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 2 
The lingerie super hero.

I decided to change my look slightly.  I changed between black lingerie and white lingerie.  I loved garters and heels and dressed that way.  I wore a full Bra, but showed the ample cleavage the form I was in provided.   For some decency's sake, I wore a full panty.  A thong was just too........

Relic learned very quickly about the police and radio frequencies.  The real important problems were quickly relayed to me.  Relic interrupted my train of thought with a bomb.

The military base, close to town had a bomb threat and it turned out to be real.  Some terrorist had placed the bomb and set a short timer.  Fortunately, it was found, but was about to go off.  I switched to my lingerie self and flew there.  The military police tried to stop me, but I just walked right by them.  I quickly figured out that it was booby trapped and gently bypassed the traps.   I lifted the device up and out of the room.  Outside, I flew straight up.  I got up as high as I could go.  I was literally in vacuum.  I was up almost in space.  The bomb went off just as I threw it out away from me.  I gently flew back down to earth, and continued to listen to the radio frequencies in the area.

While up that high, I actually began to listen to Washington frequencies. (line of site worked real well at 30,000 feet.)  There I began to hear that an attack on the White house had begun and the President was the target.  The terrorist had killed many of the security staff and was close to getting him.  I flew down through a window and found the President hiding behind a door in an outer office of the oval office.  I quietly told the man to remain quite and let me deal with the situation.  I was ashamed of the president.  He wasn't a military man and didn't know how to react to a real death threat.  I kept my thoughts to myself.

I walked out into the main hall and there were a couple of the attackers with automatic weapons and rocket launchers.  The sword appeared and I quickly took out both of the idiots.  I began to, one by one, take out as many as 5 terrorist.  I ran into a couple of Secret service personnel, and quietly told them that I was a friendly and had put the President behind a door in the outer office.  I took them to him and then went back to finding the attackers.

My shocking appearance served me well against the terrorist.  They didn't expect a lingerie model to be deadly.  They found out very quickly that nothing they had could protect them from the swords wrath.  I managed to kill all the terrorist except for one.  He was going to be my information.  I asked Relic to tell me how to make the man tell me what I wanted to know.

I suddenly knew what to do.  I grabbed him by the neck.  I lifted him off the ground and looked him in the eyes.  Then I could read his thoughts.  I soon saw everything in his mind.  I mocked and teased him.  He began to shout threats and was calling me the "whore" and "fucking slut".  I smiled and continued to tease him.  Then I decided to scare the shit out of him.  I put the image in my mind and there, in front of several secret service agents, I grew fangs and my eyes turned blood red.  My fingernails grew 3 inches and became very sharp claws.  I sat on the now restrained terrorist's lap and played with his neck with the razor sharp claws.  My mouth full of very large fangs, I looked him in the eyes.  His fear was smelling the room.  He had pissed on himself.  I knew the answers to my questions.  I needed him to say them to the agents in the room. 

"I am your worst nightmare.  You will die very slowly and painfully.  Or I might decide to make you my blood slave.  Tell these men who you work for and who else is involved here.  Do so now, or I will bite you and drink your blood.  Then you will be my blood slave for ever." 

I didn't know it was happening, but Relic was controlling the agents in the background.  They were frozen in their tracks.  They were not a threat, but they could interfere with what I was doing.  Relic knew that. 

I had found the idiots deepest fears.  He was afraid and began spilling his guts to the agents.  I went back to my normal lingerie queen look and smiled at the agents.  "Do you have everything you need?" 

One of the agents came to his senses, but was a typical clueless goon fed.

"We need to know who you are and how to find you." 

"I'll call you..."

I smiled and just left.

I went back home.  I sensed that radar was following me.  I quickly neutralized the radar and went home.  The news was hopping about the super hero who was saving people and even the government.

But pictures of me were scarce, but available on the internet. Public airways were not carrying my picture as I was very scantily clad.  I was having a blast.

I asked the sword about everything that had happened.  "Relic, am I doing what you want?  Is this the purpose you have for me?"

