“Morning, morning, morning, morning, morning here we go.” The echoing of a radio bounced around in the darkly lit room three monitors lighting it up. A fairly big chair was in front of the monitors and a desk littered with files and post it notes. Someone sitting in the chair was watching every movement on the three monitors, focus wasn't broken as they saw what was going on. However the sound of a voice on the radio made the figure turn and look at it, a few glowing parts displaying the time and the stations.
“Good morning! It's your host Neisan Harada bringing you the news baby!” The radio announcer seemed ecstatic, maybe it's what he liked to do when he was on the radio? The voice continued on with little things such as arrest numbers and the park fair starting, one though caught the attention of the figure.
“And in breaking news fashion, the First National Bank is being held up by three armed robbers, it's currently unknown if the perpetrators are elastic, we'll stay with the situation!” The announcer kept his ecstatic tone even though there was a crisis going on.
The figure focused on the centre monitor and rapidly switched the cctv camera until he found one. The picture was grainy but he could make out several cops as well as many bystanders watching and stretching trying to get a good look. The figure smirked and leaned back into his seat an audible creak being heard.
“Lets see if she shows.” The figure said smirking and chuckling a little.
Evolution. It's funny, the way things adapt to the world and what they do to survive are strange…….guess humans follow suit. 2019 over 80% of the world's total population has gained the ability of elasticity, many love it, many hate it. But those who take the extra step forward, well they're heroes. It's almost like a comic book come to life, well here's a comic book story for you, a bank being robbed, people taken hostage what will happen. Ready to see the life of a hero that believes she can save everyone, well reality is going to hit hard. These are the Tales of Stretchlass
Outside the bank 4:21 PM
Riot control was barricading the premises keeping those who wanted to see or get involved away from it. Most of them tried stretching past them but were met with resistance from the squad. Multiple flashing lights from police cars flashed in people's eyes and the sounds of police scanners filled people's ears. One officer was rushing past others weaving in and out trying to not break others formations, ones who had guns locked onto the building. The officer made it to a makeshift operations table where none other the Sergeant Casival Bracket was overlooking the blueprints.
“Sir!” The officer shouted panting and sweating from rushing to the table. Casival looked up and faced the officer and gave a look which made the officer tense up even more. He was well built, over 6 feet tall, had messy brown hair, and wore a trench coat with standard issue pants and shoes.
“Yes officer Marcus.” He told him as he went back to looking at the plans to the building. Most of the blueprint was circled indicating alarms that would give away their position.
“We found a way in without any alarms!” The officer shouted catching his breath. Cadival looked up and at Marcus making him get back into position.
“Lead the way.” Casival instructed walking towards the officer. Marcus quickly led him to the opening, it was a vent no bigger than 1 foot high and 2 feet across. Casival checked it and tossed a rock in it and waited for alarms, nothing sounded off.
“One problem is sir, we don't know anyone who can fit into that vent.” The officer said worryingly. Casival just stood there and didn't move until he turned and faced the officer putting a hand on his shoulder.
“I do.” Casival told the officer taking his hand off his shoulder and walking back to the operations table. Marcus was left confused, just standing there until someone taped his shoulder, when he turned around he was shocked.
“Excuse me, where's the op table?” A feminine voice requested looking at Marcus confused. He weakly pointed a finger in the direction and just stared at her in awe and shock. “Thank you!” She said gleefully and walked towards the table leaving Marcus in a shocked state.
The operations table became a mess and officers were scrambling to get things done, Casival was studying the layout while officers were becoming flustered. Then everyone just stopped and looked the same direction, it was a woman with a fair body, long brown hair with a cowlick, and an orange, blue and yellow suit walking towards the table. She looked around confused as to why people were looking at her, Casival approached her and put his hand out for a handshake, he looked around at the other officers.
“Hey back to work! We still have a hostage situation!” He shouted at them, all the officers scrambled and went back to work. The woman shook his hand and he smirked, and went back to the table with her following.
The table was beyond cluttered only the blueprint being shown all other papers under a mass amount of files. Two of the officers just looked at the woman.
“Y-y-you're Stretchlass!” One of them shouted not believing what they were saying.
