thinking about it. It was a dangerous place. However, she wished she had been healed on the ship over the uncomfortable Hospital Wing at school that likely did not do its job properly on Dumbledore's orders.
Bang goes the doctor's oaf for the magical world.
Though, Holly wasn't sure what was going on, but she would take delusions over reality, but if this was a delusion; it hurt a lot, but she was carried in a beautiful alien girls' arms, so that made her feel a little better for the pain and exhaustion.
"W-wow," Holly mumbled to herself. "Never been to such a clean hospital before," she said looking at all of the spotless things in the room while drooping in her protectors' arms and dripping blood onto the floor. "S-sorry for making… making such a mess."
"The Infirmary is self-sterilising," Lindsey replied nonchalant as she helped Holly up onto one of the beds and lay her down before undoing her shoes, pulling them off and dumping them in a bin as her clothes were covered in blood and grime. It was easier to throw them away.
Lindsey then proceeded to pull off the girls' clothes and binning them too. Holly was drifting in and out of consciousness as her beautiful saviour stripped her naked. Lindsey was surprisingly gentle while dealing with her, and it was nice having someone taking care of her.
Holly could feel her cheeks were warm as Lindsey stood by her, stroking her long red hair back. "I'm going to set regeneration now," Lindsey said while Holly's eyes were blurry, and she checked out the young human girls beautiful, supple body.
Lindsey ran her fingers softly from Holly's chest to her inner thigh almost absentmindedly, frowning as she looked to Holly's breasts. They were much larger than hers, but then she often wondered who's weren't.
Trying not to smile at that weird thought, Lindsey moved back from the human girl as she was giving her a drowsy look, but she didn't seem to mind as she had a small smirk like she was okay with it this once.
"Sinarch!" Lindsey spoke, getting a bleep of acknowledgement. "Engage regeneration process, and set calibrations for human female."
"Unable to comply!" the female voice replied from some speakers all around them. "The human in question is not registered crew. It is against my protocol as Prototype Survivor, zero-zero-nine, Sinarch-."
"Then register her!" Lindsey said in exasperation. "I could use a member of crew. It has just been me. I think I'm going crazy by myself," she interrupted impatiently. "Her name. Holly Hope Potter. Her species. Human. Her planet of origin. Earth. Registration. First officer."
"Affirmative Master!" the ship replied as the glass tubes slid over Holly and locking together, closed and seamless. Holly was then hidden from view as the glass turned a matte white, and with blue, yellow, and green holographic screens popped up from the glass with her vitals. "She will be fully recovered in twelve hours. She is suffering injury, exhaustion, malnutrition, and her right eye is only working at half capacity.
"Also, Master. I should note a mark hidden within her hairline. It hides within it the cause of her bad sight in her right eye. It is some kind of cancerous cell. It has been eating away at her natural photonic zero-point field. It has been using this as a source to bury itself further within her. If she had not been seen within the next several months there would have been nothing we could do, and she would have had at least two years before she would have died, painfully."
"I see," Lindsey replied with narrowed eyes. She looked back to the tube, stroking it with her hand before leaving back through the automatic door. "Just make sure you have it dealt with and that Holly is well, and that you have worked on her thoroughly."
"Yes, Master," the ship agreed.
Lindsey left the infirmary, down the cool grey corridor before she entered into a small room containing one large bed and a door that led to her personal shower room. The room was done in neutral colours with creams and whites. It was small, and comfortable with a closet with draws inside to place her clothes.
Flashing red, Lindsey was naked, looking at her tiny breasts and body in the mirror on the wall she wondered what Holly would think of her without any clothes. She shook that thought off for now, as she was tired and thinking too much. She would normally at least wear some shorts and a top under her Lantern uniform, or at least her panties and a sports top.
Earth was the best place for them within her sector of space if she wanted cute and or sexy.
Well, they had the largest verity to choose.