"Yes, you are in training for what is to come.  I am happy with what you are doing.  I don't understand your fantasies, but I find it harmless.  So, as long as you do what you are doing now, I think you should continue."

That was all I needed to hear.  I wasn't interested in talking to the news media, but it was alive with reports of the person know as "Relic".

My continuing efforts to fight crime was working.  I lived for keeping the news media off balance.  I also enjoyed getting the bad guys.  The only problem was that I was responding to police and news reports.  I wasn't getting in on the discovery of the crime.  It was time to get some help.  

The FBI in Atlanta were a busy crew.  Like any federal agency, they were understaffed and over worked.  I had respect for the people.  I just hoped they would have respect for me.

I changed into my Relic look and stepped out the back door.  I landed on the roof of the Federal building in Atlanta, and found an access down from the roof.  I quietly made my way down to the offices of the FBI.  Along the way, there were several people who were blown away at my appearance and presence.  A lingerie clad 7 foot tall woman was not a normal site by any means.  I found the offices and just walked in.

The secretary took one look at me and picked up the phone.  Half a dozen agents came storming through the side office door just to look at the creature in the outer office. 

"Who are you?" came the obvious question from what appeared to be the agent in charge of the office. 

"I am Relic.  Have you heard of me?"

The agent in charge, whose name I could not read, answered "yes". 

"I am here to offer my help to the US government."

"I don't think we will be needing your help right now, especially the way you present yourself on several of your rescues." 

It seemed that they disapproved of my appearance. 

"Well, If you don't like the way I look, maybe the CIA might like to have me."

I walked out the door and several of the agents stood in front of me and tried to arrest me.  My first question was "What are you trying to arrest me for?"

"You are a vigilante.  We don't allow that in this country." 

"Excuse me, but I turned over each of the people involved and in each case where I killed, It was in self defense and was documented."

"We have an arrest warrant and we are going to enforce it."

My purpose in life was to help the law enforcement agencies.  So I decided to play along.  I will stay and work out this with you.  They seemed to relax and then tried to handcuff me.  I held up my hands and told them that was not necessary and I would be nice.  Of course several of them tried and I quietly just bounced them off the wall. 

"I will gladly stay where I am, but do not try to restrain me as I will act accordingly."

Several of the agents drew down on me with their guns.  I acted unimpressed and just held my ground. 

"IF you do not wish to be harmed, put your weapons away.  Otherwise, I will take them from you."

I don't think they were briefed fully on what they were dealing with.  I easily took their weapons and quietly placed them on the table.  "I am here to help you, but if you insist on being rude, I can also accommodate you.  I am here as a courtesy."

One of the agents came from the back and whispered in the ear of the lead agent.  "It seems that the President would really like to talk to you.  Will you come with us?"

"I can go there myself, if you don't mind."

"You are under arrest, remember?"

"Actually, I can get there much faster if I go instead of riding with you."

"We really insist that you go with us."

"Why don't one of you just ride with me?"

There was some talk back and forth and I think they knew I was not going to be easy to control, so one of the agents volunteered to "ride with me".

I stood a foot taller than the guy.  I pointed to the stairs and said "lets go".

He followed me to the roof and I instructed him to hop on my back.

I lifted off the roof and could hear the agents scream of terror. 

"Relax, you are riding on Relic airlines."

He calmed down and we approached the lawn of the White house.  There was a group of Secret Service agents waiting for us.  I had sensed the radar sweeping me and allowed it.

On the ground, a group approached and wanted to search me.  But I wasn't wearing much.  My heels, stockings, garters, panties and bra.  That was it.  I only had this copper bracelet on my wrist.  One of the officers wanted it.  I ignored him. 

"Look, I am here to help, not to attack.  You guys know that.  Why are you giving me the attitude?"

The president came out and approached this group of agents and officers.

"What the hell is going on, don't you know this person saved my life and several of yours?  She is our guest.  Please be nice to her."

