Her Superhero Lover: A BWWM BBW Billionaire Superhero Romance (12 page)

She knew she had to act, and soon. She used her ears to get the best
guess she could for each group in the room. The children, she
thought, were closest to the windows, probably being used as human
shields. Two of the gunmen were on her right, facing the south side
and looking out at the wide playground. The other gunman, the calm
one that worried her the most, was on the north side, where he could
monitor the police and news media best. She made her decision, and
headed to the south side of the building. Looking back to where Grady
was standing over the other classroom, she waved her arms. He waved
back. He was in position.

"Let's hope I get through this alive," Renee whispered.
Grabbing the lip of rain gutter at the edge of the roof, she took a
deep breath. She looked over at Grady and nodded, hoping he could see
her. Kicking with her legs, she swung out and off of the roof.

While in the air, Renee was reminded of when she had been in
elementary school, and she, along with a few of her friends, had
played on the monkey bars. They'd spent recess period after recess
period skinning the cat, flipping around, and doing a bunch of other
bar tricks they probably shouldn't have, considering the bars were
built over blacktop. The gunner groaned but held, redirecting her
body's momentum around and down.

She had a moment to see that her ears had steered her pretty well.
The two gunmen were about five feet apart in separate windows, one of
them turned three quarters away while the other looked at her with
widening eyes. He started to yell and pull his shotgun up to his
shoulder when she crashed boots first through the window.

She was grateful then, more than any other time, for the special
boots Grady had gotten for her. When she started shooting up in
height, he had gotten her what looked like platform boots. However,
instead of having her feet resting on top of large amounts of
platform, her feet were actually underneath the gel padding, with
only a normal flat boot heel under her foot. Still, there was close
to an inch of vulcanized rubber protecting her feet as she went
through the glass, her feet catching the gunman in his chest and
face. The gunman's nose crunched, and he flew backwards to land in a
broken heap in the center of the floor.

Rolling off of the impact and to her feet, Renee launched herself
anew at the second gunman, who was spinning towards her. Pushing the
button on the device on her right fist, she cocked her head back and
punched, catching him in the sternum. The force ripped through the
man, his chest deflating weirdly as the force crushed his ribs flat
against his backbone, while his stomach and arms seemingly swelled
like inflated balloons before the shockwave knocked him backwards,
and he collapsed against the wall.

Renee spun on her knee towards the last gunman, freezing when she
saw the man reach down and grab a young girl under her chin, yanking
her up and holding his pistol against her head. "So, The
Horseman does have a helper. Wonder what you should be called?"

"Doesn't matter to me," Renee replied. "But put the
kid down."

The gunman shook his head, and pointed with his head towards the
other side of the school. "Maybe you've been distracted by
taking out those two, but The Horseman is raising hell on the other
side of the school too. I drop this kid, and I'm a dead man. The
media might call him a superhero, but he's no comic code following
Superman."

Renee nodded then shrugged. She stood and backed up, keeping her
hands open. She saw the chalkboard on the wall, and backed away.
"You're right. And since I just took out your two partners, you
know I'm not the Girl Scout type either."

A loud boom came from the other end of the school, and both of them
glanced over. "Sounds like The Horseman's having problems too,"
the hostage taker said. "Too bad for you."

Renee's mind whirled with possibilities. She wanted to run to Grady,
but knew she couldn't. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she
stepped back, her hips bumping against the chalkboard. "You
never know," she replied. "Listen, I just want the children
to be safe. Maybe swap me for them?"

"Yeah right," the gunman replied. He kept his pistol
pointed at the child's head, but his eyes roamed her body. "Not
saying I wouldn't mind spending a little time alone with a hottie
like you, but I'm not suicidal."

"Why not? You know what they say, once you go black....."
Renee said, putting on her most seductive smile. At the same time she
reached higher, thrusting her breasts out. She felt sleazy, but if it
distracted the man, she would be willing to do it. "You ever had
a black girl, big boy?"

"Not yet," the gunman replied, his eyes focusing on the
swells of her body. "When I get to Mexico, maybe I'll find out."

