WARNING, I will be using the events of 09/11/01 as a part of this story. If this could possibly offend you, don't read this story. This story will contain little sex. Some may be necessary for the plot of the story.

Relic is an avenger. A crime fighter.This story approaches 9/11 in that context.

Leslie Josette Gill

RELIC

Started 9/22/01 By LJG

Chapter 1
The Beginning.

I had to ask myself a question. If I had to do all this over again, would I?

You see, I was given a gift. This gift was unexpected and unexplained, but, once the gift was mine, so was the responsibility. I never asked for it. I was just the one who was given it.

I never have heard the whole story about the sword. Only what I could find out by legend and myth. It was an old sword. This sword was so old that when the labs who carbon date it got their results, they had to recalibrate their equipment and tried again. Always the same result. The sword I now hold in my hand is 13,000 years old. 13,000 years old. I had it tested 3 times and each time, the labs recalibrated and tested again. They all asked where I got it and I just shrug and say "it found me".

Those who were hostile or had evil intentions could not come near the sword. If they did, intense fear developed. You could smell it. It was obvious that this thing had magical powers.

I had no idea just how powerful and magical this thing was. I have never had anyone try to steal it. I have had strange things happen to those who even thought about stealing it while in the swords presence. The look on their faces was something to behold.

I found the sword in the sand, on a beach in Sal Palo, Brazil. I just picked it up off the beach. I took it to my hotel room and looked at it. The scabbard was old and decayed. The handle of the sword was old and worn. But the blade of this remarkable thing was spotless. Its beauty was incredible.

I put it in my checked baggage and carried it back to the US. I never declared it and went right through customs with no problems. I suspect that many things were carried through customs like that. Of course, I didn't know then what I know now. I am also very careful as to what I tell anyone about where it was found. I don't want the government of Brazil to ask for its return. What they don't know, won't hurt them.

This thing became the center of my life. I actually lost who I am. I became my fantasies. My fantasies be came reality. Had I known, I would have been much more careful. But, I had no idea.

That first day, I picked it up and looked at it. It felt like something I had lost many years ago and suddenly found again. It felt like a cut off piece of my body had been suddenly replaced. The sensations were disturbing and I just thought I had gotten some bad food or something. So I just put it in my baggage and came home.

Home.

I lived in a small town outside Atlanta, Georgia. I unpacked and took the sword and placed it in the closet. I then went about my regular business of working on computers and medical equipment. My pager just started going off. I took care of my work, which had cost me a large part of my personal life. I had so much equipment in my poor apartment that it was jokingly called the pit. My part of the world took NT and Unix and helped hospitals with their computer needs. So I am a geek. I live a normal life just like everyone else.

The day after I got back from Brazil, my life changed. Things calmed down and I took the old sword out of the closet and pulled it out of the old ragged scabbard. It gleamed in the light and I held it up to the light and I became dizzy. It was just that fast.

The sword had reached into my subconscious mind and found hidden things. Things that were so buried that it shocked me that they had surfaced. I had no idea that the sword worked that way. It found all my secrets and there in front of my eyes, changed me to my deepest desires.

I didn't even know it had happened until after I started feeling strange sensations. I went to the mirror and nearly passed out. There in the mirror was a very short haired and extremely tall, beautiful woman. Then I looked down. There were the most perfect pair of "E's" I had ever seen. I didn't even realize I was still holding the sword. I set the sword down and went back to the mirror. Suddenly, I started changing back to my old nerdy self.

It happened so quickly that I thought I had imagined the whole thing. I picked up the sword and suddenly, I felt I was being talked to by something unearthly.

"I will give you what you desire, if you will become my instrument of justice."

I looked at the sword and just thought "Why me?"

"Chance, destiny, ability, and will. You are an honorable soul and that is what I desire. You will not abuse what I will give you. I have looked at your soul and know that you are the perfect giver of justice. And, no one will ever know its you."

I sat down. This sword was talking to me. "Who are you?"

"I don't have a name, but you will soon learn that I am very old. I have found those through time who have taken me and become my instrument for justice. I became the thing that changed their lives for the better."

"So you have done this before?"

"Yes, and I will tell you that the path you are about to take will not be easy. A price is to be paid for wielding me for justice."

"A price?"

"Those who wield me become two people. Your normal life and the alter ego I will create for you. You have to balance between the two to make what I want you to do to work."

I was intrigued. I didn't have any problem believing what I was hearing or seeing. You see, my imagination was a fertile place. I could imagine all kinds of things. I was a treker, and a sci-fi junkie. I could think of all kinds of scenarios. But I was looking for the catch.

I asked it "what do you expect in return?"

I got the "instrument of justice" speech again.

"OK, what exactly does that mean?"

I was really surprised at the answer. "You will become what you know as a super hero. You get to chose the form and the method, but I will be your source of power and protection."

At the mention of power, I had to ask. "You said power, just what do you mean?"

The relic's response was, "Almost anything you want."

What I was being told was that there were almost no limits to what I could do. I made the decision then and there. "OK, I will help you. I don't know exactly what you want me to do, but as long it's on the side of good, I will agree. But I don't want any innocent person harmed. That is my only condition to all of this mumbo jumbo."

"Agreed."

I took the hilt of the relic and there, I changed into the woman again. My costume was skin tight, flesh colored spandex cat suit and a wet dream in the flesh.

"Can I change my appearance at will?"

"Anything you want. I also can protect you from anything in anyone’s arsenal this time period has. You will be invulnerable."

"You said justice. For who?"

