Chapter Two
Panacea gently traced fingers across the rippling, shifting flesh of her canvas, diseased skin, becoming ivory and porcelain, and in turn, becoming, tanned, kissable skin, skin that she felt the need to trail kisses down. Legs lengthening and become long, slim swimmers legs. Arms also lengthening, becoming gymnasts arms, corded with muscle, with pianists fingers crowing her canvas's hands, like jewels crowning a necklace.
Then was the chest and stomach, large, full breasts coming into existence over a flat, taut stomach that made Panacea's mouth water. Hips built for childrearing and the butt, well, lets just say, the old saying of being able to bounce a quarter of it? You could bound a gold bar of it.
And then the face, the ever important face. The thing that would prove to her, and to others who her canvas was. First was the blond hair, long and lustrous, falling around her pillow like a halo of flickering light. Next was the forehead, wide, with a prominent brow. Next was the brow, pulled and angled in just the right way, all to frame the eyes, the eyes, the ever important eyes, the light blue eyes, like the clear blue sky, like the pure blue waters of a story book.
The, nose, cute, slightly upturned, but with a regal set and definition, providing the perfect counterpoint for the mouth, and oh what a mouth it was, with full, plump, peach colored lips, lips that covered teeth that were like perfect ivory tombstones, bright, and perfect.
And finally, and most importantly, the mind. The selling point, the most important point, the leash that would keep them tied together forever.
But, just a split second before Amy placed a hand on her head, she could feel herself pause.
This… This would be the difference between being a hero and a villain.
It was also a choice between being alone, and having someone.
In the end, her choice was no choice at all.
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Danny Hebert started upwards as he heard a scream coming from his daughters room. It didn't sound like his daughter, but it also didn't sound like Panacea from the brief period of time that he talked with her.
Either way, someone who might be hid daughter was in trouble.
He followed, a step behind Glory Girl, who stopped suddenly, he managed to weave himself around the younger woman and the felt himself stop, his breath leaving him in a rush like he had just been gut punched.
In the bed where he had just left his newly legless, dying, brown haired daughter, was now a taller, curvier, blond haired clone of the attractive young woman, currently being held down by a struggling, yelling Panacea.
Danny felt himself turn and smile weakly at Glory Girl.
"Do, do you happen to have a twin that I don't know about? Im not quite up on cape affairs as I'd like."
Glory Girl just shook her head, her face pale.
Panacea turned and saw her sister, and yelled, her brown hair coming undone as she yelled at her sister.
"VICTORIA! Get over here and help me strap her down!"
End of Chapter 1