Chapter 5: Aleena’s Plight

 

Aleena roamed through the maze for what felt like days, navigating its twists and turns with no end in sight. She was incredibly thankful for the backpack she found, as it offered a place to store any essentials she might come across. Along the way, she discovered another crate filled with almond water, but unfortunately, there were no energy bars to be found. With a deep breath, she pressed on, feeling the weight of her surroundings. She suspected that the food she had discovered could be her sole sustenance in this nightmarish Hell. As she moved forward, she noticed a door that stood out, lacking the usual neon red "Exit" sign above it. Taking a moment to gather herself, she prepared to approach it. "Should I go in?" she pondered. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded to herself, setting her backpack down at her feet. She unzipped it and pulled out the knife. It is a substantial blade, and although the handle showed signs of wear, it remained a formidable weapon. Earlier, she had heard something eerie, and unnatural. Deep down, she understood that any noise she makes would likely draw whatever it was toward her. 

She isn't hesitant to wield a knife, but she often wishes she owned a handgun. Her father, a military veteran, taught her the basics of using a firearm, yet she has always been reluctant to purchase one for her own safety. She swung the door open and stepped into a sprawling, vacant warehouse. It was a chilly and musty environment. The atmosphere of her new environment sent a wave of unease through her. She turned quickly, only to discover that the door had vanished. This revelation didn’t shock her; she had encountered similar strange happenings before in the yellow maze. 

She pondered, "I wonder if this place will change and shift as well," recalling how the walls in the yellow labyrinth would transform. She moved a few steps ahead, her heart pounding and fear evident in her eyes. With a tight grip on the knife, she pushed further into the eerie environment that awaited her. She observed a peculiar mist hovering near the concrete floor of the vast, empty space, unsure if it was a warehouse or an underground parking lot, perhaps it was a mix of both. As she moved forward, a foul odor filled the air, and a chill wrapped around her. She regrets not bringing a jacket or something similar. “As if I could have predicted I’d end up here,” she chuckled quietly to herself. Odd, dark puddles are dotted around the place. She paused a short distance from one of them.

She pondered, "I wonder if that water is real," and stepped a bit closer. While gazing into the puddle, a grey, claw-like hand suddenly shot out and grabbed her hair. Startled, she screamed and lunged at the hand with her knife. A loud wail echoed from deep within the puddle. 

The monstrous hand released her hair, and she quickly sprang to her feet, dashing away in the opposite direction. A quick look over her shoulder revealed a terrifying creature, towering at around 7 feet with grey, grotesque skin, relentlessly pursuing her. It seemed to have emerged from the puddle—or perhaps it was the puddle itself, transformed into this nightmarish being that was now in fierce pursuit. Dashing from one room to another and racing down the hallways, Aleena felt her hope dwindling. Her heart pounded in her chest, and as she veered into yet another corridor, she looked back to find that the creature had mysteriously stopped chasing her. 

 She eased her pace until she finally halted. Leaning against the concrete wall, tears began to roll down her face. "No, I won't give up," she gasped for air. "I will find a way out." She continued onward and spotted three wooden crates—two piled on top of each other and one positioned beside them. Hurrying over, she attempted to lift the lid of one crate. It suddenly toppled open, causing her to gasp as she quickly glanced around, anxious that another Eldritch creature might have been alerted by the noise.

 She rummaged through the crate and discovered three bottles of almond water and two energy bars. At the bottom, she came across a white T-shirt, stained and it smelled a bit, but it is still usable, along with an olive-green Bomber jacket that has a pin at the front. The jacket is a bit dirty, yet acceptable to wear. She put on the jacket and shoved the t-shirt into her backpack. With a heavy sigh, she pressed on. After what felt like an eternity of roaming through the hallways and stark concrete rooms, she stumbled upon a corridor lined with metal doors. She tried opening a few but to no success.  The doors were painted a bright blue and as she walked down the lengthy hallway, she spotted puddles here and there. She stopped for a second, her forehead creased with concern, a worried expression crossing her face as she let out a sigh. She looked up and noticed some water dripping from the ceiling. “I have to tread lightly,” she mused. As she moved with caution, she noticed a door that was slightly ajar. Out of nowhere, a low, menacing growl emanated from behind it, causing her to freeze in place. Her heart pounded in her chest, beads of sweat formed on her brow, and she gripped the knife tightly in her hand. A strange and grotesque creature gradually emerged from behind the door, its pale white eyes glinting beneath tangled hair. She took a cautious step back. 

As the creature came into full sight, she gasped, her eyes widening in shock and her mouth agape. It resembled a dog yet possessed some distinctly human traits. Its mane was a tangled mass of black hair, filthy and unkempt. The limbs were slender yet powerful, ending in sharp, claw-like appendages. Its skin was ghostly white, and its claws resembled dirty brown toenails. As it crept nearer to her, it moved in a way that mimicked a human crawl, yet its hind legs were bent in a manner that gave it a distinctly canine appearance. Its empty gaze makes it seem blind, but she has a feeling it can see just fine in the dark. 

Rows of sharp teeth adorned its large maw. When it opened it, a strange hiss sounded, it was then when Aleena dashed away, but the otherworldly beast was right on her heels. Terror gripped her as she heard its heavy footsteps thundering just behind her. Despite wielding a large knife, she sensed that it wouldn't be enough to bring it down. Each breath felt like it could be her final one. As she rounded a corner, she spotted graffiti on the wall that read, “Find Him.”  

“I can’t afford to waste time thinking; I need to locate a door quickly,” she thought to herself. Her excitement surged as she spotted a door marked with the word Exit. Eager for it to truly be an escape, she quickened her pace and nearly collided with the door. To her relief, she swung it open and swiftly shut it behind her. Her heart raced wildly in her chest.

Wow," she murmured. As she glanced around, she realized she was in a completely different location. Pipes were releasing steam, and the air felt warm. She got to her feet slowly and turned to find that the door had disappeared, replaced by a solid wall. She removed her jacket and shoved it into her backpack. As she navigated the seemingly endless underground tunnels lined with rusty pipes, hot steam billowed out from them, she rubbed her eyes, smudging her makeup in the process.