"Anyone.Everyone. I was created as a tool to protect the innocent and the power I have is based on that. I live to protect. I need you to help me do that."

"I found you on that beach. How long had you been without someone to wield you?"

"Its been 250 years. I must be careful. I come out only when times dictate. Your world has become dangerous and the time is right. Terrorist and agents of evil are operating in the name of GOD and that must be stopped."

"You said GOD. So what religion were you based on?"

"I am God’s tool. I am not part of any religion. I am just the tool. YOU and how you wield it is what I am about. Good. That is what I am about. You follow your beliefs and I will honor them."

I really felt guilty. There in the mirror was the perfect image of my sexual fantasy. I guess what I did about it was the key.

Relic had seen my thoughts. "You decide what fits your moral code. I desire a more rigid definition of morality. Right and wrong is what hurts innocent people and what doesn't. I don't care if you have secret sexual desires. Those desires don't hurt anyone else. I care that you prevent harm to other people. I care that the world is protected from those who would cheat or harm others. I am particularly concerned with those who do harm to others in Gods name."

I was relieved. I didn't know just how this sword would look at our world. Sex was an American taboo. The rest of the world accepted Sex as the "nasty" or evil. I never cared much for relationships. I just wanted to be left alone most of the time. I secretly wanted to look like a woman. But, I didn't want to stay that way. I just wanted to be able to have my fantasy. I was made to feel guilty because of the standards of sexual morality of the day. I learned from RELIC that it didn't matter, as far as it was concerned.

"OK, what can I do?"

"You can do almost anything. It's too much to tell you all at once. But, just about anything you can imagine, you can do."

"What will I call myself?"

I didn't get an answer. But then I had an Idea. "I will be known as Relic. And that is what your name will be. Do you mind that?"

"No, I will answer to the name, Relic."

"Now I got a real dumb question. How do I carry a sword around all the time without being stopped by every cop in site?"

There was a glow and I was wearing a copper wristband. The relic had changed into a bracelet. It could be worn as a man or woman. It was just a copper bracelet. I was still female. "So I can do as I wish as long as you are touching me?"

"After you have been touching me for a period of time, we will not need to be touching for you to call and wield me."

"Can I use your powers like this?"

"Yes."

I imagined a picture in my head. My clothing changed and I was dressed in a normal dress and heels. I had long black hair and flawless makeup. All I had to do was imagine it. I am an old fashion type, so I was wearing old fashion stockings and garters. I was in heaven.

I remained in this form and walked down to the computer room.

Here, I was in my true element. I had 6 terabyte of storage here. My air-conditioning unit was specially setup to keep this room cool. I had a pair of unrestricted DSL lines which gave me the same thing as two T1's.

I got up on the internet and looked around for "super-hero" types. I looked for "hero's" of any type. There were no hero's. There were no super hero's.

I found that I would be the first real super powered hero. My mind went to the Relic.

"If I am being given these powers, then there must be a form of evil out there that is my equal."

"There might be later, but now, you are alone and unique."

I turned to the news. I loved chicken noodle news. So I camped there with my shop TV set. It was an old beat up 9 inch I kept just to watch the news in the computer room.

There, news of a bank robbery had just been reported. Two men had just killed two tellers. I was close, so my mind was made up. Time to act.

I decided to be bold with my crime fighters look, so I chose black stockings, garters, and 6 inch platform heels. I picked a spandex panty and bra. The "E" cups were a site to see. I walked outside and lifted off the ground and literally flew to the bank. There, high in the air, I watched and listened to the police radio signals. (The relic let me listen to the radio traffic. I explained the concept to Relic and it allowed me to hear even the encrypted frequencies.)

I was looking for a beat up old brown pickup. The truck was going in a direction, the cops weren't looking for. I found them and closely approached the vehicle. The two robbers saw me and started shooting. The Relic was protecting me. I came down in front of the truck. The sword appeared and I literally sliced the front of the truck in two. I cut deep into the radiator and motor block. The truck stopped. The two continued to shoot at me.

"Relic, do I kill, or do I capture?"

"Ask yourself the question, Are you sure they are the killers of the bank people?"

"Yes."

"Then use what ever force you think necessary."

I decided that I would try American justice. I stored the sword and walked up to the two. I was clearly much more powerful than the two, so I grabbed them by the neck and lifted them into the air. Somewhere along the way, they dropped their guns. I was not concerned with evidence as much as getting them back to the scene of the crime.

I flew back to the bank and dropped the two idiots down in front of the police. I was getting some real looks. After all, I was dressed as a lingerie model, wearing skin tight spandex underwear and very high heels. I stood 7 feet tall heels and all.

The cops had seen me fly. So they knew something was special.

"Who are you?" came the question from the cops.

"I am Relic. I think these are the bad guys you are looking for. Their truck is about 4 blocks away. I think you will find the money and the rest of their weapons there. Please deal with this trash."

I released the idiots and started to fly away. "Wait" yelled the cops. We want to talk. I didn't want to so I just left.

I went home. I changed back to my normal old self and went back to the computer. The news media already had news reports about the strange woman who had captured the bank robbers. I didn't care that they found it strange that I was very scantily clad and that amused me. I made up my mind that I had to be a bit shocking, but covered, the next time I was going to appear.

The police wanted to talk to me. But no one knew who I was or where I came from. It was just the way I wanted it.

I had made a conscious decision to leave things this way. I was going to be the lingerie super hero. I would be able to live my fantasy and help people too.

Continued in Part 2 "The lingerie super hero." of Relic;