However, Lindsey did have the odd lazy moment when she was in a hurry and did not bother this time. Looking at herself. Her species did not grow hair between their legs as humans did. She remembered the light red hairs between Holly's legs and wondered whether no hair would put her off or not?
Lindsey startled and quickly wiped away those thoughts. For one. She was quite sure that humans did not mind. She knew from some naughty Earth websites that some humans shaved and waxed there. Then she had to stop thinking like that because Holly was her guest, not some sleazy conquest.
If she wanted Holly, she would have to do that wooing thing. She had never been very good at that. She had been alone for so long, so when she saw this beautiful and dangerous, strong, independent, and rage filled girl, she just felt a connection – she wanted her so much.
Holly was hot, and just thinking about her was turning Lindsey on.
Lindsey had to shake her thoughts clear of such distraction, but she had always been more attracted to the very feminine girls, being a tomboy herself, in personality. However, a beautiful girl like Holly with ass-kicking talent who possibly liked other girls was not as easy to bump into than you might think, even if you had an intergalactic space ship at your command. Not that she had been looking for one, or she might have found one.
Maybe?
Sighing Lindsey pulled out her hairbands, letting her hair fall straight, and slid under the soft white sheets of her bed and snuggled under them, comfortably hugging one of her pillows. She would deny it but she imagined it was Holly. She was lonely. She was not very social at the best of times, but she wanted a beautiful girl to help warm her bed, and maybe even keep her from doing something stupid in a temper tantrum.
Closing her midnight blue eyes, she drifted off to sleep in a matter of seconds, allowing herself to dream for now. She would wash up in the morning as she was much too tired.
The red lantern girl yawned as she woke up with droopy eyes trying to rub sleep from them as she sat up in her bed with her sheets slipping down her body.
"How long have I been asleep, Sinarch?" she asked as she stretched her body free of some kinks.
"Ten hours, fifteen minutes!" the ship replied emotionlessly.
Lindsey scowled in annoyance, but shook her head, trying to get back to sleep would be wasted and frustrating. She was surprised she had slept that long anyway. She would have just under two hours to wait for Holly to come out of the regeneration bay. She wasn't tired anymore, and felt really well rested. Therefore, she climbed out of her sheets and went into her bathroom. She could barely turn while inside it was so small, but stepped into the shower cubical anyway. Warships were not designed for comfort, but she was slightly overexaggerating. Though, it was lucky that her quarters even had a shower and toilet so she could use the ships showers for extra storage, as Warships honestly didn't normally have that kind of comfort, even for the captain.
The shower was set to be Lindsey's favourite temperature when switched on. The refreshing water soaked through her body and she sighed feeling relaxed. It was when she was alone under the water, she could truly calm down, and she rather enjoyed to soak in a bath, but her ship didn't have one. It was nice being a bitch bent on vengeance but she did like to relax to, after all, she was a young lady.
Lindsey squirted some new shower gel onto her hand that she had bought yesterday on Earth, and hung up the bottle smelling the creamy orange coloured liquid. She hadn't eaten peaches before but the peach scented soap smelt nice as she started rubbing it into her smooth and soft skin. It paid to have regeneration bays in the infirmary, as it meant that she didn't scar, except the one on her cheek was done by a poisoned blade, and the poison had no known cure, not even the regeneration bays could undo it without 'surgery', but it wasn't painful or anything, and it wasn't ugly, so she skipped caring.
Lindsey finished off by rinsing off the soapsuds before using the strawberry shampoo on her hair, and scrubbing it in. She had bought some strawberries before. They taste delicious. Then after washing out the shampoo, Lindsey scrubbed in the matching conditioner before rinsing it out of her hair. She then pressed a dial in the shower controls, which turned it off and warm air blasted drying her in just a few minutes before she stepped out and back to her room.
She grabbed some blue track bottoms and a white tee shirt, not bothering with shoes or even underwear. It wasn't like she was big enough to need a bra while on the ship, and even then, she could get away with training bras, sports bras, or just a top sometimes.
