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 3
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction

(Warning, I am using the WTC terrorist attack, 09/11/01, in this chapter.)

The world of 2001 is a dangerous place.  The bad guys look at the forces that oppose them and try to find a way to stop or go around the opposing force.  I was one hell of an opposing force.  I had stopped several of their attacks with vicious force.  They had even heard that I could shape shift.  I could also see into the minds of the attackers.  This was a truly fearful thing.

But that was one man at a time.  The head of the terrorist movement had decided that a multiple tiered attack was the best way to throw me off track or lead me and the US authorities astray.  It would be more difficult to plan, but, better than being defeated by the evil slut whore. 

The cells were controlled by phone and email.  No one knew who the real leader was.  Only the name of the group they all belonged to.

The plan was to create multiple attacks and if I intercepted one, the others would continue.  I was ultimately, just one person. 

I had thought about this and asked Relic about this.  Relic's response was that I could be very fast, but ultimately, I was just one person. 

I didn't have to wait long.  Within just a few days, the attacks came.

The attacks were unannounced and vicious.  An airliner with 150 souls on board had headed off course above the pacific ocean and was hijacked.  A bomb was supposed to be on board.

I promptly went out and airborne to try to stop the act.  I only knew about it as the terrorist made a radio call and announced the fact that they were going to blow the airliner up if their demands were not met.  I quietly approached the aircraft and got up along the cockpit and looked in.  There were the flight crew and a man with some kind of detonation device.  I managed to get the pilot's attention and looked into his eyes.  There, I saw the real plan.  This was a trap.  If I entered the aircraft, they would blow up the plane.  If I did nothing, they were going to crash into an active volcano and cause an eruption in Hawaii.  No matter what I did, the passengers were going to be killed.  

I went to Relic and asked what I should do. 

"I have not revealed to you all the abilities you have.  You don't need to cut your way into the plane.  You can just go through the walls."

I knew instantly what I had to do.  I came in the cargo compartment and found the bathroom.  I entered the bathroom and changed into my nerdy old self.  I opened the bathroom door to find a terrorist looking at me. 

"How did you get back there?"

"I'm sorry, I got sick and went to the bathroom."

"Go to your seat or I will kill you."

I quietly found a seat and waited for more information.  I soon heard the terrorist speak in their own language, telling each other that Relic would soon be here and to be prepared to kill everyone when she was seen.  Thankfully, Relic interpreted what they were saying.

I got one of the terrorist attention and looked into his eyes.  I put images of fear and demons in his poor feeble brain and he freaked out.  He started screaming at the top of his lungs.  He actually killed himself there in front of the passengers. 

One bad guy down.

The other two terrorist were looking out the window of the plane and trying to find me.  I was no where to be seen.  I got the attention of the second terrorist.  I wanted to know where the bomb was.  His mind told me and I left him alone.  He didn't know I was invading his mind. 

The bombs were in the cargo compartment.  There were 7 red duffle bags.  Together the bombs were big enough to start a volcano to erupt.  They didn't want to blow up the plane prematurely, they wanted to cause an eruption.  The bombs were to only be exploded early if Relic appeared.

I quietly slipped from my seat back to the bathroom.  I went through the bulkhead and found the damn devices and figured them out.  I turned off the remote control and unplugged the explosives on all 7.  They were simple devices as I had 30 years of electronic experience.   

The only thing now was to prevent the killing of innocents on the plane.

I transformed into Relic.  There, in all my glory, I decided to be very bold with these assholes.  I wore very thick high heeled platform boots with spikes all over them.  I was in Black latex stockings, with spikes at the tops of the garters.  The black latex panty had a ring of 2 inch spikes around the waist.  The Bra was studded in 2 inch spikes.  My arms were covered in black latex with spikes all up and down.  The fingers of the gloves were opened and there, my fingernails were long and sharp as razors.  I wore a latex hood covered with spikes, and my eyes were ringed with latex and covered with spikes.  My neck was covered with a heavy latex, and covered in razor sharp spikes.  I was a walking porcupine.

I drew Relic and made my way up the aisle.  I heard hushes and gasps, but no one spoke.  The flight attendant took one look at me moving toward the cockpit and fainted.  There, I mimicked the voice of one of the terrorist and in Arabic, asked to open the cockpit door. 

The shock of my appearance momentarily stunned the terrorist in the cockpit.  He had the detonation device in his hand.  He had a speech prepared for me.

"Evil one, You have killed all the people on this plane.  We exist to rid the world of your kind.  Whores like you are an abomination and will die at our hands."

