BLACK VIXEN (in leiu of African American History Month)
Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 5:09 pm
This is contribution for this special month. I saw a posting somewhere mentioning why were there not any African American superheroine stories well, you got it! Enjoy!
BLACK VIXEN:
The dark cold night air pierced the ebony skin of the statuesque figure standing above the abandoned warehouse. Her angelic features seemed to glow, especially the red luscious lips and her emerald eyes shrouded in a dark mask. The wind blew through her long black silken hair as the streaks of silver embedded in them seem to follow past her strong shoulders. She stood approximately 5’11-6ft, and at 160 pounds she was no slouch. Her athletic body was decorated in a shinny spandex black body suit with a silver emblem at the center of her chest which seemed to resemble an awkward vulture or bird of some type. A long black and silver cape covered her back. A pair of shinny satin panties covered her firm hip line. On her feet were a pair of low cut type boots, black and silver. Her gloves were also designed like her shoes only a pair of metallic silver cufflinks decorated each wrist. On her waist was a black and silver type belt with various compartments for gadgets or some sort. She appeared almost like a statue as she stood quietly above the building. She glanced down 30 feet below and saw a group of men occupied in what appeared suspicious activity. She had been alerted that there was some narcotics activity occurring near the piers. So if so she was going to put a halt to it PERMANENTLY! Not in her city, not as long as BLACK VIXEN had anything to do with it.
Vixen looked down at the activity and her eyes seemed to burn within her mask.
She removed from her belt what resembled a two way listening device and planted it one piece near the edge of the skylight and another in her ear so she could get a better hear as to what was occurring. There were about 15-18 of casual dressed men rapidly loading crates into what appeared a large truck. Judging from their activity, they seemed to be an immediate hurry. “Hurry the hell up” one of them barked. We need to clean this place tonight before the heat is on our ass. “Or her” another choked. The guys shuddered when they knew what that meant. Black Vixen was going to rain on their parade.
High above Vixen heard enough. This scum was not going to get out of there at least not in one piece. Vixen removed the device and pocketed back in her belt. She took a deep breath and plummeted toward the sky light, there was a crash as shards of glass rained above and Vixen soared below. She dropped in a mid air somersault and landed on a box of crates, near the activity. She causally rested her hands on her hips in the classic super heroine pose.
Hello boys, having a party and didn’t invite little ole me. I’m crushed” she commented.
“VIXEN” they all shouted in surprise. “Well I see my reputation precedes me” she remarked “ Bad timing bitch” one of the thugs commented as they began to advance on her. “You’re going to find out we don’t go down easy” another commented. VIXEN faked a disappointed look. “Oh crap. And I was so hoping we would do this the, well there’s really only one way” she joked. “ICE HER” one thug shouted. In an instant
VIXEN flipped from the crates toward the floor as the gang charged her. One was met with a devastating right cross another with a gut shattering side kick almost could hear his bones shattering. Another was met with a left cross then a right. Another with a stunning roundhouse kick. Two came charging at her VIXEN leaped from her spot and performed a mid air split the soles of boots crashing, into their faces with the force of a battering ram. As she landed with the grace of a ballerina, another thug charged her head on. VIXEN cowered low and tossed his hulking over her like a bale of hay, he crashed into some crates spilling cartridges on the floor. Two other came charging at her quickly VIXEN fell to her back and planted both her feet into the thug in the front and with a mighty heave of her legs tossed him into his partner charging in the back sounds of sickening CRACK were heard as the both collapsed like melted butter.
Another tried to take a haymaker punch at her Vixen stopped him a vicious karate chop to his larynx ruining any chance he had to become the next American Idol and laid him out with a shattering uppercut several teeth dislodged from his mouth. Another charged at her with a crowbar like a deranged Errol Flynn. Vixen back peddled from his advances and managed to hop on to the back of truck then griping the overhead rung she swung out at him, the last thing he saw as two black footed feet crashing into his face SMASH, his face was nothing but a sea of crimson after that as he drifted off to slumber land. The scene now looked like something out of one of those gangster films after the gang was wiped out by their rival. Only a few remained either they were just plain stupid or just deranged. Another charged at her. Vixen dropped backward from him and shot her feet out, in a perfect mule kick the last thing the thug saw was glimpse of those shiny panty’s before and something black hurtling toward him like a missile before a WHACK was heard, a spray of crimson shot out pelting, Vixen’s shoulder. She winced. “Ewww gross!”