Lindsey then put her hair up with her hairbands just the way she liked it, before she trekked through the corridor and settled down on the bridge of the ship to surf the Earths internet for a while to wait for Holly to finish healing, and wake up.
Holly's eyes flashed open as she sat up fast on the comfortable white leather bed. It was sat up for her once she was up to support her back. She could vaguely remember a girl undressing her before she fell asleep, and she was on a… space ship.
Cool.
She realised it wasn't all some kind of weird dream.
Holly shook her dizzy head clear and looked around at what looked like a futuristic hospital room like the one she might see on a muggle sci-fi show on TV. She felt a pang of excitement at getting to see inside a real alien spaceship. She blinked her eyes a few times before she started.
It was the alien girl standing next to her with a scowling pretty face. If only she smiled, it would make Holly happy too. She wasn't wearing her red and black suit, and was only wearing some track trousers and a tee. Holly felt herself blush, as it was obvious by Lindsey's large nipples pointing through the white top that she wasn't even wearing a bra, which caused Holly to think some naughty things as her head wasn't completely home from everything that happened to her recently, but at least she seemed to be safe for the time being.
It was then that Holly realised those stunning blue eyes of her saviour, Lindsey if she remembered right were roaming her form as if seeing straight through-she paused that thought for a moment, gulping as she realised, she wasn't wearing anything to see through, not even a cover.
Holly was completely naked. She only had some splodges of blood on her smooth soft skin, and her hair was matted with sweat and blood, and she smelt bad. She yelped in surprise as she tried to cover herself with her arms. The least the girl could have done was buy her dinner first, but she supposed saving her life surpassed that. However, she didn't think things through and tumbled off the bed into a heap on the floor, her tight little butt pointed at her saviour-girl.
She was blushing as she looked round to see Lindsey was smirking and taking the opportunity to get a good look at her. Holly's heart was pounding as she got the hint that her new and only favourite person liked the view.
However, the alien girl pulled out a folded robe from a side cabinet; pulling it from some plastic, she threw the plastic away, and then she crouched down, sliding the robe onto Holly, helping her stand as she tied it loosely around her waist. Lindsey kept her cool and aloft expression while she was exceptionally gentle.
Holly was surprised that Lindsey was so soft, and careful with her. She did not look like the type of girl who could be so soft. Holly internally admitted that she enjoyed Lindsey's careful attention. It was nice having someone looking after her like that. It was comfortable: a foreign and novel experience she could get used too.
"I was enjoying the show, but you need to wash up," Lindsey said with a strange cross between a smirk and a scowl. "I like a girl who can be so fierce while still being so beautiful," she said, complimentary. Holly had never been called beautiful in anyway like it before.
It made her smile.
Another girl was hitting on her. An alien at that. A beautiful alien girl. She had been rescued like the damsel in distress. The kickarse damsel in distress, but still. She had her own hero. It was a new experience having someone else being her hero, rather than always being the hero and saving others. Holly would make sure she showed her appreciation much better than any of her damsels had, like Hermione especially.
Holly had saved Hermione's life from that huge murder-troll in the bathroom their first year. She still wasn't sure why when Hermione was crying because the bastard made fun of her that she hid in a stall with her knickers round her ankles. Though, Holly had found it hilarious catching Hermione with her knickers down while trying to flee the troll and tripping herself, funnily enough that probably saved her life before Holly got a chance too.
"You can take a shower," Lindsey said. "The ship is fully stocked with water. Water is a very cheap commodity on Earth," she said leading Holly out of the infirmary. Lindsey was helping Holly walk, as she was still uneasy on her feet from the regeneration overhaul thing. "If you wish to stay on-board there are a few things…" she said thoughtfully.
"O-okay, whatever it is," Holly replied nervously. "I don't want to leave. I have to get stronger. I'll make them pay for what they have done, and put me through!"