She paused and placed her backpack on the ground. "It's too hot,” she remarked and unbuttoned her shirt, removed it, and used her knife to tear off the sleeves. The result was a makeshift sleeveless top that had a slightly rough appearance. 

Up to this point, she hasn't encountered any creatures, but from afar, she hears a scratching sound followed by an eerie moan. With a furrowed brow, she contemplates what other beings might be lurking nearby. Continuing on her path, she picks up her pace to a trot, carefully sidestepping the steam billowing from the pipes. Aleena feels the pangs of hunger creeping in, and while she has two bottles of almond water stashed in her backpack, she’s reluctant to drink them too quickly. She knows she needs to locate more supplies soon. 

“This is Hell,” she thought to herself. As she rounded a corner, she spotted a message scrawled in red spray paint: "Run!" Without a second thought, she glanced back and saw a long-armed, grey-skinned creature sprinting towards her. With its razor-sharp claws and a wide mouth brimming with jagged teeth, it was a terrifying sight. She let out a scream and sprinted away with all her might.

 

Chapter 6 Into the Suburbs

Chapter 4: Finding Food

 

Aleena's journey through the bewildering maze is wearing her down. Her supply of almond water is nearly depleted, her stomach cries out for nourishment, and the absence of mirrors in this nightmarish environment leaves her unable to assess her appearance. She suspects her face has become weathered and that she's shed some pounds. Eventually, she came across a room featuring a tiny kitchen, tucked away in a corner. As she drew closer, she scrutinized the counter and sink with a wary gaze, noting every detail. The surfaces were a mix of yellow and white. Her attention was caught by the steady drip of water from the faucet. Although she felt a strong urge to take a sip, her instincts warned her that it could be a dangerous choice. She rummaged through the cupboards and discovered a single box of energy bars.

The label read: Good for You.  

"What?" she murmured under her breath. She ripped open the packaging and took a tiny bite. To her surprise, it had the same flavor as an ordinary energy bar. Once she finished the whole bar, a wave of energy washed over her.

She thought to herself, "Wow, I’m not tired anymore," as she grabbed three energy bars. With renewed energy, she kept walking, looking for the exit. It hit her that she would eventually need something to carry items she might find along the way. She moved cautiously through the yellow rooms and corridors, heading towards a door. When she opened it, she stepped into an office that was largely unoccupied. Unlike the yellow area that had enveloped her before, this space resembled typical offices, but they were all empty. 

She cautiously walked the hallways, peeking into several office rooms along the way. In one of them, she discovered a black and white backpack. Inside, she found a sizable knife with a dry peculiar residue on the blade and a neatly folded piece of paper. With care, she unfolded it and began to read.

To whom it may concern, may the contents in this backpack serve you well. Follow the exits but don’t open the red door. Stay safe and may God be with you. 

Aleena swallowed hard, pondering the fate of the backpack's owner. She grabbed the energy bars and tucked them inside. With a firm motion, she slung the backpack over her shoulder and pressed on with her exploration of the office. As she rounded a corner, she noticed the words "The Backrooms" hastily scrawled on the wall in red spray paint. 

"What are the Backrooms?” she mused, a sense of confusion washing over her. As she surveyed her surroundings, an unsettling and ominous feeling began to settle in.  "Where am I?" she whispered to herself. 

Chapter 5

Chapter 3: Which Way?

 

Aleena's legs feel as though they are weighed down by lead, and the fatigue is dragging her further down. She knows that if she stops, even for a moment, the maze will change, potentially leading her to a place she dreads. With a resigned breath, she continues her journey.

 "Where am I?" she pondered aloud. As she turned another corner, she found herself in a hallway that revealed an extraordinary sight.

"This can't be real," she whispered, her gaze fixed on a pool situated right in the center of the corridor. As she navigated the perplexing non-Euclidean maze, its very presence left her questioning its purpose. The hallway stretched endlessly before her, and when she glanced back, she was taken aback by the shifting walls that altered her surroundings. "What the hell," she whispered, contemplating her options to either forge ahead or retreat. Opting to go back, she turned a corner and unexpectedly entered a grand room filled with towering columns, the maze itself a riddle. With a heavy sigh, she admitted, "I have no idea where I’m going." After what felt like an interminable journey, she spotted a wooden crate in the distance, its lid slightly ajar. With considerable effort, she managed to open it, and as it fell to the side, an unsettling feeling washed over her, as if unseen eyes were watching her. She peered into the crate and discovered a collection of bottles.

“Almond water,” she mused, examining the liquid as she grasped the bottle.

The bottle was reminiscent of a Snapple tea bottle, featuring a straightforward front label that read "almond water," with no details on the back. She reflected on her growing thirst.

 "Well, here goes nothing," she remarked as she unscrewed the cap. The liquid flowed smoothly down her throat and its gentle sweetness delightful. She felt lucky that peanuts didn’t trigger her allergies; otherwise, she would be in a dangerous situation. After finishing the bottle, she decided to pick up another for her journey. Following a brief pause, she continued navigating the seemingly endless maze, hoping that she would find someone who can help her.

Chapter 4

Chapter 2: Eli Marsh

 

Eli Marsh stood at the sink, scrubbing his hands as he directed his guard to find his son and girlfriend mingling where the booths were at the Comic Con. Commitment was never Eli's strong suit; he shied away from the responsibilities of a devoted husband but despite having had four wives and a multitude of children, his vast fortune enabled him to shower his kids with extravagant gifts and a lifestyle that many could only fantasize about. His bodyguard looked at him with a furrowed brow, "Are you really going to be okay, sir?" Eli flashed a smirk and replied, "Yessss," rolling his eyes for emphasis.