At that point, I was glad I didn't have to show the sword.  I was almost ready to do just that.  But the president had saved the poor man.

"Sir, do I make everyone that uncomfortable?" 

"Well, your appearance is generally shocking, but after what I personally saw from the video tapes, I can get over that.  By all means, come inside and visit."

I decided to play along and came inside.

The presidents wife took one look at me and frowned. 

"Dear, this is the person who saved many of the officers here in the white house, and myself."

She smiled and just left.  I was escorted to the oval office.  For the first time, I was being invited to a place instead of coming to rescue it.

I became aware of several recording devices in the room.  "Could you please turn off the devices here in this room.  What I have to say to you needs to be to your ears only." 

"How do you know I am recording you?"

"I have abilities you know nothing of."

The devices were turned off to my satisfaction.  "We have a lot to talk about sir."

My next two hours were filled with giving the president a briefing on what I could do for him.  I told him of my wish to be involved instead of reacting to police calls.  I was getting the same old vigilante treatment even from the president.  I did get him to commit to calling for help if something really bad happened.  He didn't want me interfering with normal law enforcement.  I finally had enough. 

"Its obvious that I will have to continue to act on my own.  If you want my help, you can call for me.  In the meantime, I have no intention of stopping my activities.  May I suggest that you don't try to arrest me or stop me.  I will help where I can and if I see your people have control, I will not interfere.  But if I see that they are in danger of death or harm, I will help."

On that note, I quietly got up and walked out the door.  No one tried to stop me.  I just walked out to the lawn and lifted off.  I sensed the tracking device someone had tried to put on me and the radar following me.  I defeated both and went up into the ionosphere.  I just hung there. 

"Relic, why do they resist my help?"

"They don't understand you or why you do this.  Man fears what he does not understand.  Also, your appearance seems to be setting attitudes toward you which, while are untrue, do affect your ability to gain trust.  I also think you are being tested."

"I know that, but I decided that this would be the appearance which I would use to fight evil.  They will get used to me in time.  Trust is earned."

"You speak wisely."

I came back down to earth and came back to my poor pit.  I changed to my normal nerd self and walked the short distance home.  I decided to stay away from the attentions of the police and news media for a day or two.  I was only interested in things that threatened life or injury. 

A day later, I sensed an urgent cry for help from the apartment across the street.  I didn't change.  I just came running out and across the street.  There was a drug deal gone bad with an officer held hostage.  These thugs were really going to kill a policeman.  I decided to help.  I ducked around the corner and became Relic.  I came walking up to the command post and quietly asked the captain if I could be of help.

"What the hell?  Who are you?"

"I am Relic."

"Yea, I have heard of you.  Thanks for the help, but I don't think I need you right now.  But for goodness sake, hang around.  Something may come up."

I looked around the crime scene and saw un pleasantries going on in the hostage area.  The thugs were getting ready to give the policeman a drug overdose.  They then planned to say that he administered it to himself.  Bad scene.  I lifted off and flew in the back door of the house.  I quietly went to the officer and picked him up and took him outside.  I felt several bullets hit, but they did no damage.  I took the officer to the command trailer and told the captain that he had free reign.  The hostage was out.

They didn't expect my actions.  But it didn't take long for them to snap back to reality.  They massed an attack to the house and I quietly left.  I slipped around the corner and shifted back to nerd form.

I walked back around the corner and watched from a safe distance while the swat team took out the bad guys. 

The next day, the news papers were proclaiming Relic a hero.  I was the lingerie clad super hero who was saving lives everywhere.  There was even a report about the incident at the white house.  Someone had leaked it to the news media.  They even got the story right.  I was amazed.

The newspapers were reporting that several top agencies were trying to recruit me for special work.  But that the president had condemned my actions as a vigilante.   Someone even leaked that the government had tried to arrest me.  The feds had their hands full with a publicity nightmare.   I just smiled.

"Relic, looks like we are making headway."

"Yes."

