It had been a long night for Powerwoman. The 42-year old superheroine had broken up two muggings and stopped a gangfight. It was 3 a.m. and in just a few hours her alter-ego, Karen Stone had to be at her teaching job at a local community college.
Like the previous Powerwoman, from whom she had taken her name, Karen was older, wiser and a first class crime fighter. She thought back to the first Powerwoman, April Wilde. She had met a terrible end, being forced to take drugs by a cartel, impregnated, her emaciated body, or what was left of it, raped and thrown out of a speeding car partially naked and eight months pregnant in front of police headquarters. She died en route to the local hospital. Citizens were shocked but sales of the DVD's of her being unmasked, taking drugs and having group sex had sold millions.
As she undressed in front of her mirror she admired herself. Rock solid body, 36-D cup breasts, long brown hair, with a grew grays beginning to appear. She had on a red white and blue mask, and like the once popular Solar Woman, had a costume that was blue and white and skin tight. Unlike Solar, the bullet-proof costume covered all her assets up to her neck but being skin-tight also left little to the imagination about what type of body Stone had to offer.
She removed her boots and gloves, then found the hidden zipper and unzipped the front of her costume, her chest spilling out in all its glory. The zipper continued down to her pubic area where one could just see a nice, brown landing strip. She threw off the costume, then removed the mask. Naked, she checked her email, then went into her another chamber in her secret room. It contained what appeared to be a tanning bed, but the device was the source of her power. Once she got in and lowered the upper part of the device and locked it, it would turn on, slowing recharging her cells and giving her super strength ability for another 24 hours as she slept.
The next night, Powerwoman crouched down looking at a nearby home where meth was reportedly being manufactured. Meth has become a terrible problem in Delta City and Powerwoman was determined to put a dent in the supply. She studied the home for a couple hours, noting the comings and goings while trying to estimate the people in the home. She didn't want any children to get hurt, if there were any, nor did she want any surprises despite her invulnerability.
Running, she approached the house and smashed through a window in the living room. Immediately, she was hit by gunfire from two semi-automatic weapons, which would have been enough to kill almost anyone else. She kicked the weapon out of the large man holding it, and took him down with a swing to his head. He was out cold. The woman grabbed a knife and came at her, her eyes wild, snorting. She was obviously a meth-head thought Powerwoman, as she quickly over powered the woman with her martial arts knowledge and tied her up. As she want into the kitche she spied the meth. Batches of it cooking and went over to examine it. WHAM..Powerwoman was struck in the head by a baseball bat, and knocked down. While she was strong, she wasn't invulnerable. A slow, large weapon like a bat could actually do more damage to her than smaller but faster bullets. She healed quickly but could still be surprised.
She fell and rolled, just as a butcher knife slammed into the floor where her chest would have been. She brought her feet up and landed a shot right in the nuts of the male drug dealer she had neglected to see and he crumped.
"Bitch," he moaned. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you."