The gunman's hand wavered in his distraction, and she took
advantage. She had been trying to distract the gunman for two
reasons. First, to get his pistol away from the child. Second, she
saw on the ledge at the top of the chalkboard a thick metal ruler
that she suspected the teacher used for drawing lines on the board.
Snatching it up, she whisked it as hard as she could at his head,
praying her aim was good.

As her arm flashed through the air, time seemed to slow down for
her. Every movement of the entire room crept to almost a standstill.
She could feel the ruler in her hand, and she knew it was on a
straight path as soon as it left her hand. It turned over once before
striking the gunman between the eyes, shattering his nose and causing
an explosion of blood from between his eyes. Staggering back, his gun
dropped to the ground, going off and putting a round through a
window. Renee followed the ruler with her left hand, closing the
distance and slamming her palm against his cheek in a tremendous open
handed slap. The gunmen flew off his feet, crashing into a desk
before sagging to the floor, unconscious.

Renee looked for the teacher, who was still huddled with the child
the first gunman had ordered to be silenced. She knelt down and
picked up the pistol the last gunman had dropped, and handed it to
the teacher. "He moves, you shoot him," she said.

The teacher nodded, and cleared her throat. "Thank you."

Renee shook her head, and grabbed a shotgun one the first two men
had dropped. It was already armed, she hoped as she ran as hard as
she could towards the other classroom. Ten seconds had passed since
the last booming shot from the room Grady had gone into. Charging
into the room, she saw a gunman standing over Grady, who was holding
his thigh and was lying on the ground. The gunman had a rifle that
looked huge to Renee, and she didn't even slow down. Dropping the
shotgun and lowering her shoulder, she tackled the gunman, spearing
him like a linebacker. The two went flying through the air, crashing
through the window and out into the front walk of the school.
Rolling, Renee scrambled on top of the gunman and punched him once,
knocking him out. The media and police in view all stopped and froze
as she got to her knees, looked at them, and went back inside.

The room was in chaos. The teacher held his hand over Grady's thigh,
which was pumping blood onto the ground. "He was hit by a fourth
gunman," the teacher explained, "one who had stepped out to
use the bathroom. Lady... is he The Horseman?"

"Yeah," Renee said, taking Grady's hand. "You okay,
baby?"

Grady's voice was soft and weak. "Need.... lab..... nanos."

Renee nodded. "I'll get you there."

Behind her, she heard someone run up. "Everyone down! SDPD!"

Renee picked Grady up in her arms and turned, looking at the three
SWAT officers who were standing at the glass door, each of them
holding MP5 submachine guns. She stared at them, Grady's blood
dripping off his hip and onto the floor. "If I don't take him
now, he'll be dead."

The SWAT officers looked at each other, and one of them nodded.
"Understood." He turned his head and yelled behind him.
"Fall back! Make a hole! Casualty!"

Renee paused by the commander, looking over at him. "Thank
you."

The SWAT cop shook his head. "No. You're one of the good guys,
after all."

Renee didn't even reply, taking off running as fast as she could.
She knew the shortest path to Grady's lab, and sprinted as hard as
she could to the 805 freeway, staying on the breakdown lane. Slinging
him over her shoulder to allow her to pump her right arm as she ran
gave her a bit more control as she passed every vehicle faster than
almost any of the drivers could see her. Even as her feet began to
heat up and her shoes started to melt, she pushed herself faster,
until the entire world was a blur in her vision except for directly
ahead of her. Ignoring the pain, she took the off-ramp to Del Mar,
and followed the city streets until she was close to the ocean
cliffs. When she saw the tall white Voelker Consolidated building,
she left the streets and took off over the two miles of sand, dirt
and mixed turf. When she was close she took a deep breath and leapt.
Flying through the air, she aimed at the side windows on the second
floor that faced the ocean. Throwing her free arm over her face, they
crashed through, taking out one of the large window panes.

On the second floor, she staggered to the stairwell, jumping upwards
to the third and then fourth floor. Carrying him to the lab table,
she set him down carefully and went to the cabinet, pulling out a
vial of nanos. Looking around, she saw the hypospray, and slapped the
vial into the dispenser. "Wait," she said, looking at
Grady's leg. If he'd been shot, she'd have to get the bullet out.
"Grady? Grady!"