"First. I will need to teach you how to control the ship, since you are to be my only member of crew," she said, and Holly nodded, eager for those lessons. It sounded like a lot of fun. She had loved flying her broom wherever that had gotten too, as she had lost it, but flying a space ship must have been beyond the next level. "Next. I believe that we can… use technology to boost your power, like a power amplifier… I'm sure Avalon does that somehow, I was looking into it, but Sinarch will need information."
"Sure. That's easy," Holly said thoughtfully. "But who is Avalon… and how could you just look up magic?"
"Oh, right," Lindsey said thoughtfully. "I suppose I have to tell you about a situation I discovered, and I believe you may be from a fifth convergence. However, I have scanned a ship passing through into this universe and Sinarch says it wouldn't be too difficult for us to pass through back into your universe too."
"My… universe?" Holly asked with a noncommittal smile. "That would explain a lot actually…"
Lindsey nodded her head. "Agreed. I shall inform you of what I have discovered once you have washed up if you would like?"
Holly nodded her head. "Yeah, I still don't feel one hundred per cent awake yet."
"I shall help you grow strong, I swear," Lindsey said which startled Holly. "It doesn't matter that they're in another universe, but those who harmed you deserve to be put down like the mad dogs they are."
"Well, maybe a little more drawn out than that," Holly said with a cute smirk.
Lindsey offered a small smile as she led Holly into a small room with large bed, closet and door leading to a bathroom.
"This is the only room available," Lindsey said, "so you shall have to share with me, or sleep on the floor elsewhere. The ship has other rooms, but the other rooms are either damaged, and or carrying cargo so have no life support, as that allows for cheap refrigeration, and less power consumption. Is that okay with you?"
"Y-yes. I'm happy-I mean, okay staying in with you!" Holly quickly answered, blushing bright red.
However, though Lindsey could feel her heart pounding in her chest she didn't show what she was really feeling as she thought about the sleeping arrangements. She hadn't even lied about her room being the only one unoccupied by cargo, and fully functional. It was just a slight plus side that she managed to get to have a 'sleeping' partner.
"T-thank you," Holly replied, blushing as she leaned over and surprised the Lantern with a soft kiss to her right cheek before smiling as her dull grey cheeks-stained red. It was nice to know that Lindsey was a red-blooded girl who could feel embarrassment too.
Holly giggled as she slid out of the stunned Lanterns arms and through the door into the bathroom. It took Lindsey hearing the shower starting up to wake her up from her daze. She felt even more embarrassed as she was older than Holly and acting like she had never been kissed before. It was one time, and on the lips, (so Holly's didn't count as the real deal), but that was still more than most.
Lindsey shook her head clear. That kiss wasn't exactly planned or asked for, just another Lantern girl making fun of her. It didn't even contain much tongue, but it was nice she supposed, and kind of glad that she wasn't twenty and never been kissed, as it was bad enough never having been with anyone before at her age.
"Stupid Star Sapphire!" Lindsey growled to herself before shaking the thought back. "Holly!" she called out through the door.
"Yeah?!" Holly called back, asking.
"I'll leave you something to wear on the bed!" she called. "I'll be on the bridge when you're finished. I thought it would be good of you to tell me how all of this craziness of yours happened, and I can tell you what I know about the Earth in this universe"
Lindsey could hear the sigh. "Okay, Lindsey! Thank you for being my hero!" Holly called back, causing her to blush and feel thankful no one could see her. She was glad no other Red Lanterns were around to see her now. Worse, she was especially glad that annoying human Yellow Lantern with the low alcohol tolerance was not around. She had heard about her doing some freaky things while on the drink.
Hope smiled as she relished in her hot shower. It felt just right. There was even some nice smelling soaps. It did not take her long to finish up. She found the cool, body blow dryer button when turning off the shower before stepping out. She peaked out of the door into the room. Lindsey was gone, so she stepped out into the room naked without having to blush a million different shades of red.