Several days later, the newspapers were advertising for Relic to call them and arrange an interview.  Well, It was time and I could not think of a better way to get my message out.

I knew better than to call them on the phone.  So I just changed into Relic and flew to the offices of the newspaper in Atlanta.  I walked into the Atlanta Journal Constitution and stood at the desk of the receptionist.  When she looked up, instant recognition came across her face and she picked up the phone. 

A single man came out to greet me.  Looks like they had planned for this and were treating me with a level of respect.

"Relic, I am the publisher and CEO of this newspaper.  How can I help you?"

"Actually, you placed an ad for me to come here and talk to you."

"We didn't actually expect you to come here.  But we did know about the ad and sponsored it.  We expected that you would go to Washington or New York."

"That is why I am here.  I am fond of Atlanta and here is where I want to be interviewed."

With that, I was directed to an office and was made comfortable.  Instead of sitting, I just floated in mid-air.  I was making a show, and one of the reporters took a picture of me just floating.  They wouldn't believe it was actually me unless I gave them a little show. 

There I was, in six inch platforms, my white stockings and garters, my white bra and the copper bracelets.  I stopped them from taking too many more pictures.  I didn't want a pinup shoot.  I just wanted to give them a basic picture.

Now we were getting ready for the actual interview. 

The very first question was, "why do you call yourself Relic?" 

I decided to answer as if I were the sword.  "I am thousands of years old and in these modern times, I am a Relic."

"Why do you do this?"

"I am an ancient instrument who has been activated for these times."

"But who are you really?"

I was fond of a techie term.  "WYSIWYG, WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET!"

The interview was more like a celebrity interview.  The common questions, I answered.  The more intrusive questions, I ignored.  They were really intrigued with my appearance.  My simple response was truthful.  "I please myself."

The next day, the newspaper had my picture on the front cover.  I was silently thinking "only in America."

So now I was officially introduced to the American public.  I continued to read and expected the reactions to my appearance.  I didn't care.

I now had to consider my work and the interruptions to it that Relic was causing.

"Relic, how can I find a way to become finically stable and do your work to?"

"I have been studying your culture.  I believe you get money for inventions, Right?"

"Yes, but what could you provide in these times?"

"There are arts and methods which have been dead for thousand of years.  I will give you the information and you can make money from them."

"I really don't want to become rich as it would cause problems for us, but to become stable would only require a few little inventions."

"I will be glad to help you and you chose what you want to give to your world."

My brain received several ideas including a method of using magnetics to lift large objects with a minimal power.  If I were going to make money, this would do. 

I sat down and drew the device in my head.  I knew about patents and copyrights.  I decided to file a patient.  I contacted an attorney and placed the packet in his hands.  I knew he would need a working device.  I used the pictures of the device in my head, and assembled the parts I would need.  It took a grand total of 2 days to get a unit working.  I was finished when the attorney called the apartment and wanted to know if I wished to sell the device. 

I thought long and hard.  My purpose was to make a continued income from it.  I wasn't looking for riches.  Just income.  So I asked the question, "How much?"

"one million."

"NO."

The attorney responded "you don't have a working model, so that is all I can get for you if you wish to sell the idea."

"But I now have the working version of the device."

"When can you bring it to us?" 

I instantly knew this guy was trying to cheat me.  "Look, I am going to fire you and get someone else on my side.  I think you are trying to cheat me now."

The guy acted incensed.  But he smelled a buck and relented.  "OK, I'll play along.  What do you want for this device?"

"I want royalties.  I don't want to sell the idea.  I want to license it and get paid for its use."

"No one will do that."

"Thank you for your time.  I want my packet back.  and if you try to play with me, I will sue you."

I hung up on him.  He called right back.  "Look, I am sorry, but I have a client who really wants to buy this device."

"I don't want to sell it to someone who thinks I am stupid and starts playing games.  I wanted you to file the patient.  IF you don't want to work for me, your fired.  I want my materials back."