At the end of that spiel, he hit the button.  Nothing happened. 

"Oops, looks like someone didn't make their device very well."

He started screaming and I caught him just as he was about to kill the pilot.  I got the gun away from him and I looked into his eyes.  I saw the thing I feared most. 

This was a diversion.  There were other planes in the air, about to kill innocents.  I could not get to them in time.  I was angry.  I looked at the pilot.  "Does he live or die?  You tell me now."

The pilot had seen his co pilot killed and he gave me a look.  He raised his hand and gave me the "thumbs down" symbol.  I looked into the eyes of the terrorist and started slowly inducing pain.  I lead him out of the cockpit and there in front of the passengers and crew, continued to increase the pain until he began to beg for forgiveness. 

I held the pain, but didn't increase it.  "You have killed innocent people.  You have planned the destruction of many buildings and planes.  What gives you the right to live?'

He didn't answer.  But I looked into the twisted mind and saw hate.  I saw that he regarded us as dogs.  I was the evil whore slut, who's actions and dress was of Satan.  Nothing could be done with this one.  I lifted him into the air just outside the cockpit and exploded his insides.  I let him die slowly.  There on the floor, he screamed in agony. 

I turned to the passengers.  "I am truly sorry that you had to see that.  But if I get my hands on the others, they will have similar fates.  Even now, there are more terrorist and more destruction.  I am unable to stop all of it.  I am only one person.  But, when I find them, they will die."

A loud cheer rose up among the passengers.  I walked out the door of the airplane and flew to the position of the next hijacking. 

Just as I left, I heard the pilot radio in.  "Mayday, Mayday.  This is American 75 to anyone.  There are multiple hijackings taking place now.  Relic was just here and stopped 3 terrorist from putting us in a volcano.  Relic can't stop them all.  BEWARE,  There are believed to be 5 jets hijacked and all headed for targets."

The pilot continued to repeat the message.  Finally Hawaii answered and relayed that they would pass the message on.  I discontinued listening to them and tried to listen to other radio traffic.  There was nothing unusual. 

Then,

Everything went crazy. 

There was an interrupted cry for help from another airliner.  The message was that there was a hijacking.  I listened and identified the jet in question.

The terrorist had several passengers by the throat.  We were above Pennsylvania.  There, I watched a group of passengers rush the terrorist and force their way into the cockpit.  The pilot was killed, but so was the terrorist.  Just as the passengers entered the cockpit, the pilot pushed down on the controls and the jet went nose down.  I could not stop what was happening.  I could only watch.  There was just no time.  I felt the emotion of those on board.  I felt the pain.  I felt the fear.  But, I also felt the bravery and pride the passengers had of stopping something even worse.  The whole thing took 30 seconds.  I watched as the aircraft headed down. 

Just before, I had managed to look into the eyes of one of the hijackers.  He saw me outside the plane.  I instantly knew there was more trouble.  I had to get there quickly.  I didn't have time to help these brave people.

I turned and went to the other aircraft.  It was on its way to the capitol.  I got in, in time.  I made my way to the cockpit like a bullet and got the terrorist.  He only had a box cutter knife.  He only lived a microsecond after I exploded his brain. 

The pilot was dead.  The plane was on autopilot.  I came out and immediately killed the other 4 terrorist.  I killed them quickly and quietly.  I got a bit caught up and had shed blood and created a mess. 

I picked up the microphone from a dead flight attendant and asked the passengers if anyone had any experience as a pilot?

Luckily, two people had twin engine experience.  No one had been trained on a 757, but, it was better than nothing. 

I spoke to the passengers.

"Today, you folk are very lucky.  There are other aircraft flying out there waiting to fly into targets.  I don't know where they are.  Please help each other while these two try to get this plane down on the ground.  I can't stay, so take care."

I flew off, leaving the fate of the passengers in the hands of two general aviation pilots. 

I didn't get to the Pentagon in time.  Only a few minutes later, I had heard the bad news.  New York had been hit and many many people were dead.  I was fast, but not that fast.  I was angry and sad and my emotions were overflowing.  I flew up.  Straight up.  I left the atmosphere.  I was in space.

I looked down, and let all my emotion pour out of me.  I couldn't go back until I had drained myself of my rage and anger.  In my state, I could not think.  So the only thing I could do was to go away from everyone. 

I hung there, above the earth, in the bright sun, shaking in anger.  Then I started to calm down and think. 

These idiots were trying to get me to react and not respond.  They wanted me away from the US.  They wanted to draw me far away while they continued the terrorist attacks.  They wanted to draw me into rescue and aid.  Then they would continue more attacks. 