Another thug charged her. She stopped him short with a roundhouse kick that sent him sprawling. And another she let loose with a flurry of punches that turned his face to ground round. But she could get a sense that someone was not playing nice as the toothless thug big mouth from before pulled a glock from his belt. “e-tame, bwitch!
he sputtered as he fired several rounds at the heroine. “V Shield” Vixen shouted. And immediately there was an invisible aura around her that deflected the bullets as they seemed to strike air. To the thug he was puzzled as it looked like the bullets just stopped in mid air and dropped beside her as she leaped toward him like a rocket. The last thing he saw was her long legs and crunched up panty’s heading towards his face then WHAP! The blow knocked him off his feet as he crashed to the ground with his face decorated cherry red. Vixen looked around at the scene. No one was moving or they were slowly groaning. She picked up a cartridge discarded from one of the crates. “You boys sure know how to party” she mocked.
The following scene police cars, trucks were at the scene rounding up the thugs who were still conscious or who could walk while a crew removed crates of the cartridges. Vixen observed the scene with curiosity as an older grey haired gentlemen approached her, smoking a cigarette. “Don’t you know those are bad for your health” she commented. “So was my second marriage” he remarked. “Why is it with you it’s like World War III? Every time we come on the scene? He questioned. “What can I say” Vixen replied. Everyone likes to party and I’m the party crasher”. He took a long drag and discarded the butt on the floor. This was Commissioner Taft. Many compared him to President Roosevelt speak softly and carry a big stick. Taft observed the cartridge with a careful eye it looked like a disk for a PC of some sort
Taft glanced at Vixen. “You were right about these cartridges. They are disguising them to look like something else."
BLACK VIXEN:
The dark cold night air pierced the ebony skin of the statuesque figure standing above the abandoned warehouse. Her angelic features seemed to glow, especially the red luscious lips and her emerald eyes shrouded in a dark mask. The wind blew through her long black silken hair as the streaks of silver embedded in them seem to follow past her strong shoulders. She stood approximately 5’11-6ft, and at 160 pounds she was no slouch. Her athletic body was decorated in a shinny spandex black body suit with a silver emblem at the center of her chest which seemed to resemble an awkward vulture or bird of some type. A long black and silver cape covered her back. A pair of shinny satin panties covered her firm hip line. On her feet were a pair of low cut type boots, black and silver. Her gloves were also designed like her shoes only a pair of metallic silver cufflinks decorated each wrist. On her waist was a black and silver type belt with various compartments for gadgets or some sort. She appeared almost like a statue as she stood quietly above the building. She glanced down 30 feet below and saw a group of men occupied in what appeared suspicious activity. She had been alerted that there was some narcotics activity occurring near the piers. So if so she was going to put a halt to it PERMANENTLY! Not in her city, not as long as BLACK VIXEN had anything to do with it.
Vixen looked down at the activity and her eyes seemed to burn within her mask.
She removed from her belt what resembled a two way listening device and planted it one piece near the edge of the skylight and another in her ear so she could get a better hear as to what was occurring. There were about 15-18 of casual dressed men rapidly loading crates into what appeared a large truck. Judging from their activity, they seemed to be an immediate hurry. “Hurry the hell up” one of them barked. We need to clean this place tonight before the heat is on our ass. “Or her” another choked. The guys shuddered when they knew what that meant. Black Vixen was going to rain on their parade.
