Yesterday's Heroes (Consortium of Chaos Book 1) (30 page)

“Wait.”  He shook his head. 
“This…this still isn’t a good idea…”

“Shut up.  I think it’s a
great
idea.”

“But…I don’t know what’s going to
happen…”

“No one does…well, except your
brother.”

“I just…I don’t….”

“Do you want to be with me, or
not?”

He nodded, looking almost desperate
with need.  “Oh god, yes.”

“Well then…”  She kissed him again
and his eyes met hers.  “How about you forget about what’s going to happen, and
just concentrate on doing what you
want
to do for once, huh?”  She
smiled.  “So….where were we?”

He grinned, and kissed her
passionately again, and slipped his hand slowly down her back.  “If I recall
correctly…I
think
we were about here?”

She smiled and shook her head.  “Nope…we
were…Mmmmmm…passed that, I think…”

His eyebrows soared.  “Were we
now?  Well, I don’t mind backtracking some, do you?  Just to review?”

She shook her head as he lowered
her face to her tight breasts, his tongue tracing circles around their tight
centers.  She looked up at the wall to see the image of her 2001 Fabricator
Swimsuit calendar staring back at her.  She reached down to hold her body
steady for him.  Oh GOD!  The real him was SO much better!  His hands continued
to explore her body. 

“I’ve wanted you since that time
you broke Holly out of the Squad’s custody after her City Hall job.”  His wide
fingers slipped inside her body and she gasped.  “I was watching the security
camera footage…And the most beautiful woman I had ever seen was there…”  He
leaned down to kiss her again, and then tucked a strand of her hair behind her
ear.  “….And she was fighting our guards…”  His thumb began to slowly circle
around her center, his gaze meeting hers.  “…And I though…My god…look at her
go…”  Her back arched as his thumb touched her, his eyes never leaving hers. 
“…That has got to be the
sexiest
woman I’ve ever seen…”  He bent down on
his knees and his breath was on the hot wetness of her body.  “…So beautiful…” 
His lips pressed against her and his fingers were soon replaced by his mouth. 
She let out another startled cry and struggled for breath.  His face was
pressing the zipper edges into her sensitive skin, and his mouth was devouring
her.  The mixture of sensations was intoxicating.  His tongue teased her folds
and then his teeth gently closed over her.  Her knees almost buckled.  She put
her leg up on his shoulder as he knelt in front of her and she clawed at the
arcade machine over her head searching for something to hold onto.  Finally,
she simply reached a hand down and pressed his face further between her thighs.

Dammit!  This was happening!  This
was really…

Her back arched as his tongue sank
into her again.  She pulsed around him as he lapped at her.  She pushed him
back and he fell to the floor.  She quickly removed the rest of her costume and
then jumped on top of him.  He began to yank at his own clothes.  She grabbed
both sides of his shirt and yanked it open.  The buttons scattered across the
floor.  He blinked after them.

“Okay…I really only have the three
shirts…but that’s okay.  I only need two.  Fuck it.”

She ignored him and started to tug
at his pants.  He tried to kick them off, but they bunched around his dress
shoes.  Close enough.  She didn’t care.  She ran a hand down his hard chest…enjoying
the sight of him.  He always had the best build of anyone on the Squad…His was
the ONLY swimsuit calendar she ever bought.  Her vision fell to the straining
fabric of his boxers.  She pulled them off so that they too were wrapped around
his legs.  His very impressive length sprang free.  Jesus…how in god’s name did
they camouflage THAT in his skintight costume!

She trailed a finger gently down
the thick veins covering his pulsing shaft and he swore savagely.  His hips
thrust forward.  She laughed.  She was now straddling the greatest hero the
city had ever known.  He was pinned beneath her.  She smiled evilly.  Her hand
closed around his cock and he winced as she started to slowly massage him.  “Don’t…don’t
do that…or this is going to be over quick…”

She laughed again and rearranged
herself over his hard body.  He reached up and grabbed her hips and pulled her
down onto him.  She moaned as he slid into her fully; her back arching.  She
leaned forward and put her hands flat on his chest.  She shook her head to get
her hair out of her eyes.  “If it makes you feel any better…”  She moaned and
he moved beneath her, his hand body rocking as his hands pulled on her hips,
guiding her.  “…I’ve wanted you since I was fourteen…I didn’t even LIKE boys
then…”  She sucked in a breath.  “…But I wanted you…”  She ran her finger over
his lips and he closed his teeth over it lightly.  “Wanted you
desperately
….If
Poacher hadn’t been in the cell block that time?  I totally would have…had my
way with you…”

He pulled his head off the ground and
began to suck at her breasts again.  The rough hair of his goatee rubbed
against the sensitive skin; torturing it in the best possible way, as his
tongue lathered her flesh.  She held her breasts steady for him and rolled her
hips, enjoying the sensations of having him inside her.

