Chapter 7: Showdown
The laser moved closer, and closer. Mirage's smirk remained ever so confident.
Elastigirl wanted to punch her out again, but there were other pressing matters; and, even if she was able to make it out, and that was a big "if," Elastigirl didn't know what was happening with Hufnick.
That laser!
Bob, Dash…Vi…Jack-Jack…
It couldn't be the end, could it?
That laser!
Elastigirl couldn't think straight. Her mind raced on what she could do to escape before she was bisected…
"Mistress?" one of the twins said from the control room. Elastigirl didn't know who it was as her attention was fully on the laser nearing ever so closely.
She heard Mirage let out a sigh of disgust. "Yes, what is it, Aleme?"
"Mistress, it seems that Mr. Hufnick has disappeared from his study. He doesn't show up on any of our monitors."
"What?"
After a moment that seemed forever. "Aleme, let's spare our super here. Turn off the laser beam."
"Yes, Mistress."
The laser was switched off, and Elastigirl breathed a slight sound of relief. She tried to not make it too apparent as Mirage stood over her, and seemed to notice the super was pleased to be alive a few more minutes.
"Don't worry, Elastigirl." Mirage cooed, caressing the super's cheek, "You will meet your end soon enough."
Mirage's green eyes sparkled with delight, as the villainous turned to the twins. Aleme, you come with me…Idrissa you stay here with Elastigirl. After we find Mr. Hufnick, we must find a way to keep them both in our sights until they are dealt with properly."
Mirage and Aleme left the area, while Idrissa sat staring at Elastigirl with her arms folded.
Moments of silence passed, until:
"Such beautiful girls, and you turn to a life of crime?" Elastigirl asked.
"Quiet Elastigirl." The henchwoman spoke with her smooth African accent, "It will all be over for you soon."
Elastigirl relaxed on the table, and tried to conspicuously use her power to stretch herself out of the binds, no use…
She tried again, exerting her muscles. It was causing a strain, but something was happening in her favor.
Elastigirl turned to Aleme.
"What are you doing?" the girl asked.
Ohhh, the strain….the strain…the strain…
Off the side, Elastigirl could see Aleme hurrying off….
Whatever was inhibiting her powers was doing a good job, but obviously not that good as she found herself ever so slowly to bend her arm out of her restraints. She still wasn't in peak performance (at least, concerning her powers)…but it will have to do.
Aleme was hurrying over, and as Elastigirl turned, she found Aleme held a syringe in her hand.
As the beautiful girl attempted to poke Elastigirl in the arm, the super knocked the syringe to the floor, and held the henchwoman as Elastigirl strained her legs from the binds.
The girl, whose strength seemed to have suddenly doubled, pushed away from Elastigirl…and attempted to get at the syringe again.
Elastigirl hurried over the henchwoman, and gave a quick chop to her neck, which only led to a low chuckle from the girl.
"It's time for you to sleep, Elastigirl." The girl rose with syringe in hand, moving towards the super.
Elastigirl sighed; a villain who didn't have HER powers inhibited.
Great!
Out of the frying pan, and into another…! She thought.
In desperation, Elastigirl took a chair and came at the henchwoman, who caught part of the chair with one hand.
Elastigirl tried to wrestle it away, with little avail.
She caught Aleme trying to poke her with the syringe with her other hand and jumped back.
Aleme threw away the chair and lunged, as Elastigirl took an aikido stance and threw the villain over her shoulder.
As the syringe was thrown to the side, not too far out of reach, and Elastigirl grabbed at it, and threw herself on the leather-clad villainous, plunging the syringe into the girl's breast.
Aleme fell asleep.
"Sleep tight, dear." Elastigirl said. She then rose up, and made her way to the control room, to open up the door so she could save Hufnick.
…If it wasn't too late.
"911 Emergency."
"My name is Elastigirl. I'm a super. I'm currently at the Playbunny Mansion. I need police here now! Mr. Hufnick's in danger!"
"Okay, calm down. So you are Elastigirl? Hello? Hello?"
Elastigirl reached the room of Hufnick, and found two Hufnick's dazed on the floor, with Idrissa standing ready for a fight.
Hopefully that 911 operator sends someone pronto! Elastigirl thought, leaving the communication open. She was lucky to find the mogul in his room on the first try. Otherwise, she would have had to go through each and every room of the mansion!
Apparently, one of the Hufnicks was trying to make a phone call, (to the police?) as the receiver and phone were on the floor.
"Elastigirl helped me!" said one of the Hufnicks.
Elastgirl stretched her arm (boy was she happy to have her powers return!) and plunged a syringe into Idrissa so not to worry about a drawn out battle.
Both Hufnicks rose, as the leather-clad African beauty fell unconscious.
"Elastigirl…" said the other Hufnick.
Which one do I knock out? Elastigirl's mind raced, her head darting from one to the other.
Elastigirl then made her decision, and knocked out one of them.
"You need to learn how to mask those eyes, Mirage," the super quipped, as one joined Idrissa in dream-land…and the other smiled.
As the fake Hufnick fell, 'his' blue eyes reverted to green; the Hufnick left standing had eyes that remained 'green.'
"How did you know?" he asked.
"A little trick another super-villain tried to pull a couple of years back," Elastigirl replied. "I'll have to explain later."
Minutes later, the police arrived, as well as the news media, with guests watching from afar. Outside the mansion, Mirage and her two henchwomen were taken away.
Elastigirl figured, as villains go, Mirage would probably find someway to escape, so the plan was to be ready; and maybe come up with an idea to keep the super-villainess in custody. Hufnick was in a robe, slowly recovering.
Elastigirl, gave her statement to an officer, before the police left; some officers were kept to keep the news media away until later. As some of the excitement died down, Elastigirl approached the mogul.
"Mr. Hufnick,if you didn't get my initial answer, it's 'yes.'"
Hufnick cocked an eyebrow.
"I'll pose for your magazine."
Hufnick smiled. "I'm honored."
"No, sir, the honor is all mines."
That evening, out of her supersuit, Helen lounged in bed, in her room, after searching around the mansion (as well as her room) for anything Mirage might have left. (A nifty scanning device that Lucius created made the job all the more easier). The control room that was set up by Mirage was going to be dismantled by Hufnick, or utilized in some fashion.
Currently, she spoke with her husband, in bed.
"I saw you on television, honey," Bob said over the phone. "What happened? Lucius, Honey, and even Dash and Vi heard about what happened."
"Too much happened, Bob. Too much," Helen sighed. "You see, there was Mirage, and this control room. It inhibited my powers, but not theirs. These villains; I tell you, Bob…they're getting smarter and smarter.
"She was going to kill me with this laser, but I managed to escape…" Helen sighed, not realizing she was rambling.
"Not that smart that we can't stop them," Bob replied. "Was it just Mirage? How did she get a control room in the mansion?"
"Maybe they tried to keep a low profile? She didn't have anyone else except for these twins," Helen thought. "Gorgeous girls; they probably would have been models if they didn't follow Mirage's way of thinking. Too, she had an entire control room; she must have been planning this for a long while.
"Everything seemed to have died down for now."
There was a moment's silence, before Bob replied with: "I'm worried, honey. You sure you don't want me to come there?"
"Well, now that you've mentioned it. Do you think Honey and Lucius would mind taking care of Jack-Jack?"
"I can always ask."
"Hmm, we can catch up on time missed, and do a little patrolling on the premises without alarming the other guests; and you'll be spending time with a Playbunny model!"
"Hmmm, sounds romantic. I'm sure Herb won't mind."
"I'll be waiting honey."