Soviet Valkyrie

Halloween Havoc!


Olga had been handing out candy for the last hour or so while her beautiful amazon wife was out on patrol. She wasn't sure which was the more difficult task. The doorbell to their penthouse rang again and she moved to answer the door, rolling that question around in her head. Her cape swept behind her as she grabbed up a bowl of sweets as she was in full costume. She had another costume all picked out for the party Maia was going to take her to later, something being throw at Stranger Industries that they had been invited to as guests of honor. Opening the door revealed two children of grammar school ages with their mother. The mother wasn't in costume and looked a bit nervous as the muscular heroine answered. Olga smiled her warmest smile, but did arch an eyebrow at the children's costumes. The boy was dressed in forest camouflage and covered in toy guns all of which where spattered with gobs of thick, fake blood. The little girl was dressed like the Crimson Conservative, complete with an eye-patch and fake tattoo on her arm. Both of them said a loud "TRICK OR TREATS" as the Soviet superhero looked down at them.

"You are a soldier?" she asked the boy as they both held out their bags to receive their treats.

"I'm from the Walking Dead, I'm a survivor!" he boasted loudly.

The Soviet Superwoman had no idea what that meant, but he was proud and she had to admit it was creative whatever it was.

"I know who you are." she winked at the tiny Crimson Conservative.

The little girl giggled and shook her fist at her humorously before they both began to hurry on to the elevator and more importantly, the route to more candy.

"We really appreciate you doing this for the kids," the mother said as she was being dragged away, "and what you do for the community."

"Is no problem." Olga smiled and waved them goodbye. She placed the jack-o-lantern candy bowl back on the counter and closed the door.

A massive explosion behind her threw her forward, showering her in glass from the back windows as the exploded outwards. The raven-haired Russian struck the counter hard enough to crack spider-webs into it's surface. As she turned to see her assailant, Olga's jaw dropped.

The woman was massively built and tall, over six feet. Her build was larger than her own and would give Maia a run for her money when she opened her energy portal for most fights. She was clad in black and white, with golden spaulders and accents. Her hair was long and luxuriously black with several streaks of crimson interspersed. Her eyes were shielded under red goggles, with what looked like a thin scar running down and across her right eye. Her skin was pale and the lipstick she wore was thick and black. A cape billowed behind her, a deep crimson red like the color in her hair. Standing out on the field of white armor on her chest was an emblazoned red hammer and sickle. A light flashed behind her goggles eyes and her gloved hands curled into fists.

Olga was staring at what could pass for her double.

A red flash of light shot forth from her eyes and twin beams of red energy arced their way towards the Soviet Superwoman. Olga reacted almost on instinct, throwing up her right hand to deflect the energy blast. As the lasers made contact with her glove they easily ripped through the material and slammed into her hand, burning her badly. The former farmgirl growled but held her hand firm until the beams stopped. Her fingers and palm ached badly and her hand began to tremble from the pain.

"I still have enough time to kill you!" The woman snarled in a thick Russian accent.

Was she a clone? A robot? Olga wasn't sure as her attacker closed the distance in a fraction of a second and swung at her with a hard left hook. The Soviet Superwoman just barely managed to get out of the path of the oncoming blow and swung back with a right of her own. Faster than she could have imagined, the other woman had already come across with her right fist, smashing it hard into her face. The punch staggered her backwards and caused her to spit out a spray of blood from her opened lip. Who was this? Whoever they were they were strong...perhaps even stronger than she was.

"I will make this easy on you Olga," the woman started as she ducked the punch Soviet Superwoman threw in response, "I am you, several years from now. I am the Soviet Valkyrie."

Olga could barely comprehend what she was hearing and it really didn't matter. Whoever this was they were trying to hurt her, had come to battle her in her own home. The Soviet juggernaut let out a curse under her breath and lashed out with her left, this time connecting with her opponent's face. She had pulled the punch somewhat, but it was still like hitting a steel girder. The woman's head snapped to the left as she rolled with the punch and snickered at Olga.

"Still pulling your punches I see. Pathetic. That ridiculous moral code of yours. If you could only see what that gets you in the end."