"I'll just put on my sunglasses, and nobody will recognize me," he joked. The bodyguard sighed, shaking his head as he stepped out of the restroom. Eli finished washing his hands, looking at his reflection in the restroom mirror, he donned a black baseball cap and slid on his sunglasses before stepping outside. He looked sharp in his sleek black blazer, a white button-up shirt and jeans. After a moment's thought, he removed his cap and placed it on a nearby trash bin. He chuckled to himself, pondering how wearing a cap seemed a bit excessive. His shades had a soft brown tint to them, giving people a sneak peek at his gorgeous, alluring hazel eyes. As he strolled down the hallway, something caught his attention—a peculiar yellow door that stood out. 

There was something captivating about it, as if it were inviting him, urging him to open it. He felt a tingling sensation at the nape of his neck, a shiver coursing through him. An extraordinary moment was on the horizon, one that would alter the course of his life forever. When he swung the door open, he stumbled and found himself face down on a carpeted floor. 

"What just happened?" he wondered, feeling slightly disoriented as he pushed himself upright. Rubbing his eyes, he spotted his sunglasses nearby and glanced around, realizing he was in an oddly unsettling yellow room that felt liminal in some way.

  "Hello?" he shouted, but the silence was deafening. Swallowing hard, he began to walk, each turn revealing yet another room that mirrored the last.

"Is anyone here?" he called out, his voice trailing off into the stillness. The incessant hum of the fluorescent lights above added to his unease, and a frown creased his brow. As he wandered through the labyrinth of vacant rooms and corridors, it occurred to him that this might be an odd Halloween maze, perhaps designed for a party and yet not quite finished. But the absence of typical festive figures and the fact that it was far from Halloween left him puzzled about the true nature of the place.

"Can someone help me?" he yelled again, his voice tinged with desperation. Standing in the middle of a spacious room with his hands on his hips, frustration was evident on his face as he let out a deep sigh. Just then, he heard a noise that didn’t seem human. Taking a deep breath, he chose to move away from the sound, quickening his pace as a chilling screech echoed behind him. He dashed down a corridor and entered another vast, empty room. He noticed a message hastily painted in red on the wall: “Exit,” accompanied by an arrow indicating the way. Compelled by curiosity, he chose to pursue it. The building's non-Euclidean architecture sent a shiver down his spine; everything felt unsettlingly askew.

 Chapter 3: Which Way?

 The BOOK

Maze from Hell

The Maze From Hell: Chapter 1- The Peasant Girl

 

On a summer’s day, Aleena, a 21-year-old woman, made plans to attend Comic-Con with two of her friends. Unbeknownst to her, an unforeseen and perilous adventure awaited, plunging her into a surreal realm where logic is turned upside down and escaping seemed nearly impossible. While trapped in the maze from Hell, she will encounter an unexpected ally, and together they must navigate through the infamous Backrooms to stay alive.

(This is an original story. This story has been made into a book with a similar name. The Maze from Hell)

Chapter 1: The Peasant Girl

Aleena strolled along the shoreline, basking in the warmth of the summer afternoon. The invigorating salty breeze danced through her long, naturally wavy dark auburn hair, adding to the bliss of the moment. She sported a set of denim shorts matched with a relaxed white cotton blouse featuring charming floral embroidery, finished off with brown sandals. As she took the white polka-dot scrunchie off her wrist, she swept her hair back into a casual ponytail. Her friends were busy with their own commitments and couldn’t join her at the beach, but she yearned for a peaceful escape anyways. She sought to find her inner calm while reflecting on the exciting adventures that awaited her this Summer.

“The Comic-Con is set to take place in San Diego this summer, which is exciting, can’t wait to go. The rest of the summer days will be carefree and peaceful.,” she mused. While the summer would certainly be peaceful and a great time to hang out with her friends, she remains unaware that her life is about to change forever. She exhaled deeply, taking in the sight of people relishing their summer afternoon. After an hour of enjoying herself at the beach, she made her way back to her car and drove home.  Later, her friends Liz and Tiki arrived, and they spent time together, chatting and watching TV.  

“Are we going to Comic-Con this year?” Tiki asked.  

“Yep, let’s make plans for a two-day adventure there,” Aleena suggested. 

Aleena and her friends chatted about their summer plans, and once they departed, the family relaxed for the evening. At 21, she was still living at home, a situation that was becoming increasingly common as rising living costs made it tough for typical college students to afford their own places. She was indifferent to the situation; living at home allowed her to save significantly more than if she were shelling out $2,000 in rent. Even if she and her friends decided to share an apartment, the overall expenses would still be too high for their budgets. A few weeks later, Aleena and her friends went to the Comic-Con. 

“Wow, I can’t believe we’re here,” Tiki giggled, she’s clearly giddy over the trip.  “Do you think we’ll see anyone famous here?” Liz asked, as her eye greenish brown almond shaped eyes scan the large room, filled with people.  “I’m sure we will, let’s check out the booths,” Aleena said. The trio enjoyed themselves and met like-minded individuals. 

As the day started to wind down, Aleena and her friends decided to hit up a McDonald’s close by. “Once we’re back, I really want to check out that booth and grab some handmade Doctor Who magnets,” Liz mentioned. She’s been a huge fan of the show for ages, especially when it comes to David Tennant.

Aleena said, "Sure, but I need to head back to the hotel to change into my jeans and a long-sleeved shirt."  

"Same here," Tiki added.  

Liz replied, a bit let down, "Alright then." The three of them returned to the hotel room to switch into their evening outfits. Aleena opted for a white button-up shirt, an olive suede vest, and jeans. Liz sported a red denim jacket, a white tee, and black jeans and Tiki threw on her teal green sweater and a pair of jeans. 

Meanwhile, Liz was in the bathroom, brushing her long dark blonde hair and applying some peachy lipstick. Tiki knocked on the door and asked, “Are you almost done?” She really needed to use the bathroom.

Liz sighed dramatically and said, “yesss.” She walked out as Tiki hurried inside. Tikki also readied herself, fluffing up her curly black hair, she powdered her mocha-colored skin and checked her eyeliner. After checking out her reflection, she gave herself a nod and walked out.

Eventually, the trio made their way back to Comic-Con. As they strolled through the bustling aisles, exploring booths and soaking in the atmosphere, Liz suddenly froze.

