(This fanfiction is based on the charming tv series from the 1970s, Electra Woman & Dyna Girl)
Chapter 1: Lori’s Secret
As Lori and
Judy enjoyed their breakfast, discussing their magazine projects, Judy turned
to Lori with a playful smile and said, “Wouldn't it be great if we could take a
vacation together? How about Hawaii? Just imagine lounging on the beach and
soaking in those stunning sunsets.” Lori chuckled and shook her head.
"Judy, crime never takes a vacation," she quipped before finishing
her coffee. Judy let out a sigh, "We need a break though," she
complained, resting her head on the table in defeat. She glanced up at Lori,
who was amused by her friend's dramatics. Judy let out a sigh and remarked,
"I suppose it's time for us to go to work." Lori chuckled and teased,
"Alright Judy, maybe we can sneak in a quick getaway eventually,"
offering Judy a glimmer of hope. Judy placed her mug on the counter and walked
over to Lori, embracing her and planting a kiss on her cheek. Leaving the
kitchen behind, she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up and apply her
makeup.
Lori took a moment to admire the happy face mug that Judy had gifted her for her birthday the previous year. A soft smile shadowed her face. She stood up and put it on the counter. Lori and Judy were on their way to work, and Judy was chatting non-stop about various topics. It was clear that she was always excited to kick off the new day. Lori appreciated that quality in her close friend. Lori and Judy became roommates when Judy turned 20, and despite 5 years having passed since that day, they are still good friends. They look over each other, especially since they are into the vigilante hero scene. Judy, who is now 25, learned journalism basics from Lori, who is 30 and has a wealth of experience in the field. Both are employed at Newsmaker Magazine. Judy receives assignments involving articles about dating and relationships, while Lori covers current events. No one, not even their families, know that this duo are crime-fighting heroes. Frank, Lori's uncle and a scientist, whips up all sorts of high-tech gadgets for Lori and Judy to help them take on the bad guys. His advanced computer keeps him updated on where and when crimes are happening. So, how did these women turn into vigilantes?
It all started six years ago when Lori was deep into a magazine assignment, chasing a story she was passionate about. After wrapping up her interview, she made her way back to her car parked in the dimly lit parking structure. Unbeknownst to her, a man was trailing her every step. He was of average build, with short brown hair and striking blue eyes, dressed in faded jeans, a well-worn black T-shirt, and a brown leather jacket that had seen better days. This man had been following her for a while now, completely unnoticed. Lori, a 24-year-old who had just started her job at Newsmaker Magazine, lived alone in a cozy one-bedroom apartment in Pasadena. As she was leaving, the man approached her, asking for a lift to the gas station. Although she felt a twinge of uncertainty, she ultimately decided to help him out and agreed to drive him to the nearby Quik-Shell gas station. “I appreciate the ride, but I don't want to inconvenience you," he mentioned as he settled into the passenger seat. After buckling up, Lori drove towards the gas station, they did not converse much, however he suddenly mentioned, “Maybe you don’t have to drop me off here. I think I should just head straight home.” Lori's expression became concerned as she glanced at him, sensing something was off. He led her towards his home, but it turns out he lives several blocks away from her, she found it strange. She dropped him off two streets down and drove home, glancing at the rearview mirror to see him standing on the sidewalk, watching her car as she drove away. Lori arrived at the apartment complex where she lives. Her apartment is located on the lower level, it comes with a small outdoor patio. She settled in and boiled some hot water for chamomile tea. The tea kettle whistled, indicating that the water was ready. She grabbed a small box filled with tea bags and put one in her mug. As she casually settled down on the sofa and sipped her tea, she watched television until 10pm. It was a long day for her, so she decided to turn in for the night. She set her mug on the counter as she has done many times after drinking her favorite tea. A sigh escaped her lips before she retired for the night. Unbeknownst to her, a mysterious figure lingered in the shadows, with malevolent motives, observing her from outside the window. Despite the thick curtains, a small opening allowed him to gaze inside, unnoticed. The darkness enveloped him as he skillfully manipulated the lock with his tools, ensuring that no one would notice his clandestine activities. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he slipped inside, careful to avoid any noise that might give him away. It was 12 midnight; Lori was sound asleep when suddenly someone cupped her mouth with their hand. She jumped with a start. The room was dark except for the dim light of the streetlights, coming through the slit of the blinds in her room. The weight of the man bore down on her, trapping her in place. Panic surged through her as she struggled to free herself, but his grip was unyielding. "Stop fighting me bitch,” he growled, striking her with a cruel force. Her cries were met with a brutal slap, causing her to nearly lose consciousness. In her vulnerable state, he seized the opportunity to restrain her wrist with his belt against the cold iron bars or the headboard of her bed. His hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries with a handkerchief. He grabbed masking tape from his jacket pocket and swiftly silenced her with the tape. Terror gripped her as the thought raced through her mind, “This can’t be happening to me!” The dread of the impending assault loomed over her, crushing her spirit. He slowly unfastened his pants, gently raised her nightgown, and slid her underwear down. With a pulse of desire, he unveiled his eager arousal and pressed into her warmth. She was raped for three agonizing hours, her willpower fading until she finally slipped into darkness. She hardly realized when her attacker left, leaving her bound, but strangely, he took the tape off her mouth. Hurt and frail, she unfastened the belt from the cold bed frame that bound her wrist, inching her way to the bed's edge. As she attempted to stand and reach the door, her legs betrayed her, sending her crashing to the floor.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. With a heavy heart, she crawled to the nightstand, desperately grasping for the phone to call her uncle Frank. She really should've called the police, but what she wanted was someone she recognized, someone she could trust—family. Since her parents split up, her mom had been absent, living in Europe with her boyfriend. When it came to her dad, she felt too embarrassed about the whole situation to even mention it to him. Perhaps he would have been there for support, but she knew darn well that his only solace was at the bottom of a bottle. Besides, he lives in San Francisco, so she didn’t want to bother him. Lori chose to reach out to her uncle, her mom's younger brother, who had supported her during her parents' divorce. He played a crucial role in helping her cope while her father struggled with depression and neglect. He was once employed in high-tech gadgetry for a private company, he now found himself unemployed after a recent layoff. When he arrived at her apartment, she shared what had happened to her, prompting a shocked response. “No,” he urged, "Lori, it's crucial that you reach out to the police," he insisted. She nodded in agreement, and with his encouragement, she dialed the authorities, who soon arrived at the apartment complex. Unfortunately, her neighbors caught wind of the situation and began to murmur among themselves, expressing their sympathy for her plight. Despite feeling a wave of embarrassment, Lori tried her best to recount the events to the officers. Meanwhile, her uncle was furious about the entire incident. “Uncle Frank, I need to go to the hospital, can you come with me?" she pleaded. He agreed, and they headed to the hospital together. Following a painful and humiliating experience of sharing her story with the police, Frank suggested she stay at his place for the night. "It's better than being alone in your apartment,” he said. Lori agreed and requested her uncle to gather some clothes from her room and pack them into a suitcase. Over the following months, she immersed herself in yoga and meditation, becoming part of a support group for women who have faced assault, where they openly shared their experiences and emotions. This therapeutic approach was recommended by her employer. But what Lori wanted was revenge; to help the authorities apprehend her rapist. A month later, she stepped back into her empty apartment, the silence echoing her uncle's solitary existence. He had chosen to live alone, never marrying, yet his life was filled with fleeting romances. As he faced the impending absence of his niece, a sense of loss washed over him, and he pleaded for her to stay. But she knew she had to confront her own shadows and attempt to move forward, leaving behind the warmth and security of his home. Lori entered her apartment, a sigh escaping her lips as she acknowledged the mess that awaited her. "I suppose cleaning is in order," she murmured softly. Yet, she deliberately bypassed her room, shutting the door firmly behind her, never to return.
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(Chapter 2 is available )