“In the flesh. I've worked with your Sergeant on many cases before.” She gleefully said with a smile. “So what's the basics Casival?” She asked him.
“Three perps, five hostages and they all have shotguns.” He mentioned to her, she was also studying the layout of the building noticing the multiple “X” marks together.
“That's where they are?” She asked pointing to the “X” marks.
“That's the possible location, the hostages are close by as well. We need you to-” He was cut mid way with Lass holding a finger up close to him.
“Sneak in through the vent, take them out and save the people.” She iterated to him turning to look at the bank. Casival smirked and laughed a little.
“Never fail to surprise me Lass.” He told her giving her a little head pat which irritated her a little. He gave Lass instructions of moving through the vent and pointed out where alarms were set up. She thoroughly examined the print and nodded her head, she stood up and moved to the vent.
“Good luck.” Casival silently said as Lass started shoving herself into the vent.
The vent was full of dust and felt extremely cramped, she hated it. She was not a germaphobe but too much dust irritated her but she had to keep quiet. She slithered and stretched through the maze of vents passing over grates and openings peeking to see if it was her location. The vents seemed to get wider then remembered something that Casival told her; “When you get to the main area the vents will be wider.”. The vents became wider, wide enough that a body could easily crawl through. She crawled a bit faster passing by a few more openings until she found the one needed, it looked straight down to the middle of a crest that was in the middle of the main room. She angled herself to find the hostages grouped together being watched by one of the robbers and looked to see the other two working on the vault. They were talking to each other which from the height Lass was at sounded like murmuring, she quietly pulled the grate off and stretched her neck down enough to hear what the robbers were saying.
“Almost done, this is kinda getting boring.” One of them said getting annoyed relaxing their gun. One of them notices and lifts it up slapping the robber.
“Keep it up dammit! Or the cops will gun you down like a dog!” The other shouted sounding very agitated.
She pulled her neck back and was thinking on how to get down there without being noticed and being quiet. She thought to herself how she would do it, thinking of many possibilities until one stuck with her. She poked out of the vent noticing two were focused on the vault and one on the hostages, she then saw a pipe that she could swing to and some plants to hide behind. She thought harder and put her plan into motion, she hung from the vent and stretched her right arm to the pipe and swung across to it. She waited till she slowed down then stretched her left leg to behind the plants and pulled her body towards it, her leg reforming with the rest of her body.
“Hey over here! We need help with the drill!” One of the robbers shouted to the one watching. He walked away to see what the others wanted and Lass poked her head out from the plants.
“Psst! Hey get out!” She whisper shouted to the hostages. One turned around and looked terrified and mouthed off “you sure” to her. She nodded and mouthed off “quickly”, the hostages agreed and moved out quickly breaking open the front entrance to be met with applause and cheering from the bystanders.
“The hell!” One of the robbers shouted, one rushed out and noticed the hostages were gone and the door cracked open. “Shit they're gone!” He shouted, he noticed something in the corner of his eye moving away, he fired a round and hit nothing.
“That's not nice to a lady.” Lass said making the robber turn around. She disarmed him and slugged him in the jaw with a right uppercut and tossed the gun away. “Ah ha!” She shouted in victory. Two more shots were fired missing Lass, she yelped and ducked for cover behind a table noticing the two other robbers were firing at her.
“It's that hero!” One shouted still shooting at her.
“Let's teach her a lesson!” The other said shooting the table she was hiding behind.
She was panicking and tried to think of a way to distract them, she came up with an idea as quick as she could and tried it. She launched her fingers at them hoping they would go for those, which to her surprise they did. Multiple shells were fired at her fingers hoping they hit, she then stretched her upper body from behind the table and tripped both of them with her body. She disarmed both the robbers and managed to hold down one of them with an outstretched arm wrapped around him. The other though managed to make a run for the back door, she quickly retracted her fingers to her left arm and stretched her arm to try and get the robber, but she fell short by about a foot as the robber shut the door.
“Haha! I escaped!” He shouted in happiness until he heard the cocking of many guns. He turned and noticed about twenty trained guns were aimed at him and the one leading the pack was Casival himself.
“Want to say that again.” He told the robber smirking and giving him a look.