“No way,” she silently exclaimed, gesturing towards a room where a Doctor Who panel was, and likely David Tennant is there. They walked in and she saw him sitting alongside fellow actors.

She gazed at Aleena, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and Aleena playfully rolled her eyes before giving a nod.

 “Alright, let’s do this.” They settled into seats at the back, but Liz was unfazed; all she wanted was to catch a glimpse of David Tennant.

“Tiki, I need to hit the restroom. I’ll be right back,” Aleena said, making her way out. 

Tiki acknowledged her with a nod before refocusing on the panel. After 45 minutes had passed, Liz and Tiki exited the room and started looking for Aleena.

"Do you think she could be back at the hotel?" Tiki asked, scanning the area.

 "I'll give her a call," Liz replied, but there was silence on the other end. Tiki sent a text to Aleena, but it didn’t go through, leaving them both exchanging worried glances.

A frown creased Liz's forehead as she shrugged and said, "I have no idea." They paused and leaned against a wall, scanning the crowd of people, but Aleena was nowhere in sight.

Tiki suggested, “Perhaps she went back to the Doctor Who panel room. She might’ve thought we were still there.” 

Liz looked confused, “It’s hard to believe she’d just vanish, so she must be nearby. We’ll need to search for her,” she said, taking Tiki’s hand. “Let’s get moving.” 

They wandered through the area, checking nearly every corner before making their way to the restrooms. Tiki remarked, "I doubt she's still around here." After searching the restroom without success, they were heading out when they almost collided with Eli Marsh. He was clad in a sharp black suit, his dark hair neatly slicked back. Liz's voice faded as she recognized him. "Oh my gosh," she exclaimed, her breath catching.

"It's Eli Marsh, the wealthiest man on the planet!" She mused, as she glanced over at Tiki, who mirrored her astonishment with wide eyes.

"Pardon me, ladies," he said with a charming smile as he made his way to the restrooms, with a bodyguard trailing behind him.

“He must be his bodyguard," Tiki murmured as they observed him vanish around the corner. They resumed their search through the crowd of people, eager to locate Aleena. Aleena suddenly realized she was not at the Comic-Con. The walls were adorned with old yellow, peeling wallpaper, the incessant hum of the fluorescent lights overhead filled her ears, and a peculiar odor wafted into her nostrils.

“Where am I?" she wondered aloud, standing in the middle of a room with corridors branching off in various directions. She took a moment and glanced around. Her hazel eyes growing wide with apprehension. Memories flooded back—she had been in the restroom, and after stepping out, she was heading down a hallway back toward the Con when something caught her attention: a peculiar yellow door. A vivid glow streamed through the gap in the door. Overcome by curiosity, she pushed it open. As she entered, a wave of energy surged through her, causing her knees to give way, and she collapsed onto the floor. The room seemed to whirl around her, and when she finally blinked her eyes open, she found herself staring at a worn, yellowish carpet that looked like it had seen better days. She shook her head, regretting her decision to open that door. Glancing around, she muttered, “What the Hell is this place?” Rising to her feet, she took a few cautious steps, her heart racing. 

“If I just keep moving, maybe I’ll stumble upon the door I came in from,” she reassured herself.  She kept walking and walking, but everywhere she looked, it was just more of the same—yellow rooms and hallways. No matter which way she turned, she ended up in the same spots. It felt like she was stuck in a maze.

A wave of fear and anxiety washed over her, making it feel like she had walked straight into a nightmare. The only noise was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights overhead, which flickered occasionally, leaving her curious about what was going on. "There’s light here, so there’s electricity, but it feels like this place is," she hesitated, "completely empty of other people," she said to herself. Taking her phone from her clutch, she checked for signal bars.

 “No signal at all,” she murmured, frustration evident in her sigh as she tucked the phone back and tightened her grip on the clutch strap, moving forward.

She paused at a wall marked with the words “The Peasant Girl,” contemplating the message. “Someone must have wrote this,” she thought. Continuing down the hallway, she noticed an arrow that appeared to be painted red. As she got closer, her heart raced when she realized it was blood, not paint, prompting a soft gasp and a step back. With wide eyes, she scanned her surroundings, convinced she heard an eerie sound in the distance.

(This is a fanfiction related to the Backrooms. Images used on this blog are for the reads entertainment.)

 Chapter 2: Eli Marsh

Chapter 3: Which Way?

BOOK

Chapter 14: Dyna Girl

 

A month later, Lori found herself sitting across from Kris, who immediately glared at her suspiciously. “What are you doing here?” Kris demanded, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. The weight of Lori's gaze revealed the painful truth before she even spoke: “Tim is dead.” The news hit Kris like a punch to the gut; her complexion drained, and a storm of fury brewed in her eyes. “When I get out, I will kill you,” she spat, venom lacing her words.

Lori was speechless but understood. “I’m truly sorry, Kris, I really am,” she replied, her voice trembling with regret.

 “I’m not going to forgive you, ever!” Kris screamed, her frustration echoing off the walls as she slammed the phone down with a force that startled the guards. They swiftly intervened, escorting her back to her cell while she hurled curses in Lori's direction.

 Lori stood alone, brushing away a tear before walking away, the weight of guilt pressing down on her chest. She sighed, realizing that she had never taken a life until now, and was left to confront the haunting aftermath of an accident that would forever alter her path. As days turned into weeks and then years, Tim's memory remained etched in her mind, a stark reminder of life's fragility and the impact of a fleeting moment.

When Kris was finally released, she attempted to fulfill her promise but was thwarted by Lady Lightning and Electra Woman, leading her back into jail.

In 1976, a young woman began her journey with Newsmaker magazine. Lori glanced at the new employee as the editor introduced her, “This is Judy Sterling.” A look of recognition crossed Lori's face, her eyes widening in surprise.

“I remember you,” she said, her broad smile conveying a sense of warmth and familiarity. Judy, brimming with enthusiasm, replied, “Yes! You gave me your card and told me I could submit my resume whenever I was ready to join the team.”