Their movements became quicker; her
movements rougher as she rocked back and forth on top of him.  Around them, the
display cases filled with mementos and artifacts of heroism watched as this
villainess fucked a hero.  She smiled in exhilaration.  THIS was
super-villainy!  Seducing the city’s former favorite son and having her way
with him!  And on only their SECOND DATE no less!  Evil was so much fun!  This
was the best KIND of super-villainy!  The kind that…

Her breath caught in her throat as
she climaxed around him.  She continued to move as the ecstasy washed over
her.  Her whole body seemed to be alive for the first time.  She let out a
choked scream and held his hands to her breasts.  Her vision swam and she
pressed her hands down on him for support.  His large fingers gently pinched
the tight centers of her nipples, and then his own scream joined hers.  His
hands left her breasts and grabbed onto her hips; pulling her down further onto
his body.  His eyes met hers as he climaxed.  She felt his rigid shaft erupt
into her tight body, his warm seed filling her.  She collapsed onto his chest
and rested her head there for a few minutes.  Just listening to his rapid
heartbeat and enjoying the feel of his body inside her.

He cleared his throat.  “Well…that
was certainly the most fun I’VE ever had in an arcade.” 

“I don’t know….Ms. Pacman was
really
awesome.”  She teased.  “This was good too, don’t get me wrong, but…”  She
trailed off giggling.

“Well,
discounting
games in
the Pacman series…”  He kissed her.  “…and
Burgertime…”
 

She laughed.  “I told you this
would be fun, didn’t I?”  She giggled.  “Next time, just make sure to scream ‘FREEDOM
POWER ACTIVATE!’ when you climax.  It’ll be funny.”

He craned his head down to kiss her
forehead, laughing.  “Umm…no thanks.”

She smiled.  “Have I told you yet
how nice it is having you on the team?”

He smoothed a few strands of her
dark hair out of her face.  “Just happy to be doing my part, Angel.”  He ran
his thumb down her cheek.  “I’m…I’m really liking villainy more than I
ever
liked heroism.  The company is soooooo much better.”

She laughed and kissed him again. 
She sat back up and noticed that his body was still…ready.  She smiled down at
him evilly again.  “So…did you want to go again?  Because I’m thinking that the
plywood replica of the Freedom Squad war room I have that was used as a prop in
the TV series?  That would be a
great
place…”

He laughed and nodded.  “Yeah, I’m
more than ready.”  He moved his hips to prove the point and she sucked in a
surprised breath as he repositioned himself inside her.  “I’m thinking of
bending you over the pinball machine and just
utterly
fucking your
villainous little brains out….”

She laughed.  “Sounds like a
plan.”  She gritted her teeth, as she brought her hands up to roughly fondle
her own breasts. 

“I’m thinking of making that my
villainous catchphrase…”  He moved suddenly and spun her around so that he was
laying on top of her, his weight pressing his body into her.  “What do you
think?”  He pushed his hips forward, crushing her body into the cold tile
floor.

She groaned.  “I think…I think…OH
GOD!  Don’t stop….”

She wrapped her legs around him as
he rocked into her.  The sounds of their lovemaking filled the display room.  Wyatt
braced his hands on either side her head and increased the intensity of his
thrusts.  Her hands clawed at his back, trying to find something to hold onto
to keep from losing herself completely.  She was close now…Wyatt rocked forward
again, his breath in her ear…..

“Harlot…You’re perfect…”

And she came again.  A wave of
ecstasy washed over her, as her she saw stars and her vision darted around the
room.  Wyatt was everywhere.  Lamps.  Games.  Statues.  With her.  She kissed
him and looked into his eyes as he once again climaxed deep inside her body. 
He kissed her forehead and rolled off of her.  She looked over at him.  “Were
you just saying that, or did you mean it?”

He opened his eyes, his breathing
still rapid.  “What?  That you’re perfect?”  He thought about it for a moment. 
“You’re occasionally evil and crazy and complicated…and your family is REALLY annoying…but,
yeah…  I can’t imagine how you could be any better than you are.”  He kissed
the top of her head.  “Your obsession with me is flattering,…but kind of
weird
,
though.”

She swatted at his chest.  “It’s
not an obsession!  I think you’re totally hot, okay!  There’s nothing wrong
with that!”

He nodded.  “Whatever you say. 
Just don’t start stalking someone else.  You are
MY
stalker.”

“Collector.”

“Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-to.”  He was
silent for a while.  “I’m still confused why you hang out with these people. 
You can do better.”

She thought for a long minute.  “This
is my family.  I love it here; belong here.  I just…I’m….”  She looked up at
him feeling suddenly sad.  “I’m just sick of always failing, Wyatt.  We try so
hard, but…but we never get to win.  And I’m tired.  I’m sick of being the
Coyote; I want to be the
Roadrunner
.  Just once.”  She sighed.  “But,
that’s the game I suppose.  One day we’ll win.  …One day.”

He kissed the top of her head.  “You
want the Consortium to succeed in a criminal enterprise that badly?  That’d
make you happy?”  He was silent for a minute.  “Okay.  I can do that.”  He
nodded again.  “No problem.  You should get some sleep, because tomorrow’s
going to be a big day.”

She yawned.  “Yeah?  How…so…?”

“Phase two of my plan, Angel. 
Phase two.”

She blinked sleepily.  “I didn’t
even know your plan…had…a phase…two…”

He smiled.  “I didn’t either.  But
it does now.”

A
boy put his hand into a pitcher full of nuts.  He grabbed as many as he could
hold, but when he tried to pull out his hand, he was prevented from doing so by
the neck of the pitcher.  Unwilling to lose his nuts, and yet unable to
withdraw his hand, he burst into tears and bitterly cried out in
disappointment.  A bystander said to him, "Be satisfied with half the
quantity, and you will readily draw out your hand."  Moral of the story? 
Do not attempt too much at once.

Poacher sat in his Jeep listening
to the news and staring at the road sign in front of his parking spot.  He had
parked in front of the bank, in one of those spaces marked with the chick in
the blue dress, which seemed to be all over the city for some reason.  Harlot
always
insisted
that it was supposed to represent a guy in a cape, and
that it meant that only heroes could park there, but Poacher didn’t see it.  It
just looked like some fat chick in a blue dress to him, and he had no idea what
that had to do with heroes.  It was almost identical to the chick on the
ladies’ room sign, for Christ’s sake!  But, whatever.  If the Freedom Squad
wanted to represent themselves with some faceless broad in an ugly dress,
Poacher didn’t give a shit.  Hell, they could have put a logo of a Bengal tiger
fucking a burning human skull covered in jewels on the sign, and it STILL
wouldn’t have stopped him from parking there.  Why should THEY get all the good
spots in the city?  And why didn’t
villains
get reserved spaces too?  Where
the fuck were THEY supposed to park?  Typical egotistical Cape bullshit.

The newscaster continued to chatter
on and on about boring nonsense.  Poacher didn’t normally make it a
habit
of listening to the news.  What did HE care what was happening someplace he
wasn’t?  Riots in Western Europe, huh?  Well, good fucking thing
he
didn’t
have to deal with that then.  Fires sweeping the West?  Thanks god he lived in
the EAST and didn’t need to worry.  News was just a way to deliver useless
information to the people who DIDN’T need it.  The people who NEEDED the information,
the people it actually affected, already knew about it because it was currently
happening
to THEM.  You think the people in the riot area don’t KNOW that
there’s a fucking riot going on around them?  Think they need the fucking
newscaster to TELL them to watch for riots?  HELL no.

He took another bite of the beef
jerky he kept in his glove box.  People spent WAAAY too much time worrying
about things that were none of their concern.  The announcer came back on and
Poacher listened intently.  He needed to know the time.  He didn’t wear a watch
and Fabricator had said that they all needed to rob their bank at noon exactly. 
He assigned them each one location, saying that since the Freedom Squad’s
standard procedure was to send out at least four heroes to every call, there
was NO WAY they could stop fifty simultaneous robberies.  They simply didn’t
have the manpower.  They couldn’t even hope to prevent
half
that many;
so the Consortium would be able to walk away from at LEAST twenty-five banks jobs
free and clear.  Winners.  They weren’t to fight the heroes if any showed up
though, as it would give the heroes a chance to save their faltering reputation
as protectors of the city.  They could rob the bank in any way they wanted,
they just had to make sure they all did it at noon
precisely
.

The radio announcer’s voice
crackled to life.  “Good afternoon, New York!  Its 12:17 and you’re listening
to the news…”

Whoops.

“…We have just received a report of
a daring armed robbery at the Apex Bank downtown which claimed the life of at
least one person…”

Poacher took another bite of
jerky.  Prolly Tyrant’s work.  He shook his head.  That fucking guy, man…

“…The robbery was stopped when a
team of super-heroes arrived and were able to subdue the…”

Poacher turned off the car and got
out.  Well…so much for Wyatt’s genius plan.  He KNEW it would never work. 
Asshole.