Lindsey had left her some cream cotton trousers on the bed. They were about the same height so they fit her. However, the white top was quite a bit tighter on her, as her breasts were a lot bigger than her hosts were. Not that she liked big over small. She had no preference in breast size. She had never given it much thought. She thought that Lindsey's were cute anyway, and they would be nice to play with.
Holly started as she walked to the door and it opened to the corridor and she paused in thought. "I don't know where the bridge is," she said to herself.
However, she was surprisingly answered. "The bridge is to the right. Follow the corridor and it is at the end," the computerised female voice spoke.
"W-who are you?" she asked, looking around, confused.
"I am the Warship Sinarch, Mistress!" she answered. "Master Lindsey is waiting for you on the bridge!"
"Umm… thanks Sin," she replied and quickly hurried away towards the bridge. She was not wearing shoes but she doubted Lindsey's would fit her, but the floor wasn't cold, so she was okay with that. She was used to lacking things that many people took for granted, so she could deal with a lack of footwear.
Holly reached the double doors at the end. They were red while the corridor was grey. They slid open as she approached to show the bridge. It was not very big but it was awesome anyway. It had some swivel chairs next to consoles, and a comfortable looking chair at the centre with control panels. It was cream and red all over. It made for a nice effect.
"Finally… I'm bored…" Lindsey trailed off from where she sat at the helm console. She looked incredible the way she sat there looking at her. Nerds wet dream. Holly's wet dream.
Holly had entered and moved to a side window to gather her thoughts and to gain control of her flushed face. She looked out with her fingers on the glass, pressing her nose against it. She could see it outside in the blackness of space, lit by the sun.
Earth.
It was so beautiful and small. It made her wonder. For such a small planet, it had a lot going on for it, though it was apparently getting bigger with this alternate universe thing going on. She still found it amazing though. It was inspiring. The magical people were so far behind. So ignorant to what the Earth really was. They hid, making the Earth smaller to them, but here. She would never need to hide like them ever again. She would be so much more than they ever wanted to be.
"The Earth," Lindsey spoke quietly, spinning in her seat to look out at the beautiful planet with Holly. "She is one of the most beautiful looking planets that support life, I've seen from space. It… it kind of reminds me of what my home world looked like… well except my sky was kind of purplish, not blue."
"I… I'm sorry," was all Holly could think to reply. "Your planet… is gone?" she asked, turning to her with a sad expression.
"There was this war with another race," she answered with a shrug looking at the ring on her right hand while Holly leaned back on the glass to listen. "They wanted to mine our planet dry like they had done to a few other primitive worlds because of greed and riches. I had been about six when they turned up. They didn't make demands, or even answer our communication attempts. They just started drilling into our planet like they had planning permission or something," she said, and showed a bemused look on her face.
"Anyway, the government nuked them," Lindsey continued while Holly listened in rapt attention. "Some of their ships survived… we had our own ships but they were at least a hundred years ahead of us, and to make matters worse we had gotten complacent with a single world government, so no wars, no different governments to fight with, to compete with, but we had kept some weapons as we knew of some other races… but anyway, our scientists had managed to reverse engineer some of the invaders tech when some scouting ships looking to see why they hadn't heard from their excavators turned up, and we tested our new weapons on them.
"It must have been about eight years before a fleet turned up," Lindsey said thoughtfully. "We tried to open peaceful communications, and they just ignored our ships like we weren't a bother. It cost them a retreat as we decimated their fleet as they just ignored us, our demands, our threats like we were beneath them. It was a year later that the war started and we lost. It only lasted about two long-long weeks. They sent everything they had at us, and our planet was destroyed along with billions of people, leaving maybe around fifty thousand or so as nomads and drifters through space as we tried to evacuate the planet, and that was all we managed… Sinarch was the last ship we ever built when we still had the resources.
"My mother saved my life and handed over the Sinarch," Lindsey said thoughtfully. "She designed this ship. She was a scientist. Sinarch was a prototype, and mum tried to save Sinarch's sister ship, but didn't make it. The invaders just left after an act of mass genocide like they were above chasing us with bug spray."
