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Feeling...Overpowered, chapter twelve

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Feeling...Overpowered, chapter eleven by Soviet-Superwoman



The skies over
Angel Falls, USA
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The Soviet Superwoman quickly caught up with the man who called himself "The Albatross". He was clad in a white titanium armored suit with two wings stretched out from either side and affixed at his shoulders and wrists. His mask was a gold helmet with featureless, smooth face-plate, which she saw as he turned to see who was rapidly coming up behind him, indicating that he must also have some kind of radar. The suit was moving at incredible speeds, its occupant thin and lithe, capable no doubt of aerial acrobatics. Olga on the other hand was not moving near as fast as she was accustomed to, her massively increased weight and mass causing her to lose speed. The Albatross sped up after spying her, swooping downwards in a spiraling motion towards the city. Olga cursed under her breath. At that range and speed and with the people down below, she couldn't risk firing off a burst of her laser vision to knock him down. She would have to catch up with him and that was becoming more and more difficult as he continued to put distance between them. The big Russian woman grit her teeth and activated a burst of her hypersonic speed, launching herself forward at her opponent with a sonic boom.


The Albatross banked downwards further in response as she closed in, beginning to zig and zag between buildings, maintaining his ferocious velocity. Olga backed off and slowed down, unsure at her present size if she could cut corners and weave like she could previously. She had closed some distance, but it was still not enough to risk taking a shot. The Communist supersoldier continued her dogged pursuit, matching his turns and attempting once again to get closer. It would be a few moments before she could draw on another reserve of her speed again and next time she wanted to make sure that it would count. Albatross suddenly swept upwards, his wings extending. Olga followed as he raced over the rooftops of the city now. As he neared a billboard, the costumed thief lashed out at it with his arm, ripping it free on one side. Poly had mentioned he had super-strength as well. The steel structure lurched towards the side of the building to plummet into the streets below. Olga snarled under her breath again and broke off pursuit long enough to catch the falling structure. As the Albatross pulled further away, the Soviet Superwoman tossed the crippled sign back onto the rooftop as she rocketed past it.


Olga pushed herself, tensing all her new muscles as she raced through the skies towards the fleeing criminal. Ordinarily she loved flying. It was her favorite ability truth be told, the wind rushing through her hair, the warmth of the sun on her skin...but at the moment she couldn't have been more frustrated by it. Here was some mудак dressed like a bird, out pacing her through the skies like she was a rank amateur. Her changing size and density was making it difficult to apprehend even one speedy crook. Maybe if she couldn't catch up with him, she could slow him down. As he skated over the top of another building, preparing to swoop downwards, Olga fired off a blast from her eyes. She wasn't aiming at him, but a few feet to the side, away from any obstacles. The Albatross banked to the left, away from her volley and changed course. If she did that enough times, with her knowledge of the city, perhaps she could lead him somewhere out of the way and overtake him there. Albatross was an out of town criminal Poly had mentioned, so she would use that to her advantage.


Another blast was fired and once again the winged man altered his flight. As they neared a rooftop water tower, Olga anticipated him and fired in its direction, backing him off trying to drop it into the streets. The Soviet Superwoman bobbed and weaved through the sky after him, never losing sight of her quarry despite his many attempts to shake her. Finally Olga got him headed in the direction she wanted: out towards Titan's Cove and the beach. Soon the rooftops and skyscrapers gave way to suburbs and then to the shoreline on the horizon. With the lack of collateral targets available, Olga cut loose with her lasers, firing at him repeatedly. The Albatross ducked and dodged, diving downward and upward, trying to change course and swing away from the ocean where there was no cover for him. It slowed him down, allowing the muscular superheroine to gain on him. As she fired off another burst of lasers, she also kicked in her banked reserve of hypersonic movement. The Albatross managed to evade her attack, but was caught unawares when she suddenly appeared next to him. The dark haired woman smashed her frozen turkey sized fist into the side of his helmet, shattering it like glass rather than high grade metals and plastic polymers. The barely conscious man was in a tail-spin downwards towards the sand when Olga caught him by the ankle and brought him down to earth with her.