 Lori, intrigued, responded, “Alright, let’s see what you can do.” They quickly delved into a story about a group of thieves targeting banks, and Judy demonstrated her capabilities impressively. As the weeks progressed, Lori found herself growing fond of the idea of having Judy as a sidekick. She even invited her to join a martial arts class, where she eagerly shared her knowledge of various techniques. Judy, not only intelligent but also a quick learner, thrived in this new environment, showcasing her physical fitness and adaptability.

 One evening, Lori turned to her Uncle Frank and said, “I’m going to invite Judy over for dinner.”

Frank, intrigued, replied, “Sure, why not?” Then, with a hint of curiosity, he asked, “Are you thinking about a sidekick?” Lori nodded in agreement, and Frank felt a sense of satisfaction at the prospect. Lori found herself in need of both a sidekick and a friend, as Geraldine had decided to retire her superhero persona and Manuel had met a man who he really loved, and he wanted to create a new life with. This led to the official dissolution of their group, though they still gathered occasionally at the Diner when time allowed. During dinner, the evening unfolded seamlessly. Feeling at ease, Lori shared her secret of being Electra Woman, but Judy took it as a lighthearted joke.

“Oh stop,” Judy laughed lightly and took a sip of her wine, clearly enjoying the moment. With Frank's nod of approval, Lori led her to the Electra Base. Judy's eyes widened in disbelief as she exclaimed, "Oh my god, no way!" Lori introduced her to the Electra Car and asked if she wanted to take a ride. "Awesome, yes!" Judy replied, her excitement palpable as she realized Lori was Electra Woman. As the car soared into the sky, Judy's face lit up with wonder.

 "Wow, this is so cool," she marveled, the full moon casting a magical glow over the landscape as they headed toward the beach.

"This is so groovy," she said, her enthusiasm infectious. Lori asked if the flying made her feel queasy, to which Judy chuckled, "No way, this is groovy!" Her eyes sparkled with delight as they flew back home, savoring every exhilarating moment.

Lori looked at Judy with a playful smirk. “Should I call you Lori or Electra Woman?” Judy asked.

“You can just call me Lori,” came the reply as Lori settled onto the couch, while Frank stood nearby, cradling a cup of coffee. Curiosity piqued, and Judy asked, “Why did you show me all of this?” Lori exchanged a glance with Frank before responding, “I was hoping you’d consider being my sidekick. You have the talent and intelligence for it. I can teach you how to fight and how to use our gadgets.” Judy took a seat in the chair opposite Lori, and after a brief silence, her face brightened as she exclaimed, “Yes! I’m so excited you asked; I would love to be your sidekick. It’s going to be amazing!” Lori shared a satisfied smile with Frank before adding, “You’ll need a costume,” Frank said, suggesting they head to the Electra Base. He had been working on a cool device that could whip up a costume in no time. It is called the Electra Replicator. Pointing to a gadget that resembled a microwave, he encouraged Lori to press the button. As she did, a neatly folded costume materialized inside. Lori opened the door and pulled it out, free of any rips or blood stains unlike her previous one. 

Judy, eager to join in, asked “Can I try?” Frank looked at Lori, who nodded encouragingly. “What’s your sidekick’s name?” he asked. After a moment of thought, Judy snapped her fingers and suggested, “Dyna Girl.” Lori’s face lit up in agreement, and Frank quickly entered a code into the replicator, producing another costume.

“Fantastic,” Lori exclaimed, while Judy added, “Groovy.” With excitement, they decided to head upstairs, where Judy emerged from the bathroom in her new outfit, marveling at how awesome it looked. Frank took a sip from his cup, smiling at their enthusiasm, before mentioning he had something important to discuss with them.  “What is it, Frank?” Lori asked, curious.

“The villains are getting smarter and creating new higher tech gadgets, so I will continue developing for you gadgets that will keep you one step ahead of the game.” Lori nodded.

The following day, Frank received a report about a figure known as the Sorcerer, who had been stirring up trouble.

 "So, Dyna Girl, ready to check this out?"

 "Sure thing, Electra Woman," Judy replied, her excitement evident.

As time went by, Lori wrestled with the idea of revealing the heavy secret she carried regarding Tim's death. That evening, while enjoying dinner at a local restaurant, Lori started to tell Judy. "Hey, Judy, there's something I need to share," Lori began, hesitating. "I never mentioned that..."

"I know," Judy interjected gently, placing her hand over Lori's in a reassuring gesture.

Judy shared with Lori what Frank had confided in her about Tim, emphasizing how Lori had carried the weight of guilt for so long. "Lori, you need to let that go; it wasn’t your fault. Sometimes life throws curveballs, and we just have to accept it," she reassured her friend. "You’re a genuinely good person, and anyone who knows you can see that." Lori smiled, feeling a sense of relief washing over her as she nodded in agreement.

 "Alright, let’s head home and get ready. We have a city to protect," she replied, her spirits lifted. Judy's face lit up with a grin at the thought of their mission.

 "And I just want to say how grateful I am that you and Frank let me stay with you," she added, feeling a warmth in their friendship. Lori gave her friend a hug and climbed into her blue Chevrolet Camaro. The Electra Car is reserved for their superhero adventures. As they sped off, leaving behind the worries of the day, they knew they were in this together, fighting crime side by side. "Friends forever," Judy remarked, glancing over at Lori, who nodded in agreement, their bond stronger than ever.

(As we reach the conclusion of "Electra Woman & Dyna Girl: Savages," it's important to reflect on the journeys of our beloved characters. While I chose not to include an epilogue, as their fates are well-known to fans, I can share that, much like Lady Lightning, Electra Woman eventually decided to retire her superhero persona and embrace a new chapter in life through marriage. Dyna Girl followed suit, finding her own happiness in a similar way. 

However, life took a bittersweet turn when Frank, a significant figure in their lives, passed away a few years later, leaving a poignant mark on their story. This ending encapsulates the blend of triumph and tragedy that often accompanies the lives of heroes, reminding us that even those who wear capes must eventually face the realities of life.)