The woman came around at super-speed and collided her fist hard into Olga's face with a mini-thunderclap. More blood spattered to the linoleum floor as the muscular heroine reeled with the blow. Another blow to the face, then another. Olga swung out again, but it was a feeble attempt and she knew it. Her strength was ebbing under the withering assault of this woman who wore her face. A shot connected with her left cheek and her knees buckled slightly. The woman grabbed her by the emblem on her chest and held her up in front of her face.

"I will tell you what it gets you Olga Yezhov, it makes you ALONE!" The Soviet Valkyrie roared as she continued beating down the Soviet super-soldier. "Killing you now stops all of that from happening, God forgive me."

"You cannot be me," Olga replied through cracked lips, "I do not kill...and I would never give up on my own life..."

The mirror version of herself let out a terrible cry of anguish and rage and swung her in an arc before throwing her through the wall into the bedroom. Olga crashed easily through the combination of sheetrock and cement-board, smashing through a collectibles cabinet of action figures and memorabilia she and Walkiria had collected before finally coming to a stop next to their bed. She shook her head and began to rise back to her feet when her psycho-future self was on top of her. Her opponent clutched her by the throat and held her up off the ground with one hand. The woman seemed larger...more muscular than when she had first arrived only moments ago. Olga struggled with all of her strength to break the grip on her throat.

"It's no use Olga. I know all of your strengths...all of your tactics, all of your weaknesses. You have to breathe." the woman said quietly, her arm unwavering under the assault the Soviet Superwoman dealt it.

Olga was starting to black out. No oxygen was going to her brain and she couldn't breath. She could hold her breath for a good long time but the woman was clamped down firm on her carotid artery and it would only be a matter of seconds before she went unconscious and then...Olga pried at her hands and fingers with all her rapidly weakening strength.

"Please....do not make this more difficult than it it..."the woman whispered as a single tear traced down the scar on her cheek. "With your...our death...she lives...they all live Olga. I am sorry but this is the only way to save them."

"DROP HER YOU BITCH!"

The woman's head snapped around at the sound of Maia's voice. Walkiria was in the center of the living room, wearing her famous green and red costume and pointing an accusing finger at the mirror version of Olga Yezhov. She was bulked up several times her normal size and purple energy crackled and hissed all around her. The red-haired warrior was enraged, dangerous and beautiful in all her amazonian glory. Very few criminals and super-powered foes got the pleasure of seeing her at this, her angriest. Soviet Valkyire stared at her with an expression of wonder and joy, still holding the rag-doll like form of the Soviet Superwoman.

"Возлюбленная..." came from the woman's black lips.

Maia was taken aback for a moment. Looking over the woman who was murdering her wife realization dawned on her for the first time.

"Olga?" Maia responded confused, but still taking an aggressive stance and sizzling with power. It explained the perplexing readings that O.D.I.N. had reported but failed to answer any questions. An alternate, or future version of her wife and lover was trying to kill another. Maia didn't want to make this encounter physical, but she would tear earth and heaven apart to keep anyone from killing her wife, even if that person was another Olga Yezhov. "Olga let her go...we can discuss this..."

Soviet Valkyrie's head hung down and she tossed the limp body of Soviet Superwoman onto the bed. She landed with a thud and began to shake her head, trying her best to stave off unconsciousness. The woman standing across from Walkiria began to fade from view, becoming more and more translucent as the seconds passed.

"I have not heard you call me by name in so long...so many years my Beloved... It took most of my one-hundred and seven minutes just to track her here. I am out of time...Do...do not let her make the same mistake I did Maia...Ilsa..."

And with that the Soviet Valkyrie disappeared like a ghost vanishing before the sunrise.

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Soviet Superwoman and the story are my creations and property.

Walkiria is the creation and property of my dear friend .

Soviet Valkyrie is the brainchild of myself, and (okay most of this fantastic idea sits with Zee )

The inventor of the mentioned Crimson Conservative (whose costume is all the rage this year along with Charlie Sheen) is .

Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll!

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