She shook his shoulder, and Grady's eyes fluttered open. "Wha?"

"I need to get the bullet out," she said, looking into his
eyes. "Where do you have pliers or something like that?"

"Forceps..... far left cabinet....." Grady replied,
slipping into unconsciousness again. Renee ripped the doors off the
cabinet she pulled so hard, looking inside. The forceps were in a
small medical kit, and she snatched them up. Yanking the gauntlet off
her left hand with her teeth, she eased the wound apart, worried as
the flow of blood actually slowed. Grady was bleeding out, and she
didn't have much time. Silently requesting forgiveness, she dug
around in the wound, searching for something hard and solid, praying
it was the bullet.

She was just beginning to lose hope when the forceps found the
bullet, and she pulled it out. Setting it on the table, she
immediately grabbed the hypospray of nanos and injected it into his
thigh, hoping they would work quickly. She watched in wonder as the
edges of his wound started to take on a silvery shimmer, the nanos
quickly replicating themselves and going to work. In less than ten
seconds, his skin was knitted. In thirty seconds, the skin was
unmarked, without even a hint of a scar. Grady's eyes fluttered open,
and he looked up at her. "You found the bullet?"

"Yep. You feeling better?" Now that his eyes were open,
her fear evaporated like mist in the morning sun.

"Of course. What's the damage?"

"Well, I approached from the beach side going cross country, so
I doubt anyone knew exactly which building I ran to. On the other
hand, we crashed through one of the plate glass windows on the second
floor, so you might want to call the accountants downstairs and tell
them everything is okay. I'm sure you'll come up with a good excuse."

"I will," Grady said, sitting up. "But first, your
turn. Take a look at your feet."

Renee did, and was shocked at what she saw. Blood and ragged hunks
of tissue hung from her skin, and she thought she could see the
bright whiteness of bone on a little toe. "Wha....?"

"The nanos. They can cut in and dull the pain if your brain
demands it. You've got about two minutes before they stop, and your
feet scream at you. Now, up on the table, and we get you injected.
Then you take a nap, and I'll take care of the bookkeepers
downstairs."

Renee woke up to the sound of waves crashing in the distance, and a
cool breeze playing over her skin. Opening her eyes, she saw that she
was in Grady's Imperial Beach house, and that she was currently
wearing just her panties and a light tank top. She sighed
contentedly, before the darkness outside struck her. It was after
sunset, which meant it had to be at least seven or eight at night.
"My gig!"

She sat up with a start and jumped out of bed. Dashing towards the
front door, she was met in the living room by Grady, who grabbed her
and swung her around. "Whoa, hold on there Dark Justice, just
where are you going?"

"I'm late for work, Grady!" she said, breaking free before
stopping and turning. "And what's with the Dark Justice bit?"

"Come here, take a look,"
he said, taking her gently by the arm and leading her into the living
room. On the screen, video of her spearing the last bad guy through
the window and onto the grass played again. Underneath, the headline
read
Second Horseman appears: Is Dark Justice working with
San Diego's own Horseman?

"They seem to like the
Biblical themes, don't they?" Grady said, leading her over to
the sofa. "I gotta give Maria Mendoza credit, she gave you the
moniker first. She quoted the Bible the first time she revealed it,
I
looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of
scales in his hand.
A bit overly
dramatic in my opinion, but the other networks ran with it, and by
the time the sun set you were named."

Renee watched the silenced video for a bit, then shook her head.
"Dark Justice may be one thing, but Litezout has a gig in the
University district starting at nine. What time is it?"

"It's ten twenty, and no, Litezout doesn't," Grady replied
gently. "I called the club from my lab after the nanos put you
under. I spoke with the manager, and said that you had a car
accident, and that you wouldn't be able to make it. The guy was
miffed until I told him who I was, and that I'd be happy to not only
compensate him for his troubles, but pay for a replacement to come in
and cover. In the end he seemed happy enough."