Savage Impulses - Story: A New Life

Savage Impulses

Story: A New Life - Chapter 12
Sunday, 23-Apr-2000 18:14:20
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Andrew thanked the vendor and handed one of the warm bundles to Sarah. She thanked him and bit into her all-beef frank. "Mmmm...", she offered as gratitude. "It's been too long since I've had one of these." Andrew nodded, his mouth full of a bit from his own foil-wrapped hotdog. "Let's take that walk now, Andy." Sarah reached over and placed her hand near the other journalist's side. His eyebrows rose a little in surprise, and he looked like he was going to choke on the half-chewed bite. But he opened up the crook of his arm, and she curled her hand and forearm into it. They left the vendor and began walking down one of the park's tree-lined avenues.

"Wow, what a wonderful day.", Sarah offered. "Don't you think so?"

"Uhh...yeah - yeah, it's a great day."

She watched him stuffing his hotdog into his mouth. 'Probably trying to hide his insecurity.', Sarah thought. 'I'll have to do something about that....' She then began cramming her own beef frank into her mouth, matching Andrew's actions. He looked at her, a horrified expression on his overstuffed face. She looked up at him and grinned, feeling the huge mouthful of fodd stretching her mouth into an abnormal but comical shape. Sarah couldn't help but laugh, and she felt very good when her friend quickly followed suit. 'I hope that helps cut through some of his awkwardness.'

"Sarah - - ", Andrew tried to say, wiping a tear from his eye and some mustard from his mouth. "Why on Earth did you do that for?"

"You looked like you could use a little cheering up, Andy. Besides, we're out here on a wonderful summer day, after being trapped inside the office. We don't have to be back to work for another 45 minutes, so I thought you would enjoy some time to just walk and discuss anything that's been on your mind." She wasn't sure if her idea would, in fact, work. She was hoping to get him in the mood to at least let her know how he felt about her. That would, in turn, make it easier for her to tell him how she felt. At least, that's what she was hoping would happen. They were off to a good start, it seemed. He didn't appear quite as uptight now as a moment before, and she was giving him time to become more comfortable with himself and with her.

He smiled at her, and she was glad to see some of his usual edginess had vanished. "You're right, Sarah. I have been feeling a little tense lately. This walk will probably do me a lot of good. Especially since I have such a good friend to share it with...."

Sarah was surprised (and pleased) when Andrew allowed her hand to slip out from the crook of his arm and enfolded it within his own hand. "Sarah, there's been something that I've been wanting to tell you for a while now. I hope I'm not overstepping myself when I say that I - "

All of a sudden, two burly-looking men came from behind trees on both sides of the sidewalk. They hurried to stand right in front of the two journalists, blocking any further advancement. "What do we have here, hmmm? Looks like a couple of well-to-do'ers to me.", the one on the left said, his voice gravelly but self-assured.

"Yeah, looks that way to me, too.", the other agreed with a higher, nasally voice. "I recognize the girl - that's the reporter that works for that paper, isn't it?"

The first one smiled, a cruel gleam in his eyes. "Yep, it sure is. Just the one we're looking for, in just the place we were told she'd be. We have a message to tell you, lady - - from someone who thinks you're causing a bit too much trouble. But first, we've got to get rid of this stiff. What we've got to say to this little dame is for her ears only." He motioned at his compatriot; he smiled, showing yellowed teeth, and reached out for Andrew.

But the 28-year-old Post employee wasn't going to just stand there and let these intruders do what they wanted. He was tall - almost 6'5", with a lanky frame that belied his wiry musculature. When the second man reached out for him, Andrew pushed his hand away fiercely. "Get your hand off me, and leave Sarah alone! She hasn't done anything to you!"