About half an hour later the perps were put into their own cars and were driven off, the sound of news reporters, cheering officers and muttering citizens filled the air. But Lass was sitting on a fold out chair, her head hang low and she clutched her knees trying to hold back tears. Casival approached her and sat down next to her.
“Why the long face? You stopped the robbery.” He informed her hoping her spirits would raise. She kept her head down and clutched her knees.
“I, I let one escape.” She expressed in a sad tone hanging her head even lower.
“Mistakes happen, I mean look at me. I make mistakes a lot.” He said hoping to cheer her up.
“But. This meant life or death, and it almost killed people.” She said attempting to hold her tears back.
“Listen. Hear what the reporters are saying.” He told Lass, she slightly lifted her head up and looked at the reporters. She heard things such as “Hero Stretchlass stops robbers” and “Stretchlass saves people in bank” nothing negative. She rose her head up and stood up, Casival followed and a look of happiness and determination came over Lass.
“I found my goal!” She shouted and turned back to Casival. “I'm going to become the hero everyone needs and save everybody!” She said with determination and glee. Casival looked at her and smiled and pat her head. She got a little agitated but wouldn't let that deter her, she stretched towards a light post and started swinging into the city, getting closer to buildings she grabbed onto ledges and slingshotted her way towards it.
“Go get em tiger.” Casival said smirking and joining the festivities with the other officers.
UNKNOWN LOCATION 6:11
The figure looked at the monitors watching all that he could the radio playing some music in the background. The more they watched the more they made a note of it, jotting it down on a piece of paper. The figure kept scrolling through the different cameras until one caught his eye, it was the camera in front of the bank but something looked off. Someone was standing in front of the bank with the most noticeable thing being her abnormally sized rear. The figure leaned back and looked puzzled.
“What the? What's she doing?” The figure pondered. He leaned into the camera and observed her movements into the bank, as the camera cut out and went fuzzy. The figure got agitated and stood up walking away from the monitors and to a bed not far from the desk.
It was littered with different files and pieces of paper, he brushed them off to the side and slammed a fist into the bed creating a fiat sized hole in the mattress. A news paper floated near the hole showing an article from 2015 detailing of a robbery that destroyed a convenience store. He quickly skimmed the article and ripped up the newspaper and crumpled it in his hands.
“That son of a!” He faced the monitors and just stared at them. “You. Are a threat.”
FIRST NATIONAL BANK 6:15
The bank was destroyed and in shambles, all the tables were smashed and desks obliterated to twigs. Many bodys of unconscious people were scattered around, blood pouring from their heads, arms or legs. Near the vault six guards were incapacitated and wrapped up in some kind of material, inside the vault was something else.
A woman was emptying the contents into bags that she had on her looking back to the entrance to see of any of the guards got up” but she knew she'd feel the vibration in her body because of her wrapping them up with her torso she would knock them out again. She kept cleaning the vault out however heard that there was the sound of a few footsteps coming to her. She put the bags down and retracted her torso her whole body being together and standing in front of the vault. Not long after another four guards pointed their guns at the woman, she giggled and put a finger on her bottom lip.
“You boys think you can stop me?” She questioned them taking her finger off her lip and elongated her fingers and sharpened them to claws. The guards just stared at her until one fired a shot that hit her but just went in her like a finger in putty. The bullet fired back out hitting the guard in the shoulder and downing him. The other guards started shooting at their shots doing the same thing but hitting other things. The woman giggled and slashed their hands making them drop their guns.
“You boys don't get it. There's no stopping me.” She iterated tripping one guard and punching him in the face into the ground. The two others tried to attack only for one to be stretched into the air by her right arm and slammed into the ceiling and the other stretched kicked in the chest and slammed into the ground with her foot. She dropped the one from the ceiling onto the ground and giggled, the guard that was foot slammed turned around and looked at her.
“Who….are...you?” He asked coughing up blood onto the ground. She turned and looked at him and giggled then grabbed his hair.
“Wouldn't you like to know.” She told him before smashing him into the ground and walking away. She stretched her right arm into the vault and grabbed the bags and smiled. “You did a beautiful job today.” She said looking at her huge rear giving it a little slap and giggling after. She exited the bank and stretched off away from the city, leaving behind on one of the six original guards her call sign. “N”.
CHPT 1 End