Part 5 - Second Awakening
Luthor put his gun aside and reached down to help the woman he had just rescued from It. She was kneeling in a rapidly spreading pool of proto-matter, obviously in shock after what had happened.
He placed a hand gently on her shoulder, trying not to startle her. "Miss..."
The next thing he knew, he was connecting with the wall of a nearby house. Slowly, Luthor got back on his feet. His body armour had protected him from injury, but what had happened shouldn't have been possible. She was a young woman and he had super strength…
She looked up, straight into Luthor's eyes. That was when he realized what had happened. How it had been possible.
She had perfect, beautiful blue eyes.
The eyes of It.
Demi Lee was no longer in control of herself. No longer had any power.
It was the worst experience of her entire life; as if the bottom had dropped out of her world and she was falling into some horrible, cold void.
Falling into It.
How had she knocked that man aside like that? Like he was nothing more than a rag doll?
And why had it felt so right?
She looked down at her hands. The skin was undulating, like the skin of It had been. In fact, she could feel It beneath her skin, burrowing through muscle and tissue… deeper into her body, into her very soul itself.
Demi looked up at the man she had knocked aside, and she recognised him with two sets of eyes. The first were her own; they saw Alexander Luthor, the self-proclaimed 'super hero' who had taken it upon himself to change the world.
But the second set saw him as something else.
They saw him as the man who had created It, then turned his back on It when It didn't behave as It should. It saw the man who had tried to kill It, and when he didn't have the guts for that, had tried to forget about It instead.
Power coursed through Its body. Through her body.
Demi could see the truth now. The reason it seemed like the bottom had fallen out of her world was because she was now rising above it.
It was power.
She was power.
What had been Demi Lee, what had been It, was now neither.
This new creature was rising from the ground before the stunned form of Luthor, her features shifting as she went. From Demi Lee, to It, and then to something else.
Blonde hair fell around her shoulders, her skin smoothed out. Even her clothes were changing; sneakers became crimson, knee high boots. Jeans and a tee shirt reformed themselves into a dark blue mini-skirt and a top, cut off to show her mid-riff.
And to complete the look, a crimson cape unfolded from her back.
She hovered above Luthor like an angel of death, beautiful and deadly.
"God below…"
"God had nothing to do with me, Alexander," Ultragirl said. "You saw to that."