Then, the FAA put out the call for all aircraft to land.  Find the nearest airport and set down.  Everyone was ordered out of the air. 

I started looking for other threats.  I asked Relic if there were ways to find the  others in the groups.  I was brought back to the thoughts of one of the terrorist I had killed.  I remembered what I saw.  There, I saw the cells and the support structures.

I headed to Boston.  There, I found one of them in a hotel room.  He had been watching the news and talking on a cell phone.  I entered the room and he screamed "AAAHHHHHEEEEEE!"

I got the eye contact I needed and saw the plan.  There were trucks loaded with explosive chemicals and fertilizer.  I knew where their targets were.  You can bet this one died a most painful death. 

I quietly got to each of the terrorist and removed them from their rigs.  It only took about 5 minutes each.  There were only 4, but the targets were big. 

The terrorist drivers were terrified of me.  But I had not looked at myself.  After I had quietly killed each of them, I went back home.  I wanted to see how bad I actually looked.  There, in the mirror, my face, spikes, hands and body were covered in blood.  I had not realized just how much blood I had shed that day.  I didn't stop the carnage, but I had reduced it. 

I didn't want anyone to publicize my actions today.  I asked Relic if there was a way for the news to not be about me today? 

Relic responded with a very amazing thing.  "I know you are not proud of what you had to do today.  You were surprisingly good at stopping the hoard today.  Without your knowledge, I quietly left a subliminal message with everyone of the passengers and crews you helped.  No one will tell anyone what you did today.  They will remember, but believe they are helping you by keeping silent about your actions.  Only one or two pilots will tell the authorities what you did and that you asked to keep it secret.  You will be asked by the federal authorities about this later, but for now, you are a quiet hero."

"I am glad you did that.  I didn’t have time to think about it.  What about the radio call from that Pilot?"

"I know you now and this could not be stopped in time.  I believed that you wanted to keep publicity down.  I cannot stop what happened, but the reports will be sketchy and will be reduced to rumor."

I shifted form and headed for the bath.  I felt particularly dirty today. I had much to think about and the blood of humans, no matter how low, on my hands.

My nerdy self as Relic's imaginary helper. 

I had to come up with a way to hide my actions and still be able to provide a contact for the feds to contact Relic when they needed to.  I came up with the solution.  I would use my real self as the contact and let the feds guess.

I made the call.  I called the FBI and identified myself.  I got a polite agent who was interested in my story.  I also told him that I was a computer expert and knew a lot about surveillance.

The next day, a pair of agents, both very tall men, came to my apartment and started the intimidation technique. 

"We will arrest you and charge you with multiple counts of aiding and abetting vigilante activity." 

I just laughed.  "Go ahead and arrest me.  I am just a contact.  I occasionally help Relic with computer searches.  She doesn’t know much about technology." 

They were just bluffing.  I knew it too. 

They saw I was no fool and then tried the good cop, bad cop routine.  I busted that bubble too.  I just told them that I was to be a communications portal and that if they wanted to talk to Relic, they should call me.  I then told them to go and when they decided to be nicer, I could get a bit more cooperative.  They again threatened me with arrest.  I laughed again and said, "GO AHEAD".

I looked into the eyes of both of them.  They were just playing games.  They had no intention of arrest, just intimidation.  They were going to wiretap me and set up surveillance.  I decided to bust that bubble too.

"Just so you know, I don't think you will be able to gain any information by putting surveillance outside my home, and wiretapping my phones and computer traffic will be painfully boring to your stooges.  I have a way to contact Relic that you just won't be able to follow.

Relic gave me an internal idea.  It told me quietly that I could make a vision of Relic visible to the feds.  I loved it. 

Relic came in the room where the agents were.  The agents were shocked, but remained very still.  They knew Relic was not a murderer, but would defend herself if threatened.

"You are trying to intimidate my assistant.  I will not tolerate that action.  If you wish to contact me directly, you must use him."

She pointed to me and smiled.  She turned and left the room.  She was gone.

The agents scrambled out the door and went around the apartment.  I just laughed again.

They came back in and gave me a business card.  "If you have more to tell us, please call."  They turned and left.  So much for being cooperative.

Well for the moment, I had established a way to contact Relic.  Would they use it?

I was really upset about the twin towers being destroyed and the pentagon being damaged.  I could do nothing for the people who were trapped.  I could not save anyone who was not already out.  I didn't even go to the site.  But, I was keeping up with what was going on.  I had a few terrorist to round up and teach lessons to. 

Continued in Part 4 "The Relic Irregulars" of Relic