"Ohhh, you've got some guts, do you?", the first one observed. Almost before anyone could see, his fist was buried in Andrew's stomach. The journalist let out a loud gasp as all the air was violently froced from his lungs. "There, that ought to take soem of the fight out of ya. Here, take this loser over there and work him over a little, just for being stupid. As for this lady - hey, where'd she go?? She was standing here just a second ago!" As the second man roughly guided a shaken-up Andrew off the sidewalk, the first one began to look intently at the lines of trees and bushes that lined the walk. "She couldn't have gotten far, Mackey. You make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble, and I'll find our missing girl." He got a confirmation from his cohort, and then began walking towards the nearest set of trees and underbrush, attempting to peer through the green foliage.

Sarah Carter was sure that her heartbeat was going to give her away. She had taken the few precious seconds when both interlopers had their attention focused on poor Andrew to hid herself in some nearby bushes. She felt terribly sorry for him; he had stuck up for her, and had been severly punished for his selfless act. Sarah watched, her fear growing by the second, as Anthony was taken away by one of their attackers, while the other began searching for her. Sarah felt warmth spreading from her chest out into her arms and legs - a very particular and familiar warmth.... 'What?? This feeling - - I'm changing! But why?? I haven't tried to concentrate on turning into my Gammonian form!' Then something that Xris had told her jumped into her mind. Something about how violent emotional responses might unintentionally elicit her transformation. 'Unnnhh.... Well - it looks like - uhhhh - that's what's happening....', Sarah thought as she felt her body beginning to change shape.

Her eyes (which had instantly shifted hues from blue-gray to green) watched her skin gaining its own green tint as it started to expand as her transformation started. Her hands, helping to hold her still while she crouched, were spreading across the leaf-and-grass-covered ground, adding yet another shade of green to the foliage. She watched and felt with some apprehension at her light-gray skirt and jacket tightened up, as well as her white blouse, light-colored pantyhose, and black pumps. But there wasn't anything to be done about them. She couldn't take them off without risking being spotted by the hunting mugger (if that's what he truly was). Sarah just tried to stay as still and quiet as she could. Then she heard the sounds of leather stretching and cracking, feeling the soft grass on her toes. Her feet were outgrowing her shoes, forcing their leather to bend and snap. Her hose was also starting to split open around her feet and calves as their green forms enlarged and lengthened with increasing musculature and curvedness. The sounds seemed almost as loud as Sarah's heart in her ears, and she immediately glanced up to look at the man, seesing some of her rapidly darkening and extending hair flop down in her face. He had stopped, tilting his head, as if listening to something. Sarah held in her grunting as best she could, trying to remain motionless while her body continued to grow.

The man looked right at her. She thought that he had spotted her. But the he moved on. She looked back down at her swelling body to see that her pumps were about gone, her emerald feet in the final stages of splitting them completely apart, thickening toes spreading out across the ground, her heels stretching beyond the shoes' boundaries. Long, wide rends were rapidly opening in Sarah's hose, baring her green legs as they enlarged, curved lines of muscle developing in them. Her skirt was being stretched so tightly that she could bounce a quarter off it. Her jacket, too, was becoming increasingly tight - - but not as much as her blouse. Every time she breathed in, Sarah felt her inflating breasts push harder on the garment. She took in another breath and heard it give off a quick tearing noise; more tearing followed another breath. She lowered her head slightly to see the black fabric of her altered Gammonian outfit peeking out from beneath the blouse. She breathed in a sigh of relief, accidentally popping another button from the garment. Sarah always wore her outfit now - she never knew when a situation might present itself to use her powers. One thing she didnt understand was how it remained invisible beneath her regular clothing; the fabric was black and her blouse white, and yet one could not spot it. However it worked, she was glad. That meant she wouldn't be nude when her body was finsished with its change.