Six Years Later

Lori and Judy, known to the world as Electra Woman and Dyna Girl, faced numerous villains during their superhero days, but as time passed, both women yearned for a different kind of life. Judy cherished her bond with Lori, feeling as close as sisters, and those years spent together were the highlight of her life. However, she felt it was time to embrace a new chapter. In December 1982, Judy met Craig Bloom, a charming man who owned a small furniture business, and they quickly fell in love. While Lori grappled with the idea of losing her best friend, she understood that this change was inevitable. 

Judy comforted her, promising that she would always make time to visit, aware that Lori's greatest fear was loneliness. Despite having her uncle Frank around, it wasn’t the same as having a close female friend to confide in. Judy was like a ray of sunshine, bringing joy and energy into Lori's life. When Judy married, Lori's tears were not of joy for her friend, but rather a reflection of her own sadness, though she skillfully hid her true emotions. 

Over the years, Judy welcomed three children into her family, naming one of her daughters after Lori, a gesture that spoke volumes about their enduring friendship. True to her word, Judy frequently visited Lori, who took on the role of godmother to Judy’s kids, ensuring that their bond remained strong despite the changes life had brought.

At the age of 40, Lori's life took an unexpected turn when she crossed paths with Marcia Lane, a captivating woman five years her junior. Marcia ignited a spark within Lori that she had either buried deep down or simply overlooked for years. With her light brown hair, enchanting green eyes, and a smile that could light up any room, Marcia quickly became the object of Lori's affections. Although it took some time for Lori to muster the courage to express her feelings, the moment she finally did, she was met with warmth rather than rejection. 

Marcia's response was a gentle smile accompanied by the words, "I feel the same," which solidified an unspoken bond between them. From that instant, when Marcia took Lori's hand, it was clear that Lori had discovered her soulmate, someone she could envision sharing her life with. Excited to share this new chapter, Lori confided in her close friend Judy, who was like a sister to her. Judy's reaction was one of pure joy, celebrating Lori's newfound love. Even Lori's uncle embraced her choices, offering his support and best wishes for their future together. As the years went by, Lori and Marcia took a significant step in their journey by adopting a child, officially becoming a family and further solidifying their deep connection.

(This ends the tale of Electra Woman and Dyna Girl I hope you enjoyed this fanfiction and please give it a rate/review.)

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Chapter 13: Retribution

 

Tim arrived at Lori's uncle's house before she did, but he quickly realized the property was secured with high-tech detectors and cameras, a testament to Frank's knack for staying ahead in technology. Faced with this advanced security, Tim opted not to wait for Lori. Unbeknownst to him, she had already entered the property using the Electra car through a hidden cave entrance on the other side of the hill. “I will kill you, Electra Woman,” he promised himself as he drove away. 

Kris finds herself locked up with no chance of bail, and despite her skills in fighting and survival, the years until her parole seem to stretch endlessly. She often thinks about her brother, hoping he’s doing okay. Meanwhile, weeks have gone by without any sign of Tim, but Lori stays vigilant, especially while out on crime-fighting missions. One day, a group of high school seniors visited Newsmaker Magazine for a career day. Marla greeted them as their guide, “Welcome to the Newsmaker magazine, I’ll be your guide today and if you have any questions, just ask,” Marla said as she introduced herself. Lori arrived late after oversleeping, missing the chance to show the teens around. As she walked in, her boss confronted her with her tardiness, “What happened,” he said looking at his watch. “I had some personal issues to deal with,” Lori responded.

"Personal issues are set aside the moment you step through those doors," her boss said. Lori nodded and smiled. 

She made her way to her cubicle as Marla led the group of students down the aisle, talking about the core principles of the Newsmaker magazine and the duties that accompany the role of a journalist.

"This is Lori, a top-notch reporter who earned an award for being the youngest journalist to cover more than 100 projects in her debut year," Marla said with pride, clapping her hands to inspire the students to join in. One student responded, "Awesome! I hope that once I complete my college courses and earn my journalism degree, you can share some tips with me."

Lori was captivated by the girl's broad smile and infectious enthusiasm. She responded with a smile and a nod of her own. "What’s your name?" she asked.

"I’m Judy Sterling, and I plan to pursue a career in journalism," the girl responded, her beaming smile and bright eyes bringing joy to Lori as she observed such passion.

"Well, feel free to come by and submit your resume whenever you’re prepared," Lori replied with a grin. Judy acknowledged her with a nod. Just as the students were exiting, Lori called out to Judy as she was about to board the bus.

"Here, this is my business card. Whenever you're ready to join this company, feel free to give me a call."  

"Sounds good, I will," she replied as she got on the bus with the other children. Lori stepped back inside, and it felt like time was dragging and by the end of the day, she made her way home. She created a chart that highlighted where Tim had been seen, but she just can't pinpoint where he's currently staying. She's convinced he has moved from the last spot where he and Kris were living. "What are you up to?" Frank asked Lori while she stared at the chart intently. She sighed. "I’m trying to work out where he could have gone." 

"He might have changed his name again, possibly by getting a new ID, which we suspect he got illegally." Lori paused for a moment, then snapped her fingers in realization, saying, “Of course.”  She quickly dialed Geraldine, asking her to meet her at the diner.

She headed to the Diner in her Electra Car, which her uncle had equipped with a special device that allows it to soar high above the ground, out of sight from anyone below. 

Traveling at night made this stealthy flight even easier, ensuring she could reach her destination without drawing attention. She entered the room and joined the others at the booth. “Geraldine, who’s the go-to person for changing someone’s ID?” After a brief pause, Geraldine snapped her fingers. “Marco! He’s the guy everyone in private circles knows for creating new identities. He’s even taken on special requests from vigilantes, not only criminals.”

Maybe we should pay him a visit,” Lori proposed. Manuel, known as the Hammer, nodded in agreement. While Lori and Geraldine soared through the sky in the Electra Car, Manuel cruised the street below on his sleek black motorcycle. He donned his superhero costume and a helmet.

