Ahhh, silk. I never knew that being silk could feel like this. No wonder so many women like to wear this stuff. I could do without the lace on my hem, but hey... they seem to like that.

I can hear the soft swish from the dress of the lady that bought me brushing up against the bag I am in. It is an oddly comforting sound. I can smell the asphalt of a city. Not sure where we are, I was in the bag for an hour or so while we drove somewhere. At least she likes to listen to modern music.

"Hey baby, whatcha got in the bag?"

Uh-oh, that doesn't sound good.

"Nothing, leave me alone or I will call the police"

Another voice, this one deeper and more... electronic? "Police? I don't think so lady, your phone doesn't work anymore." A gruff chuckle is followed by laughter from several younger voices.

The bag starts to jostle to and fro as I am guessing the lady begins running. I can hear the cackles and whooping behind us of quite a few people. She is sobbing.

"Ok... That is enough, no one makes a pretty lady cry!" I exclaim as I begin to reshape and flow out of the bag and up her arm.

"AHHHHHHH!!!" she screams, not knowing what is going on.

As I reform around her and her cloths, I form up into plates of leather and silk lace (might as well, she paid for it). In a matter of moments, she is dressed in mideviel plate, enclosed helm and solid black sword in one hand. Of course I can feel her struggling inside me, but I make sure she is padded and can breath ok before I stop her and turn around.

"What the hell is that? You didn't say she was a nova!" Says a punk ganger with a silver mowhawk. It looks like the top has had so much gel in it that it has an edge.

From behind him the other six members of his gang form around him. I can only guess they are in a gang, since they are all dressed similar in cut off demim jackets and chainmail leggings. Only one stands out other than the mowhawk guy.

The one with the flashing lights in a collar around his neck steps forward and says in that familiar electronic voice...

"Lady, I don't know who you are, but it is going to take more than a stupid piece of metal to stop us."

He extends his hands towards us and a blue wave of light pulses from his hand in our direction. It passes over us and I can feel what I am guessing to be the quantum energy of it. But it didn't do anything... or at least anything that I could see.

He mumbles something that I can't hear and the other 5 gang bangers run towards us, drawing knives and brass knuckles.

I step forward to them rather quickly, (I am still amazed at how fast I can move when I really want to) and take them down as I move through them. A quick blow to the back of the head with my left hand takes the first one. A tendril from my hip takes one in the crotch and he falls to the ground in agony. (I think I heard something go crunch) Steping around the next, I take him and the one behind him with a pair of tendrils and bash their heads together. They fall and don't make any noises. The last one seems to be stunned as his buddies fall like leaves around him.

With a yelp, he turns and runs back towards the voice guy and his mowhawk boss.

"Whimp, You will never make it on these streets with a spine like that" the mowhawk boss says as he flicks his head towards the fleeing goon. The mowhawk, sharpened as I had thought, slices through the goons throat and he falls to the ground, spraying blood all over mowhawk and voice.

I think the lady has gone into shock, she has stopped struggling against my movements....either that or she is enjoying watching this. I continue to walk towards the bullys as the sword I was holding melts back into my palm. With a blood curdling scream (well, if I had blood anyway) mowhawk rips an axe from his back (where did that come from) and swings it at my head.

Without even thinking about it, I step inside his reach and place my hand on his face, pushing some of me into his throat and down into his belly. Voice seems to be a little mad, or at least he looks so... he starts to get taller and his skin turns a silvery color. The lights in the alley (alley? what are we doing in an alley) dim and his eyes start to glow blue.

Paniced, mowhawk wrenches his head back as he drops the axe. Well, that must have hurt something terrible since I quickly pulled back out of him and he started coughing up blood. I didn't do any permanent damage to him, but I doubt he is going to enjoy mexican food any time soon.

Growling, Voice steps over his boss and extends his hands towards me. (didn't he just see this?) I let him grab me, then flow up his arms and across his chest, releasing the lady from my form. She stumbles backwards and falls on her behind. Scrambling back to her feet, she grabs her bag and disapears around the corner.

As I flow up and around voice, I move under his collar and find a tube or cable or something. I flow around it and continue to envelop his body. He is pulling and streatching me, but not only does it not hurt, but it does him no good. Moments later, I have his body enveloped. and I whisper into his ear.

"Maybe next time, you will think twice about accosting an innocent."

I sever the cable that was connecting his collar to the back of his neck and he immediatly shrinks down to normal size and collapses to the ground. Since I have him enveloped, I stand him upright and walk over to mowhawk. I reach down and pick up the puking mowhawk to sling him over my shoulder.

Not sure where the local PD is, I walk down the street. That must be a sight....a man in plate with silk lace carrying a puking man over his shoulder.

Soon I find a local patrol and head in that direction. I wave to the officer and he looks back with curiousity.

"Officer, I need you to place both me and my parter here under arrest for battery and attempted rape. Our accomplices are 3 blocks down the street in the alley."

Of course, I was the one saying that since voice was unconscious and unable to do anything about it. The officer directed me to the back of his cruiser and I placed mowhawk inside where he sat moaning. I climbed in behind him and layed against the door.

As soon as the officer got back in the car and begain his report, I slipped off voice and under the door of the car. I oozed back down the street until I found a nice quiet place and resumed a more normal appearance.

Ahh, I think I could get used to this hero bit. Now... where is that mall?