A louder ripping sound caught her attention, and Sarah watched her skirt begin to rip apart, her larger green legs and widening hips blowing the light-gray fabric out of their way. Her blouse continued tearing apart, being turned into an ever-shrinking collection of tattered cloth as her chest and back grew, revealing greater amounts of her glossy black outfit. It was stretching and expanding with her body, keeping it sheathed within the alien material, yet also showing off her upper body's growing physique and sexiness, her round, firm, and still enlarging mounds wrapped sensually within it. Those breasts finished her blouse's destruction. The shoulders of Sarah's jacket now began tearing apart, present her thick, curved green shoulders and upper arms. Her swelling biceps, fully flexed with the internal strain of her body's growth, were starting to create gashes in the jacket's sleeves. Most of her long, denifed forearms were also bared as the sleeved were pulled upwards by her arms' expansion. More ripping sounds, and Sarah felt her widening back creating a growing tear in the jacket's rear.

Then she let out a long breath as she felt the change peter out. Sarah was surprised that she had not broken any branches during her transformation. That would have been a sure sign to her apparent attacker as to where to find her. Her clothes, however, had not fared nearly so well. They were all a complete write-off. Her blouse was nothing but shreds of white cloth, in contrast to the black material of her outfit beneath. Her pumps, too, had split into piecesk, her strong and sexy bare feet resting against the grass and shreds of her hose. Her skirt had ripped up the entire length of her legs, with additional openings around her wide, curved, and covered hips. The jacket had a wide gash down its back, along with several in its shoulders and arms. Sarah made sure that the man searching for her was far enough away before slowly backing out of her hiding place and standing up. As quietly as she could, she removed her torn jacket and skirt, tossing the remains of her blouse to join them on the ground. 'Dang, there went another outfit.', she thought with irritation. 'That's going to get expensive if I do that too often. But I hadn't planned on changing, just as I hadn't planned on those two accosting Andy and I. They're going to pay for it now.' For a second Sarah wondered at her sudden feelings of anger, but analysis could wait until later. Right now there were a couple of guys who were going to be very sorry they ever bothered her....

Lang was getting upset. 'Where could that damnned woman have gotten to??', he pondered angrily. He had been hired to do a job and leave, not play hide-and-seek in these blasted trees and bushes! A minute ago he thought he had heard soem faint noises in some nearby bushes, but he had disregarded them. Now, however, he decided that they were worth a look. He silently made his way back to that spot and walked around to the other side of those bushes. He drew up short at the sight of some discarded clothing lying on the ground. He walked over and picked through them. They were all torn up, as if someone had deliberately cut them up, or had tried to put on clothes that were too small to fit them.

Before he could go any further with this little mystery, he felt someone grab him from behind. He let out a shout of surprise when he was suddenly lifted off the ground! He reached behind him with both hands and grabbed at the hand that held him. He tried to pry its fingers apart, but they were immensely strong - much stronger than he was. He watched as whomever was holding him aloft began walking forward, back out towards the sidewalk. "Hey, what're you doing?! HEY!! Mackey! Forget that guy and get over here! I'm in some serious trouble!"

Sarah listened to the would-be mugger she had captured hollered out to his companion, and she felt her full, round, dark-green lips curl up in a satisfied smile. This was just what she wanted; now this guy's friend would come out and leave Andrew alone. She was worried about him. 'If you've hurt him any more...', she thought darkly.

Mackey let go of Andrew, letting him fall to the ground as he ran towards the source of his friend's outcry. He reached the sidewalk and skidded to a stop. Lang was there, being held amost a foot off the ground by a strong, sexy looking green woman! She was wearing some kind of black-colored, glistening leotard that helped enhanced just how strong and opulent her tall, thick body was. Then it came to him. He had seen this woman before - that foiled bank robbery. He began to backtrack, watching with horror as she came closer, her long legs and bare feet eating up the distance between them with her long strides. He helplessly watched as she reached out towards him with her free green hand and hoisted him off the ground to join Lang.

Sarah wanted to check on Andrew, but first she wanted to know why these two were after her. Of course, she couldn't let them know that it WAS her. "Okay, boys. Why were you chasing after those two innocent people?", she asked with her throaty Gammonian voice.

"W - What people?", the one called Mackey asked.

