*DISCLAIMER. May stir up some touchy subjects such as racism. This is a fictional story so everybody please be mature here. And yes the N bomb may be dropped a few times. I'll shorten or censor it. That is all.*
You: Shanna I'm super busy today... Could you conduct the entrance interview lined up for 2 o'clock? Shanna: You mean... Now? You: Uh... Yeah... I'll make it up to you... If June lets me off the leash for a little while... Shanna sighs. Shanna: Yeah sure... Whatever... Bring the peppermint foot lotion ok? You: Love ya Tekky. Shanna: Yeah yeah. Get goin! Later that day
Shanna: So... It says here you are... Rebecca? Becky: Yes. Call me Becky! All of my friends do. Shanna: We're not friends. This is an interview. Anyway show me what you can do. Becky: Got anything heavy? Or firearms maybe? Shanna sighs again as she speaks into her communicator. Shanna: DJ to interview room. I need you to test the prospective heroine here. You: I'll be there in a second. You teleport in. What do you need me to do Shanna? Shanna: She needs something heavy or firearms. You nod as you materialize a 1 Ton weight in front of Becky. You: We're waiting. Becky: Why is your robot bossing me around? Shanna: Uh... He's not a robot... And he happens to be the boss... Becky blushes luminescent red. Becky: I'm sorry... Anyway... Becky proceeds to to lift the weight above her head with one arm. Becky: So am I in? Shanna: Is that it? Several members of our team have super strength and then some... For example... DJ, if you would call in your wife please? You: Of course... You activate you communicator. You: June to interview room. June flames in, wearing a pair of sunglasses for some reason. June: You rang hubby? Becky: Holy shit she just appeared in a flame! June: It's not that impressive. We have several teleporters... Such as Ra- Rachael teleports in. Rachael: Guys! I just found out something awesome! Shanna: Rachael... We're conducting an interview... Can it wait a few minutes? Rachael: Yeah I guess... Continue. June: Anyway. What did you want me to do? If I hit her with my Hellfire she'll just die... Shanna: Well then dont use the black flames. June: But they're fun... You: June... June: Oh fine... Becky: What do you mean by Hellfire? June: Is it not obvious? She says as she removes her sunglasses. Becky: Your eyes are red... That aint natural... June: Oh... A backwoods hick... Do we really need her? Becky: Listen here you red eyed bitch! We're not all inbred you know! For your information- Mffphh! June pinches Becky's lips shut, as a dark aura forms around her. You: Oh boy... You've gone and pissed her off... June: Stop and think for a second mortal... Do you really want to challenge Satan's daughter to a one on one fight? If you lose your soul is mine for all eternity... But unlike my hubby here your afterlife will not be pleasant... I'll see to it personally. June releases Becky's lips... And then...
Becky: Nice try but I'm a Christian. And I've never killed anyone or stolen anything! June: Wait... You think that is what gets you into hell? June starts cracking up laughing. Eventually calming down enough to speak. Becky: What's so funny? June: I wont even bother going into the details... Shanna am I done here? Shanna: Not yet. So what is your other power Rebecca. Becky: Super Durability. Shanna: Ok... So we'll put you through some stress testing... Rachael: I'll fight her if it'll speed this up... I'll go out and say it. The thing I wanted to tell you all is... Like back in the Civil War or something my great-and-something grandfather was a slave. Guess the mistress got frisky with one of her slaves. Ha ha. Yeah I know... I look so black. Rachael says pointing to her blonde hair and blue eyes. Guess I'm one of the sistas now huh? You: That's funny. Although I already have a sister... Rachael: I said sista my nig. You: Eh. What the hell. You high five Rachael and do the handshake. You: So how do you know for a fact? Rachael: Well there's the dark birth marks on my ass. Just take my word for it... Unless you wanna break up with June to find out? She says winking at you. You: Uh... That would be hazardous to my health... June hugs you from behind. June: Good choice hubby. Becky: It's a shame you have tainted blood Rachael... You're pretty... Rachael: The fuck you mean tainted blood?! You talking shit on my family? Shanna: I better call Halo... Someone's gonna get hurt... You: Do tell Becky... You say as you retract your helmet. Becky: Well obviously I think the Civil War should have never even happened in the first place and we Southerners should've just been allowed to continue as we were. Rachael: Shanna... I'll get you that battle data all right... Rachael says as she unsheathes her claws (By this timeline she had mutated further and her previously filed nails became actual claws that can be used in battle) Rachael: I'll make her bleed like my wrists... She says as she takes on an aura worthy of June. Becky: You wanna start something bring it you fucking n-----s! Shanna: She just dropped it with a hard "er"... Blood will be spilled... Round 1: Fight!