Feeling a bit dizzy, Geraldine asked, “Do you always travel like this?” 

Lori laughed and said, “No, my uncle installed a new device that allows it to fly, so I decided to test it out.” 

She looked over and noticed that Geraldine appeared to be anxious. As she lowered the vehicle and settled in behind Manuel, she switched on the radio, and the familiar tune of "Dancing in the Moonlight" filled the car. Almost instantly, Geraldine's demeanor shifted, and she seemed to relax.

“I’m sorry for the flight thing; I should have given you a heads-up. It's fine, though. I’ve never been fond of flying, likely due to the accident that granted me my powers,” Geraldine explained. 

Lori nodded in understanding. They carefully parked their vehicles away from curious eyes. Lori mentioned that the Electra Car was equipped with a force field, ensuring its safety. Manuel maneuvered his motorcycle behind the Electra Car, removed his helmet, and secured it on the handle. He then unzipped his leather jacket and casually tossed it onto the seat of his bike. 

In a dimly lit house nestled within a rough neighborhood, the man who alters people's identities for a fee, is asleep inside. Lori and Geraldine stealthily approached the back door, while Manuel kept a watchful eye from the side fence, ready to assist if needed. Lori skillfully picked the lock on the back door and gently pushed it open. Inside, Marco lay fast asleep in his bedroom, blissfully unaware of the intruders in his home. Meanwhile, Manuel remained concealed behind the fence, waiting patiently as Lori and Geraldine stealthily approached Marco’s room. Lori slammed the door open, waking Marco, prompting him to reach for his gun. Lori used her Electra Com to levitate Marco off of his bed. He floated there in nothing but a pair of red and white checkered boxers, his wide brown eyes filled with surprise as they locked onto Lori and Geraldine. He jolted in surprise as Geraldine announced their purpose, “We’re here to ask you some questions.” He rubbed his eyes to get a clearer view of his attackers. 

Oh shit, Electra Woman and Lady Lightning," he remarked, a touch of sarcasm in his voice. As Lori lowered him from the levitation, he swiftly snatched up the pistol. In response, Lori activated the Electra beam, causing the pistol to heat up significantly, forcing him to drop it.

“Look man, I don’t know who spilled the beans on me, but I swear I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Lady Lightning leaned in with a playful grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she addressed Electra Woman, “So, what do you think? Has he been involved in any questionable activities recently?” The question hung in the air, charged with curiosity. Lori, unable to suppress a smirk of her own, rolled her eyes dramatically before responding, “Oh, I definitely think so.” 

Her tone was teasing yet confident. The moment was interrupted as he interjected, a hint of disbelief in his voice. “Wait a sec, you can’t back that up without some evidence!”

 “Did you happen to give a new identity to someone named Tim Castaway?” Lori asked, crossing her arms. 

“I don’t know anyone by the name of Tim,” he feigned ignorance, insisting he didn’t know anything. As Lady Lightning made contact with his arm, a jolt of electricity coursed through him, eliciting a sharp cry of pain. “Now, can you tell us where he lives?” she pressed, but he remained tight-lipped. With a flick of her fingers, static electricity crackled ominously. Finally, under the pressure, he relented, “Okay, okay, I gave new identities to Tim and his sister, to my knowledge, they were last living in a motel in Costa Mesa. That’s all I know.”

Lori asked, “Do you by any chance have the address.” 

He gradually rose, arms lifted and made his way to what seemed to be his office, where he retrieved a file. The office was cluttered with papers and a copy machine and other devices used to create IDs. 

Lori asked, “Marco do you keep files on all your clients?” He replied, “Yeah, just in case any of them cross me.” Lori then shot a glance at Geraldine.

Lori glanced at Marco and said, “Okay let’s see them,” urging him to show the files. He pulled out his latest documents from the metal cabinet and slammed them onto the table. As Lori and Geraldine began to sift through the papers, Marco suddenly bolted out of the room wearing just his boxers. The two women exchanged looks, and Geraldine reassured Lori, saying, “Don’t worry, Manuel will stop him.”

As Marco stepped through the back door, he was immediately stopped by Manuel. Marco cursed under his breath, recognizing the familiar face, “Fucking Hammer,” he remarked. Manuel smirked, commenting, “Your days of hustling and identity theft are over.” Marco huffed as Manuel took zip-ties from his pouch and secured his wrists, forcing him to sit on the ground.

“He’s secure.” Manuel communicated with Geraldine using his wrist-com, a clever gadget designed by Frank. Unlike Electra Woman's devices, these wrist-coms are solely for communication purposes.

“Okay, we got what we came for,” Geraldine said and made their exit. 

“We’re going to put you back inside and tie you up in your office and call the police,” Lori explained. 

“Come on man,” Marco protested but Manuel took him inside and tied him up securely on the chair. 

“I like your boxers,” Manuel remarked with a hint of sarcasm. 

“Fuck you Hammer,” Marco cursed. Manuel grabbed masking tape from one of the drawers in the desk and covered Marco’s mouth.

 “There now that’s better,” Manuel laughed and made his way out; meeting up Lori and Lady Lightning, he asked what they were going to do. 

“Don’t worry about it, I have a car phone in the Electra Car, and I’ll tip off the authorities.”

Lori called the authorities, “They’re on their way.”

 “Okay, so now that you have the file, what are you going to do?” Manuel asked. 

“I’m going to turn it into the authorities tomorrow.” They heard sirens at a distance. 

Manuel put on his jacket and helmet. “I’ll see you around Electra Woman,” he said with a smile and a nod.  “And you?” Lori asked Geraldine. 