Sarah brought him up to her face, her green eyes boring into his frightened blue ones. Her well-shaped green nose could detect the fear he had to be feeling. "You know which ones. Don't make me ask you again."

The other one broke. "Okay, okay, lady! Just don't kill us! We'll tell you everything. We got this phone call from someone who said they were working for Mr. Harris, the guy who owns that big shipping company. He wanted us to find this journalist, Sarah Carter, and scare her from doing any more stories about him and his business."

Within her mind Sarah thought, 'Michael Harris? Why would he need to hire people like these to do something like this? It doesn't quite seem like his style. Then again, stuntls related to this are just what he's being investigated for.' To her prisoners she said, "I don't want either one of you or your friends to bother these two again. If you ever do, rest assured I will know, and I won't be so lenient next time." She dropped the two men and watched them run off. Sarah then hurried over to where Andrew was lying on the ground. He didn't appear to be injured any worse than he had been. He just stared at her. She knelt down beside him. "Are you okay? Did those two hurt or threaten you in any way?"

Andrew shook his head quickly, his mouth open, his eyes wide. "You - You're that woman who saved the baby, right? And kept those three men from robbing the bank."

Sarah nodded, brushing some of her thick, dark-green hair from her beautiful face. "Yes. Unless there's some other super-strong green woman running around out there." She chuckled a bit, and was relieved to see Andrew crack a wide smile, as well. 'I think he'll be okay.', she decided.

He then began looking around. "Sarah? Sarah, where are you? Have you seen my friend, Sarah Carter? She was walking with me here in the park, and I lost sight of her when those two began harassing us. She works for The Denver Post, as do I, and I was wondering if she could set up an interview with you. You know, to find out more about you, if that's okay."

Sarah thought about it for a second, and then made a decision which - she hoped - would help Andrew...and herself. "I have a better idea. You said that you also work for a newspaper? How about the idea of you interviewing me? You seem like a gentleman. Why don't you meet me here in the park at this time on Thursday, and I'll answer what questions I can."

Andrew felt like he was going to burst. She actually wanted him to interview her. HIM! This beautiful, strong, yet sensitive woman wanted him to ask her questions! "Ahh - yeah. I mean, yes, yes, I think I can work that out, uhh, ma'am."

"Great! Now, sit tight here while I go and find your friend." He watched her stand back up to her impressive, sexy height and run off in search of Sarah. He couldn't wait to tell her what his next assignment would be!

It was almost thirty minutes later before Sarah caught up to Andrew. She had discovered a small problem: what was she going to wear? She couldn't just change back and go out there, dressed in just her ebony outfit. That would be a dead giveaway as to her other identity. But the clothing she had been wearing was no longer viable, either. So she had run back to her car in the park's lot, trying to stay out of sight as much as possible. Some people had seen her and pointed, but no one watched her reach her car and transform back. She had put on the spare change of clothing she had in the car: as short-sleeved T-shirt, a pair of white sweatpants, and tennis shoes - her jogging outfit. Sarah had then walked back into the park and found Andrew sitting on a bench, wearing a glazed look.

He heard her approach and jumped out of his seat, running up to her. He seemed oblivious as to her change in clothing. "Sarah! I'm so glad to see that you're all right! Did those two hurt you?" At the shake of her head he went on. "You're not goign to believe thise, Sarah! The green woman that everyone's out looking for - - she was here, in the park! She saved me from those muggers or whatever they were. And guess what! She wants ME to interview her! Can you believe that?!"

Sarah smiled, feeling genuine joy at Andrew's obvious sense of happiness. Looks like her plan had worked. "That's wonderful, Andy! When is the big event?"

"She wants to meet me here during lunch on Thursday. This is so great! Ms. Wayne will be ecstatic. What say you help me celebrate tonight, and let me take you out to dinner?"

Sarah was a bit taken aback. Was this the same shy, nervous Andrew that she had known for the past two years? "Well, I guess I accept!" He grinned at her, and she returned it.

To be continued.

Terry