High above Vixen heard enough. This scum was not going to get out of there at least not in one piece. Vixen removed the device and pocketed back in her belt. She took a deep breath and plummeted toward the sky light, there was a crash as shards of glass rained above and Vixen soared below. She dropped in a mid air somersault and landed on a box of crates, near the activity. She causally rested her hands on her hips in the classic super heroine pose.
Hello boys, having a party and didn’t invite little ole me. I’m crushed” she commented.
“VIXEN” they all shouted in surprise. “Well I see my reputation precedes me” she remarked “ Bad timing bitch” one of the thugs commented as they began to advance on her. “You’re going to find out we don’t go down easy” another commented. VIXEN faked a disappointed look. “Oh crap. And I was so hoping we would do this the, well there’s really only one way” she joked. “ICE HER” one thug shouted. In an instant
VIXEN flipped from the crates toward the floor as the gang charged her. One was met with a devastating right cross another with a gut shattering side kick almost could hear his bones shattering. Another was met with a left cross then a right. Another with a stunning roundhouse kick. Two came charging at her VIXEN leaped from her spot and performed a mid air split the soles of boots crashing, into their faces with the force of a battering ram. As she landed with the grace of a ballerina, another thug charged her head on. VIXEN cowered low and tossed his hulking over her like a bale of hay, he crashed into some crates spilling cartridges on the floor. Two other came charging at her quickly VIXEN fell to her back and planted both her feet into the thug in the front and with a mighty heave of her legs tossed him into his partner charging in the back sounds of sickening CRACK were heard as the both collapsed like melted butter.
Another tried to take a haymaker punch at her Vixen stopped him a vicious karate chop to his larynx ruining any chance he had to become the next American Idol and laid him out with a shattering uppercut several teeth dislodged from his mouth. Another charged at her with a crowbar like a deranged Errol Flynn. Vixen back peddled from his advances and managed to hop on to the back of truck then griping the overhead rung she swung out at him, the last thing he saw as two black footed feet crashing into his face SMASH, his face was nothing but a sea of crimson after that as he drifted off to slumber land. The scene now looked like something out of one of those gangster films after the gang was wiped out by their rival. Only a few remained either they were just plain stupid or just deranged. Another charged at her. Vixen dropped backward from him and shot her feet out, in a perfect mule kick the last thing the thug saw was glimpse of those shiny panty’s before and something black hurtling toward him like a missile before a WHACK was heard, a spray of crimson shot out pelting, Vixen’s shoulder. She winced. “Ewww gross!”
Another thug charged her. She stopped him short with a roundhouse kick that sent him sprawling. And another she let loose with a flurry of punches that turned his face to ground round. But she could get a sense that someone was not playing nice as the toothless thug big mouth from before pulled a glock from his belt. “e-tame, bwitch!
he sputtered as he fired several rounds at the heroine. “V Shield” Vixen shouted. And immediately there was an invisible aura around her that deflected the bullets as they seemed to strike air. To the thug he was puzzled as it looked like the bullets just stopped in mid air and dropped beside her as she leaped toward him like a rocket. The last thing he saw was her long legs and crunched up panty’s heading towards his face then WHAP! The blow knocked him off his feet as he crashed to the ground with his face decorated cherry red. Vixen looked around at the scene. No one was moving or they were slowly groaning. She picked up a cartridge discarded from one of the crates. “You boys sure know how to party” she mocked.
The following scene police cars, trucks were at the scene rounding up the thugs who were still conscious or who could walk while a crew removed crates of the cartridges. Vixen observed the scene with curiosity as an older grey haired gentlemen approached her, smoking a cigarette. “Don’t you know those are bad for your health” she commented. “So was my second marriage” he remarked. “Why is it with you it’s like World War III? Every time we come on the scene? He questioned. “What can I say” Vixen replied. Everyone likes to party and I’m the party crasher”. He took a long drag and discarded the butt on the floor. This was Commissioner Taft. Many compared him to President Roosevelt speak softly and carry a big stick. Taft observed the cartridge with a careful eye it looked like a disk for a PC of some sort
Taft glanced at Vixen. “You were right about these cartridges. They are disguising them to look like something else."