"I'm, so sorry," Holly whispered unsure what she could say. "But what happened to them… did you get these invaders back?"
"I believe humans would call it karma," Lindsey said with a small smile that almost looked amused, and Holly liked that smile. "Their planet was hit by an asteroid while all of their ships were fighting us. I'm a little pissed I didn't get to obliterate their planet myself, but," she shrugged unconcerned as she looked at her ring. "This ring, it came to my anger over losing my home and my mother, and dad too… he died a few days before piloting a ship."
"If you need anything," Holly said as her eyes watered. "Especially some comfort, you just snuggle up in my arms and I'll look after you."
"T-thank you," Lindsey said while her cheeks shone red and she blinked away potential tears.
Lindsey took several deep calming breaths before she continued, "so, you know a little about me now," she said with a raised eyebrow. "It's your turn. I do not know much about mage, but humans are not the only magical people in the universe. Mage are always the most secretive offshoot of a species. Humans included by the look of this," she finished off thoughtfully as she gestured for Holly to take the captain's chair as she turned to face it.
Holly grimaced as she thought about it before she slumped down in the captains' chair, unable to think about where to begin, but she saw how hard it was for Lindsey to tell her story.
"I guess…" Holly started, gathering her thoughts together and trying to rain in her emotions. "I'll give you the short version for now," she said, as she was not ready to go too far into the details yet if ever. "It started when I was fifteen months old and my parents were murdered by this filthy evil wizard," she said with her eyes near glowing with her hate. She had to take some deep breaths to calm. It was harder than she thought it was to keep her emotions in check.
Holly had to close her eyes and remember her occlumency. She remembered having to get books to learn it as that foolish old man was trying to get the mind rapist, Severus Snape, and an evil piece of crap to teach her. She would not have any of that. She would never give a pile of crap like him free access to her memories, but thankfully, she had been quite the natural at the skill.
She later realised that was why Snape hated her so much more than just being her father's daughter, because he couldn't access her memories with just eye contact and couldn't risk trying with a wand. She was confident then that she could stop anyone, Dumbledore or Snape, and had been for years without ever knowing.
"The bastard tried to kill me," Holly continued, letting out a deep breath. "But something happened and his murderous curse backfired and ripped him from his body. It left me with this scar…" she trailed off, rubbing her forehead, above her right eye, confused. "W-wait a minute. My eye. I can see better than ever. How did I not notice… but the scar? I cannot feel the connection with 'him'. It was normally always irritating, and…"
"First, you are in a different universe," Lindsey interrupted with a sheepish shrug, "and second, the regeneration bay removed it anyway," she added with a shrug. "It was killing you. Fixed your eyesight too," she told her to her pleasure.
Holly couldn't help but put on a huge grin before it fell as Lindsey gave her a look to continue.
"So… well, anyway," Holly reluctantly continued. "This old man… Albus Dumbledore," she spat out his name in hate, her long red hair lifting in a wind and static blast from her anger. "He left me on the doorstep of my mother's hateful bitch sister, her fat bastard husband and their spoilt, fat piece of shit son. They treated me like shit and my mother would never have agreed for me to go to them.
"I was thirteen when my cousin tried raping me," she laughed here while Lindsey showed a flare of anger, but kept listening. "I almost killed the fat fucking shit as I let my magic go primal! It is how I enhance my physical strength. Though, I do have to be fit and strong enough for the magic not to rip me apart. However, my own defence labelled me a muggle hater. They use that word for non-magical's, but I think the Americans use the word nomaj or something. Anyway, they know what he tried to do, but they did not care. I believe Dumbledore wanted them to hate me, so he could take my wealth and name, by control. The kindly, understanding grandfather figure asking for a favour. As if I would give him everything, I have! He had tried out right asking for it once. I almost laughed in his face.