I hung up on him and called my backup attorney.  I told him what had happened and he immediately applied for a restraining order against the clown.  I did get my materials back, and the second attorney filed the patient like I wanted.  To make a very long story short, I got my patient.  I was contacted by several companies and they signed a contract for the use of my device. 

I now receive 20% of the gross of anything the device brought.  My personal device was installed on my poor old beat-up pickup and it could now fly.

Magnetic energy could now be manipulated.  Just like in the stories of Dick Tracy.  I got a one million dollar advance and I started investing it. 

I was now set up for life. 

I needed a cover so that I wouldn't attract attention.  So, I created an accident and made it look like I would have to take disability.  This would let me stay at home and explain why I didn't have a job.  I could easily live on the money from the invention, and with the disability, no one could suspect anything other than a computer geek who worked at home.  I loved it.

I contracted with an accounting firm to deal with the income and an investment banker to do nothing but make money off the money.  The whole setup took two weeks. 

I continued to listen to the police and military radio frequencies via Relic.

Things were quiet and I was enjoying being female.  I was experimenting with looks and clothing.  I loved the lingerie.  I loved the way it felt and I shifted from design to design to design.  I even experimented with latex.  I loved that too.  So, depending on the situation, I would shift from one kind to another. 

I started hearing emergency calls from aircraft.  There had been a Hijacking.  They thought the jet was headed for the White House.  "AGAIN?"

These terrorist had a fixation on the White House.  I shifted form and took off.  I didn't know what I could do about a jet, but I was going to try.

It wasn't hard to find the jet.  It was at 10,000 feet.  This was good.  I was listening to the hijackers demands.  They were threatening to kill everyone on board.  But the internal voice recorders had given me the true plan.  They were going to head straight for Washington.  I decided to stop the plane or try to get in.

I thought and decided to slice into the door of the aircraft and deal with the hijackers one on one.  There were 3.  They didn't know what had hit them.  I took the door off the hinges and walked right in.  The first hijacker met me at the door and he got a quick flying lesson. 

The second hijacker attacked me and I took his head off with Relic.

The third hijacker was with the pilot.  He killed the co-pilot and turned the gun on the pilot.  "I will kill him if you don't surrender."

I looked into his eyes and found his fear.  These guys didn't like demons.  I shifted form and became the demon of his fears.  I looked at him and told him, "I am about to possess your soul."

The hijacker freaked out.  he started shaking and hit the floor in front of me.  I simply took the gun and shifted back to my Relic form and winked at the pilot who had pissed himself too.  I took the hijacker, of Arabic decent, and tied him to a chair.  I quieted the flight crew and went to check on the stewardesses.  They were shaken but ok. 

I went back to the pilot.

"Look, don't fear me.  I am your friend.  I am Relic."

"I am glad your on our side, instead of theirs."

"Please don't tell anyone what you saw today.  I don't want a bad reputation."

The pilot laughed.  "Don't you know?  You are the hero slut."

I laughed.  "Well, I guess it comes with the costume, huh?"

I heard the pilot talk on the radio.  "United 499 to Regan, Situation under control.  We had some help from Relic."

The radio went nuts.  Pilots were trying to call the aircraft, wanting to know if they were ok.  I decided to go outside and look at the condition of the aircraft.  Only I could.  It was fine except for a gaping hole where Relic had cut the door off.  I came back in the aircraft and came back to the pilot.

"Sorry about your door.  I had to get in quick."

"I would love to see the weapon that cut the door open."

I quietly called Relic and showed the sword to the pilot.  I would not let him hold it, but I let him see the blade.  I had no idea he was an amateur historian.

"My God, that is the oldest sword I have ever seen."

"This is why I am known as Relic."

"I understand.  But why the slut costume?"

"It pleases me."

"What ever floats your boat....."

He went back to flying the aircraft.  We landed at the closest airport, which was Regan.  I quietly left the aircraft once on the tarmac.

I heard the pilot radio the ground traffic controller.  "There goes one hell of a lady."

"Roger that, united."

Continued in Part 3 "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".of Relic