I don't know what'd possessed me to throw myself onto that ray. It was torture: like thousands of ants crawling and biting, but I had to do something, and at that moment, I saw no other option. And isn't that superhero rule number five? In dire circumstances, superheroes must make supreme sacrifices? I collapsed to the floor as she switched off the ray with a wicked smile, her maniacal laughter piercing through to my very core. I shook my head. Had I heard Jack clearly? Then I realized what he'd agreed to do.
Rule number five. Supreme sacrifice.
"So glad you see it my way," she purred, circling Jack like a cat its cream. My body twitched and itched. And she--- she was touching Jack, raking those long, red, slutty fingernails all over his chest, his arms, his body.
"You want to do it h-here?" Jack stuttered. "The f-floor is like r-rock."
"It is rock," I said, getting to my feet. "Cap rock."
"And it's c-cold," Jack continued, teeth chattering.
"Of course it's cold-- it's fucking Greenland," I said.
"Listen," Jack said to me, "you're the one who wanted to save your Great Aunt Emma! And you," he turned to Nefarious, "I know I agreed to this but couldn't we do this some place else? Some place warmer without an audience?"
Yin and Yang looked pissed. Not that I cared.
"Very well, we'll go to my private lair where we three can get comfortable. Follow me, but remember, one wrong move, and I push the button and no more Shag Island."
Jack and I nodded, then followed Nefarious. I felt bad for my comments to Jack, but I hated the idea of sharing as much as he did. I was trying my best to connect mentally with Jack, but it wasn't working. He was cold and tired and had an odd look on his face. Something just didn't feel right to me besides the obvious-- being held captive in a glacier-laden lair and forced to have freaky-sex with an insane she-demon.
"What about Mutt and Jeff?" Jack asked. "Can't we lose them?"
"In due time," she said, "in due time."
There on the other side of the ray was a set of doors.
"What? An elevator?!" Jack hissed, flinging his hands in the air. "There's an elevator?! Why in hell did we have to climb that ladder if there was an elevator!"
"More dramatic that way," Nefarious laughed.
We stepped inside, and the door swished shut.
Barry Manilow sang "Can't Smile Without You" from above.
"What's with the elevator muzak?" I asked.
"Something wrong with Manilow?!" Yin spat.
"No," I said. "Manilow's fine... I like Manilow."
"Got to tell you up front--" Jack said, "I'm not into women."
Nefarious rolled her eyes.
"Excuses, excuses," Yang mumbled.
The door opened to myriads of halls-- Nefarious' dungeon-- of sorts. No dark recesses. Only ice and rocks. We followed her through corridors until we came to her room. There, Yin and Yang parted from us. We entered. Her "lair" was like her, cold and dark and filled with sharp pointy objects.
She also had a lot of pictures. All over. All of her.
We studied the walls while Nefarious fixed us drinks. I kept close to Jack, when suddenly, he stopped. His mouth opened, eyes flashed back and forth from the picture on the wall to Nefarious.
"Your name is Lureen? Lureen Newsome?"