Once her feet touched ground, she took hold of the man's wings and shredded them off the armor with a a crackle of electricity and whiff of ozone. Olga easily lifted him off his feet and held him aloft with one hand a few feet from her.


"Where are the jewels, NOW!" she barked in a commanding voice.


"I...don't have any..." the dazed man moaned.


"Liar, I will pull them from your armor if I need to!"


The Albatross held up his hands in protest, "The man who contracted me...he just wanted you out of the city..."


"What?" Olga replied, as if she had not heard him correctly.


A bright flash of green light a few yards away from her made her shield her eyes with her free hand. A man was walking towards her, clapping, a man she recognized instantly.


"Savant." she spat the name like it was poisonous.


"Of course, who else?" the man in the high-tech green armor replied, an amused tone to his voice. "You must pardon my theatrics but I could think of no better way to get you all alone out here, away from that wife of yours especially, than to use this patsy."


Olga tossed the Albatross to the sand and pointed at him not to move as she turned her full attention to the much more dangerous threat.


"So you engineered this? You knew I would come instead of someone else?"


"I had good odds on it, which is why he assaulted that particular shop at that particular time when you just happened to be...well I could discuss my methods all day but I'm here for you my dear."


"If you wanted a fight," Olga replied, taking a step towards him, "you could not have picked a worse time for yourself."


"A fight?" Savant cocked his head to the side, "Oh I see no, no, no. I'm not here to fight you. I could have done that a week ago when you would have been...far easier to put down, yes?"


"You have been spying on me?"


"I spy on everyone my dear, especially those I find fascinating. In fact my purpose here today is to offer my assistance."


Olga could feel her anger rising. Her temples were throbbing and her muscles were tense. She felt hot all over as she stood there listening to that odious man, a man who had done terrible things to her beloved Maia. Sweat was trickling down the side of her face from her hairline. A strange but becoming all too familiar wave of nausea time her quickly as her sports bra and panties began to feel tight. She was growing again, becoming bigger right here in front of Savant. Her muscles swelled and bulged outwards, giving her a tremendous headache. She tried her best to hold onto what shreds of dignity she had remaining in front of the master criminal.


"And it would appear that you do indeed require my help don't you?" He was practically beaming from under his helmet, grinning from ear to ear.


"What can you possibly do to help and why would you?" Olga snarled at him.


"Well first, I have long had a sample of your blood and DNA so I have had all the time in the world to study what makes you, you in a manner of speaking. Secondly I am an expert on physics, nuclear physics, radiation and most if not all of the physical and applied sciences. That polydactyl friend of yours is a child compared to what I can do, as are her friends and allies. As to your last query, why I would help you? The answer is obvious in that it would not be for free."


"Knowing you as Walkiria has told me, I can only imagine what perverse sexual favors you would want..."


"Perhaps a few weeks ago," Savant answered, stepping closer, "but truthfully right now you are bit too...masculine for my tastes. No offense of course, but I preferred you the way you were then, which I admit is part of my reason for helping I suppose. To see the old you flying around again."


"What is it that you want?" Olga said impatiently.


"I want one of your eggs." Savant replied in a matter of fact tone.


"Nyet, never." Olga said, the wind knocked out of her a little. "The Iron Chancellor has already created on abomination from my cells."


"Yes I know all about von Trotha's crude attempt at cloning you. I have nothing like that planned I assure you. Think about your answer carefully, I'll give you some time...but don't think too long. I might retract my offer and leave you to become...whatever it is you're becoming. In any event if and when you come to your senses, you can contact me by returning to this spot. "


"How do I even know you can do what you say? That you are not all the talk?"


Savant gave no response but merely chuckled as he pressed a button on his wrist, opening another glowing green portal. He then stepped through it and disappeared in a bright flash, leaving Olga standing on the beach a few inches and pounds larger than she was when she first arrived.



To be continued...

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Big thanks to :icontwistedsavant: for the use of his character, the one and only Twisted Savant! :mwahaha:

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hotrod5's avatar
Wow, an interesting turn of events with this latest chapter. And now here Poison's commentary.

Icon: Posion by hotrod5 :iconsaysplz: I'm surprised the Chernobyl Disaster didn't make you sterile.