"But that's not important to the main point. The following year I was forced into some shite tournament by a magical contract. Though, it was obvious, I never needed to compete. So, I wouldn't play ball. It turned out to be the Dark Bastard Voldemort, the man who murdered my parents trying to regain his body. He wanted my blood, but I would not play so he took the blood of another and came back.
"It was during my fifth year… this year that the hate got worse when a girl who thought she was my best friend caught me kissing another girl. I had not actually known they were all fucking homophobes. The girl I was kissing turned on me to save herself saying I had forced her. Though, I won't blame her, we weren't exactly great friends, and she was a scared pureblood mage. I'll blame all those who treated me like a hero one second, but the moment I'm different from them and Dumbledore sides against me is the moment they hate me and decide I'm the greatest evil ever!
"A filthy purist son of one of Voldemort's lackeys tried to rape me a… umm… I think it was just a few days ago, but I have lost track of time, and as far as I know he's still missing his tiny dick and legs. I was arrested, and Dumbledore came to see me, to tell me that he was going to use magic to enslave me so that I would not have to go to jail. He pretended as if that was a great favour… he was talking bloodline theft, or should I say he was telling me without saying it that he was stealing my wealth and my freedom.
"I killed three of the magical cops and fled. I killed every one of those fucks sent after me that I could!" she growled out in anger. "The rest doesn't matter, but what does is when I'm tearing them apart and ripping their world down. Voldemort. Dumbledore. The Ministry of Magic. They will all suffer for their greed!"
Lindsey let a dark grin grace her lips, and her eyes were dark and deadly. "I think I like the sound of that, Holly… we will make you stronger. There will be no mage capable of defeating you and ruining your vengeance. Your primal magic will rule over them, and their lives will be yours!"
"Primal magic?" Holly muttered as she thought that through. She smirked. "Yes… their lives… their life. Life… Vita, means life in Latin, the language of magic… and what is life if it isn't one of the most primal forces in existence, in magic?!" she suggested while laughing. "… Vita… that is the name of my magic. However, magic isn't everything. It is first. Yes. However, they're greedy. They like money too. Lots of money. Money can build them, but it can also crush them. Money to them can buy almost anything, and that is a great weakness to them, but a great strength to me… I have lots of money and I don't care about burning it all to destroy them; they will never hurt anyone again."
"Play on their greed!" Lindsey agreed, smirking as she stood, offering her hand. Holly took it. She allowed Lindsey to pull her up, face to face. "I like that cunning mind of yours… Vita!" she said, amused.
Holly's green eyes darkened with anger as she let her thumb stroke over Lindsey's smooth grey/purple hand. It was so soft. They didn't need to shake hands like they were making a deal. They felt connected through the universe. They had both been given hope by fate, and they would take any and every opportunity to relish in it, enjoy it.
"There will be nowhere in this universe…" Holly said, feeling at peace with her choices.
"Or any other…"
"… they'll never hide from us…"
"And running will be a futile waste of time…!"
They stood for a few moments staring into each other's eyes with the same rage and glee as they made a verbal contract with each other to conquer those who had wronged them, together they would bring hell upon them all.
"Sinarch," Lindsey called as she and Holly had somehow gotten close enough that their noses were almost touching. "How long until we can jump to Vita's universe?"
"Do you wish to register the name Vita to Mistress Holly?"
"Yes."
"Affirmative. We can jump within four Earth hours."
"Okay," Lindsey said gently as she felt Holly's body tight to hers, warm and fit, and those boobs; they weren't massive, but they were full and firm. "Do you want to… go… to, our room, and… we could just-just lie down and you can-can ask me questions about this universe?" she dared to suggest as that was all she could think to say, and she was so in need of some much-much better memories to calm her body and mind.
Holly let a sly grin slip to her lips. "Then what will we do for the next three hours and forty-five minutes?" she asked, but she had taken Lindsey's hand, and was leading Lindsey before the nervous Red Lantern knew it, and she would let Holly have every bit of control over her she wanted if she got such 'pampering' and flavours as a part of that deal.
to be continued…
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