Poacher decided to go through with
his part of the plan anyway, though.  At least HE wasn’t a complete fuck-up
like Wyatt, or a deranged nutcase like Kasos.  He stalked towards the bank he
was assigned.  Better late than never, right?  He kicked down the glass door to
the Clear Sky Bank on the corner of Highlands and Fifth, and promptly punched
the ONLY security guard on duty in the face.  The man fell to the floor in a
heap and Poacher looked down at him for a moment in shock.  Jesus…he barely
touched
the guy.  What a total
pussy
.

One of the employees stood up and
ran for his office, no doubt about to sound the alarm and alert the police. 
Not that Poacher really CARED if the authorities arrived or not; more enemies
arriving would simply mean that he got to kill MORE people.  Shells would be
spent; trophies taken; fun had.  But it was the PRINCIPLE of the thing.  The
man was
DELIBERATELY
trying to ruin his plan, and it had taken Poacher an
hour to come up with the specifics of how he’d rob this place.  His hand flew
to his belt and he pulled out his coiled stockwhip, and cracked it in front of
him, then flicked it towards the man.  The end of the whip shot out and wrapped
around the guy’s throat, and Poacher yanked him off his feet, dragging him back
to the waiting area.  Poacher stared down at him, eyes blazing.  “Did I tell ya
you could move?  Sit! 
STAY!
”

He re-coiled the whip as he marched
towards the cashier cage.   Some of the patrons took the opportunity to flee
through the front doors.  Poacher didn’t care.  They were small potatoes and he
was after bigger game today.  He tapped on the glass.  “I’d like to make a
fucking withdraw.  Put all the cash you got in a bag, girly.”

The dark haired woman blinked at
him, seeming oddly confident.  “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Sir.”  She smiled,
as if this were a game.  “Well, technically I
could
I suppose, but I’m
not
going
to.”

His eyes narrowed.  What the hell? 
“You’re telling me NO?  You know I got your boss out here, right?”  Poacher
pointed to the man who was still gasping on the floor, and pulled out his
machete.  “If you don’t give me the money, I’m going to be REAL angry and I
might just take it out on him.  You ever seen a man skinned alive, honey?  It
ain’t a pretty sight.  Funny as hell, but
not
pretty.”

The woman shook her head.  “Bank
procedure is that I cannot open this cage for any reason.”

He slammed a fist against the
glass.  “You’re going to open it and give me the money, or I’m coming in there
to
FUCKING GET IT!”

She shook her head and reached for
the phone.  “That’s it.  I am calling the police.”  She gave him a taunting
smile.  “Do what you want to Mr. Johnson, but
I’M
safe behind bullet
proof glass.”

He took a step back and reached
over his shoulder to switch weapons.  “Oh, are you now?”  He leveled the modified
1913 double-barreled .577-caliber elephant gun at the phone perched on the
woman’s desk behind the reinforced glass.  The sixteen pound weapon had been custom
redesigned at the factory for his grandfather.  His great-grandfather had loved
the gun, and later took it to WWI with him, where he had christened it “
The
Kaiser.
”  His grandfather had then been given the gun when he was going off
to WW2, where he was rumored to have once used it to bring down a German bomber,
and after the war he took the weapon on several African safaris with him.  When
his father inherited the gun, he immediately put it under lock and key, and as
far as Poacher knew, had never even touched it; just tried to sell it.  Poacher
detested his family, but he saw no reason to hold that against the rifle.  It
couldn’t help its origin any more than he could.  When he escaped the orphanage
and decided to go out on his own, he had made sure to return to his family’s
estate and rescue the rifle
first
.  He was not about to let a man like
his father possess it a second longer; the gun was made for better things.  It
was made to be used and have adventures, not be imprisoned behind glass forever
by that son-of-a-bitch, or be sold to provide him more drinking money.

He pulled the trigger on the
hundred thousand dollar weapon, and the huge rounds exploded clean through the
material shielding his target, and blew her phone and the desk itself to
pieces.  He casually opened the rifle, causing the cartridges to eject
automatically, and reloaded it from the bandolier of ammunition slung across
his chest.  The cartridges were all designed and manufactured by the Weapons
Department, and Holly could make one
hell
of a powerful round.  She had
adapted them to any number of uses; from exploding rounds, to rounds designed
to penetrate water, pierce tank armor or shatter Lucite.  In fact, he didn’t
even KNOW what a couple of the cartridges did.  He had no idea, but it was sure
to be something cool since Holly said they were special.  That shrill annoying
bitch had a sharp mind when it came to creating and improving implements of
death.  Nice ass too…but that probably wasn’t involved in the design process.  

