Part 9 - They All Fall Down
Andy Martinez was a woman who had always known where she was in life and where she was going. Ever since she was nine years old and had kissed her first girl, eleven-year-old Jennie Krieger, she had known exactly who she was.
It didn't matter what her parents thought. And besides, look what had happened to them; her dear old dad was a cripple, and that old cow she called mother had died of cancer, eaten from the inside out. Everyone thought it was the grief making her crazy when she laughed at her mother's funeral, but she knew better.
She had had the last laugh. For all her 'depraved' ways, she was living it up at Stanhope University while her unholier-than-thou parents were either rotting in a box, or worse, rotting in a wheelchair.
Andy Martinez had always known where she was in life and where she was going. It had always been a blessing. Until now.
Because now, where she was was dangling in the open air above the grounds of Stanhope, and where she was going was most probably straight down.
"I don't want to die, please, I don't want to die," the woman, Demi recognised her as Andy, pleaded.
Ultragirl held her by the back of her neck. It was a long way down, and Andy would make an interesting pattern on the ground if she were to let go. The other three people she had already done it to certainly had.
"I'll do anything you want… you can do anything you want to me, just don't kill me!"
Ultragirl couldn't help but smile. Demi had shared some classes with Andy, and she had never liked her. Like herself, Andy never let anyone hold power over her, and that's why Demi had automatically hated her; she couldn't be controlled.
But now, thanks to Ultragirl, she had power over everyone. Power over life and death. God had nothing to do with her, because she was like unto a god herself.
"She had nothing to do with this, Ultragirl, I'm the one you want," Luthor called from the roof of one of Stanhope's buildings. After realising he no longer had any power over her, she had wanted him to have ringside seats for the show she was putting on. "Let the poor woman go."
"Oh, Alexander, you really should have worded that better," she replied, releasing her grip. Andy screamed for a few seconds, before being abruptly cut off.
"You sadistic bitch," Luthor snarled.
"Watch the language, Alexander, there are ladies present," she laughed, gliding in front of him.
Luthor struggled against the bonds she had made to hold him in place. He wouldn't let her get away with this; too much blood had already been spilt. Too many deaths were already on his conscience.
"But you made a fine point earlier," Ultragirl continued. "You are the one I want. Don't get me wrong, those other people were fun, but really…"
She grabbed his already battered hand and gave it a squeeze. Luthor finally cried out as he felt the bones turn to powder beneath her grip. "It's time to put the warm up acts to bed, and get on to the true entertainment."
And then the world screamed as the building they were on exploded in a shower of bricks and dust and noise.