Geraldine smiled and set her arms akimbo, “I’m going to scout around and see if there is any crime happening. Be careful Electra Woman,” she gave her a knowing nod and hopped onto Manuel’s bike, and they rode off. Lori could hear the sirens approaching so she set the Electra Car into flight. Below she can see the police cars parking in the property. As she flew home, she then landed the car and made her way around the hill toward the manmade cave. Once inside, she set the steel doors shut and got into the elevator going up. When she reached the main floor of the home, the lights were off. She figured that her uncle was asleep, and he turned them off. But then she heard something outside. She went to the window then suddenly a shot rang out; the bullet pierced the window and barely missed Lori. The bullet nicked her shoulder. She was still wearing her costume and had her Electra Com on her wrist. She heard her uncle move around upstairs, then he ran down. “What happened?” Frank said, rubbing his sleepy eyes.  “I thought security was up?” Lori said, bleeding from her shoulder. She winced. 

“Let me see that,” Frank said. One more shot rang out, one bullet striking her uncle on the arm. 

“Frank!” Lori shouted. He lay on the floor in pain. Lori's heart raced as she caught sight of the intruders. Two men, both of medium build and somewhat muscular, were clad in sleek, form-fitting black bodysuits that hugged their frames. Their faces were obscured by masks, adding an air of menace to their presence. Each man sported holsters strapped around their waists, hinting at the weapons they might be carrying. Lori's instincts kicked in, and she couldn't shake the feeling that one of them was Tim; her gut feeling was spot on. The other man, she surmised, was likely someone Tim had enlisted to assist him in whatever they were plotting. She remembered that just moments before she stepped into the house from the Electra Base, the security system had gone dark, and she couldn't help but suspect that Tim's accomplice had played a role in disabling the power somehow. As they approached the house with an unsettling confidence, Lori felt a chill run down her spine, realizing the gravity of the situation unfolding before her.

“Uncle, you must go down to the Electra Base, figure out what happened.” He nodded and went into the library, opening the secret door leading to the stairs down to the Electra Base, since the elevator wasn’t working. 

As the men approached, the taller one who is Tim’s accomplice, swung a bat. He smashed one of the Livingroom windows, shattering into a million pieces. Lori jumped with a start. She stood her ground as the man finished breaking the window, he came in through it, clearing the broken glass. He swung the bat around smashing things randomly. His action was to intimidate her. She took a stance and the power cells within the Electra Com still worked, she aimed it at the man with the bat and struck him with the Electra Beam, knocking him down. Out of nowhere, a pair of shuriken whizzed through the air, striking her with precision—one embedded itself in her arm while the other lodged into her hip. A sharp cry escaped her lips as she instinctively yanked the metal stars from her flesh, the pain radiating through her body like a jolt of electricity. Gritting her teeth, she muttered, “Damn it!” Frustration sounded under her breath. The suddenness of the attack left her heart racing, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she quickly assessed her surroundings, readying herself for whatever might come next.

Tim glanced at his partner and realized he was out cold. With a sigh, he approached the unconscious figure and gave him a gentle nudge. “Useless,” he muttered under his breath, frustration creeping into his voice. His attention then shifted to Lori, who had suddenly leaped to her feet, adrenaline coursing through her veins as her heart raced in response to the chaos around them. Meanwhile, at the Electra Base, Frank was hard at work, focused intently on establishing a connection to the security system and getting the lights up and running, determined to regain control of the situation. The tension in the air was palpable as he sneered, “You’re gonna die, Electra Woman,” before launching himself at her with a ferocity that left no room for mercy. The two clashed in a brutal fight, each strike landing with a bone-jarring impact, escalating the violence with every exchange. Electra Woman felt the sting from the wounds the shuriken created; blood trickling down her arms, but she refused to back down. In a desperate move, he seized her hair, yanking her toward the front door and out to the lawn, but she quickly twisted her body, using her momentum to throw him off balance and send him crashing to the ground. With her heart racing, she reached for the Electra Com, hoping to unleash the freezing beam that could turn the tide of battle in her favor.

However, as she activated the device, a surge of panic washed over her—something had gone wrong, and she was left vulnerable at the worst possible moment.

“No, damn it,” she mused. 

“What’s wrong Electra Woman. Can’t use that toy, huh?” Tim teased with a sarcastic tone; a sinister smile crossed his face. Electra Woman felt a surge of hope as she noticed the lights flicker on in the house, illuminating the dark surrounding, which meant that the power was coming back. Just as Tim approached her for another round of their karate duel, she instinctively struck the Electra Com with a powerful punch. 

In an instant, the Electra Beam activated, enveloping Tim in a dazzling light that sent him spiraling backward before crashing to the ground. Assuming he was out cold like his partner, she dashed inside, where she found her uncle busy securing zip ties around the unconscious man's wrists and legs. The sight of him still sprawled on the floor confirmed her initial assumption, but as she glanced back outside, a nagging feeling crept in—Tim remained motionless on the ground, and something about the scene felt off, stirring a sense of unease within her.

Lori's gaze was fixed on Tim's lifeless body as she stepped closer, her heart racing. She swallowed hard, releasing a heavy sigh, and pressed her fingers against his neck, searching for a pulse that wasn’t there. Just then, Frank emerged to see what was going on. When Lori met his eyes, the weight of the moment hit her. “He’s dead.”

 “How?” Frank asked, bewildered.

 “I don’t know,” she managed, brushing away a tear. Frank’s voice faltered as he reminded her that it wasn’t her fault.

 “I know,” she replied softly.

He glanced at Lori and said, “I need to call the authorities for an ambulance.” Lori quickly stood up, pressing him to inform them that a vigilante had intervened to stop the thieves, but he hadn’t caught a glimpse of who it was. Frank nodded in agreement, and as a heavy silence enveloped them, Lori asked, “What happened to the power?”

 He explained, “It seems a new, somewhat advanced device was used to temporarily knock out the power.” He held up the gadget for her to see.

 “These new villains are definitely getting creative with their tools,” he continued, pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts. “Hand me the Electra Com; I’ll investigate what went wrong. It’s likely that when you hit the Electra Com, it caused a sudden surge that rebooted the power, leading to an overflow of energy that hit hard.”

Lori nodded, understanding the implications of his words. “Let’s go inside and look at your wounds,” Frank suggested. Lori got cleaned up and the wounds caused by the shuriken's were bandaged up. The authorities came and they believed Frank’s story. 

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