You: As much as I'm offended by that I was raised to never raise a hand against a woman in anger. I gotta sit this one out Rach. Rachael: Not a problem... I'll make this bitch bleed like a stuck pig... Enough for the both of us and our families. Becky draws a pistol as Rachael teleports around her in a flurry. Looking like a black blur (From her cloak) as she teleports around Becky rending and tearing with her claws. Rachael finishes by sonic screaming at Becky (Knocking her on her ass) and holding her claws mere inches from her throat, kicking her gun several feet across the floor. You watch as several wounds open on Becky's skin and begin to ooze blood. Rachael: I avoided any major arteries... That's the only sympathy you'll get from me... You aren't even worth killing you racist scum. Rachael flicks the blood off of her claws onto Becky's face as she teleports back over to the crowd. Shanna: Impressive Rachael. I'll move your combat proficiency rating up several places on the chart. Rachael: Thanks. But I dont need it. This was personal... Becky simply lies on the floor in shock. Partly from blood loss... And partly because she cant believe that she was beaten by the thing she hates the most... At about this time Halo teleports in in a flurry of blue lights. Halo: I heard Rachael charged in aga- Oh... Halos turns around and looks at an unscathed Rachael, who waves at her with a smile. Shanna: Try the girl on the floor. I hope Angels are indifferent to who they help... Becky's not the greatest person around... Halo: It is my sacred duty to heal those in need. Be they saint or sinner. Halo walks over to Becky and crouches down. Halo: Your soul isn't the cleanest I've seen... But I've seen worse. Deep down you're a good person... Deep deep down... However... Though I may heal your body... I am willingly choosing not to cleanse your soul as well. I leave that up to you. Halo bathes Becky in a healing light, closing her wounds. Halo: It is done. With that Halo teleports out in a flurry of blue light. Finish!
Shanna: I think we should keep her... For her own sake... Obviously she's all talk... You: I agree. If Halo thinks there's hope for her then why not. June could you go grab my aunt please. June: Back in a jiff hubby! With that June flames out. 15 seconds later she flames back in with your Aunt Sylvia in tow. Becky is sitting up now. Sylvia: Which one of you is Rebecca? Everyone points to Becky. Vines erupt from the floor an tie her up as Sylvia walks over to her. Sylvia: You know... You're a lot like my mother... I hated my mother... The racist bitch... That's why I ran away from home and became a supervillain, just to spite her. After a while my little sister Chrissy grew up she met a certain Eddie D. Thompson... DJ's father... Who was black... Becky: But you're white. If your little sister is DJ's mom then... Sylvia: Correct. She had a child with a black man. And mother disowned her. Mother later died bitter and alone. See where I'm going with this? Becky: What about your sister and his dad? Why dont you bring them here to tell me this story? Sylvia points to the ceiling. Sylvia: Ask Halo. She's met the both of them. Becky: Oh... I'm sorry... Sylvia: Car crash. When DJ was still a toddler. You: You forgot to mention that I'm not actually black. The term is Mulatto. Sylvia: Shoosh! I was getting to that. Anyway. Dont judge a book by its cover... And also... *SMACK* Sylvia slaps Becky across the face, leaving a red handprint on her cheek. Sylvia: That's for being rude to my family! That's all. With that Sylvia vanishes into the shadows. The vines around Becky slowly wither as she falls to her knees. Just kneeling there silently... Everyone save for you leaves the room. Mostly out of boredom. You: It's kinda late. My room is three doors down to the right if you need a place to sleep. That is if you can stand being near "my kind". I dont think the others would... Be as accommodating to you... Anyway good night Becky... With that you walk off to your room...
Option #1: A few minutes later there is a knock at your door... It's Becky with tears streaming down her face...
Option #2: The next morning you walk by the interview room... Becky sitting there with her head buried into her knees...
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