He snapped the breach shut again
and pointed the twin-barrels at the teller’s forehead.  The remains of the glass
divider stayed in place for an instant…spider webbed…and then collapsed to the
ground.  He ignored it; his weapon staying trained on her face.  “You were
saying?
”

The woman pursed her lips in
thought for a moment, and then gestured to the vault.  “Won’t you come in, Sir? 
Your money is right this way.”

He nodded, bearing his teeth in an
evil smirk.  “Yeah.  I
thought
you’d see it my way, girly.”

******************

Oswald “Oz” Demico AKA: “OCD” of
the Freedom Squad ran down the street, eyes scanning the crowd.  Ten minutes
earlier, he and a group of other heroes at the Squad had responded to a report
of a bank robbery in progress.  Actually, there had been reports of several
DOZEN bank robberies in progress, but it just so happened that he and a group
of heroes were closest to
this
one at the time they received the report.

They had arrived at the bank to
find a strangely dressed villain wearing a white plastic helmet with that
creepy WWII doodle guy on it, calling himself “Not Multifarious” and that today
they were “
The Barnburner!”
  Personally, OCD had never heard of a
villain named Multifarious OR this Barnburner person, so the distinction was
unnecessary.  Upon making this odd pronouncement, the figure in the aviator
costume tied the two ends of the money bags together, placed them over his neck
so his hands were free, gave a jaunty wave goodbye and immediately fled through
the backdoor of the bank with the money.  OCD and his companions gave chase,
but the guy was SURPRISINGLY fast, especially for someone carrying the extra weight
of the cash bags.  The villain was also apparently a master of parkour; and was
soon vaulting and bouncing off of everything in sight like some kind of monkey.

Oz sprinted through traffic on High
street, careful NOT to step on any of the white traffic lines.  There were too
many white lines in this part of the city.  He preferred the financial district
as it had more YELLOW lines, which, as far as he
knew
, were safe to step
on without fear of reprisals.  He heard a strange roaring noise coming from
another bank as he passed by, but ignored it.  It sounded like someone was
watching a dinosaur movie on blare or something.  What the hell was going on in
the city today?

Thus far, the Freedom Squad was
having trouble staying with the villain as he rocketed through town.  Rock had dropped
behind a few blocks back and Oz had lost sight of him.  Paper had been hit by a
cab trying to keep up and had probably broken his arm by the looks of it.  …And
then the cab just
drove off
and LEFT him.  What kind of person would do
that?  Jesus, the city really was going downhill fast.  Scissors had tried to
throw one of his blades at the villain, but the guy merely tumbled out of the
way at the last second, and the knife impacted a police car instead.  The cops
were not at
ALL
happy with being attacked and promptly tasered Scissors
and put him in cuffs.

The criminal slid under a bus while
it was in motion, causing Mr. Fahrenheit’s heat blast to miss him and smash
into the vehicle instead, giving several passengers mild burns and setting the
entire bus on fire.  The remaining heroes almost had the suspect cornered and
were closing in, but the man simply threw several large handfuls of money onto
an exhaust grate in the sidewalk and sent thousands of dollars flying into the
air.  Multifarious/Barnburner was able to escape in the confusion as the
pedestrians in the area made a mad dash for the loose cash, trampling Mystery
Lad in the process, who then had to leave the pursuit to seek medical
attention. 

The suspect used the distraction to
duck down a dead-end alley, and bounced off the alley wall, ricocheted off the
opposite wall, and repeated the process until he reached the roof.  The man
fled the building by jumping off a balcony onto a neighboring building, then leaped
approximately twenty-five feet through the air to grab hold of a lamppost and
slid down onto a traffic light wire.  He dove off of it onto the roof of an armored
car driving below, which was struggling with its gears…almost as if the driver
wasn’t familiar with driving a stick shift for some reason.  He stared into the
truck for a moment as if talking to someone inside, and then the vehicle
swerved in an effort to dislodge the unwanted passenger.  The man jumped off
and landed on the street again, only this time running in a new direction.

By OCD’s count, the villain had run
the three plus miles of the pursuit in just over
thirteen minutes
.  The
Freedom Squad had apparently encountered the world’s only bank robbing
Olympic-caliber runner, who could also perform moves that put the guy in the
Prince
of Persia
video game to shame.  To make matters worse, if anything, this
villain seemed to somehow be going
faster
the longer the chase went on. 
He sped down each block at a quicker and quicker pace like some kind of machine,
and Oz got the sense that the guy wasn’t even running full out yet.  This
psycho was
FAST!