The Ms Marvel Chronicles

I manage to open my eyes but all I see is black. I have no concept of how long I have been out but I feel very rested. Something tells me that won’t last very long though. As my senses re-acclimate to reality I find myself lying on a cold concrete floor. There appears to be no light anywhere and I can’t make out a wall or door. I can hear the sound of air coming through a vent overhead but can not see the vent itself. I stand up, legs feeling a bit weak as I try to find a wall. Once I do I prop myself up against it and try to illuminate the room with a burst of energy. It is at this point that I discover my powers are being dampened as I can’t generate enough energy to even light my finger tip.

“Hello.” I call out but it’s in a low, almost broken tone. My mouth and throat are very dry. I call out again in a slightly louder tone and this time I hear shuffling.

“Keep your voice down.” A rather harsh, and unfamiliar sounding voice, states.

“Who’s there?” I whisper but loud enough for my roommate to hear.

Initially there is silence but after a huff the figure finally says, “If you must call me something you can call me Superwoman.” The figure announces.

“Superwoman?” Carol replies in almost a sarcastic tone.

“Yes. And what do I call you?” Superwoman asks in a snarky tone.

“Ms. Marvel.” Carol answers now regretting her original tone.

“Ms. Marvel… and you were making remarks about Superwoman?”

Before either woman can retort the dark room is suddenly illuminated. The light is very bright and blinds the two women. As their eyes try to adjust to the sudden illumination the sound of a door automatically sliding was heard followed by the two loud thuds as two figures were tossed into their quarters. After the door is closed the light in the room is lowered to a more tolerable level.

Carol’s eyes finally adjust and she recognizes one of the forms as her protégé Ultragirl. Not wanting to give away the girl’s identity she nudges the girl and calls her by her code name.

“Ultragirl… are you all right?” Carol asks.

“C… Ms. Marvel… you’re awake.” Suzi says almost stupefied.

“Yeah… how long have I been out?” Carol inquires.

“I’m not sure… a few days I think.” Suzi answers.

“Any idea where we are?”

“Kasnia.” The brunette garbed in black answered.

From the tone of her voice Carol realizes that this is the Superwoman that she was talking to in the dark. Taking in her appearance the tall woman with slightly bronzed skin was as tall as she was. Superwoman was garbed in thigh high black boots, long black fingerless sleeve gloves, a strapless black singlet with gold trim at the bust and hips and a black choker with an S shaped medallion.

Carol noticed Superwoman sizing her up as well. She helped Suzi to her feet and addressed her original cellmate. “Superwoman.”

“Ms. Marvel.” Superwoman retorted.

“So where exactly is Kasnia… I’ve never heard of it before.” Carol inquired.

Superwoman looked down at her original cellmate. The young blonde was still unconscious. Apparently she must have taken quite a beating this time around.

“It’s a Balkan country, near what was once Yugoslavia.” Superwoman’s eyes found their way back to Ms. Marvel’s face.

“You’re not from around here… are you?” Superwoman questioned.

“What was your first clue?” Carol retorted.

“No… I mean you’re not from this world… this dimension.” Superwoman replied. As she did so she nudged the blonde girl in the white long sleeved singlet.

Carol and Suzi looked at one another, and then back at Superwoman. “What makes you say that?” They ask.

“Experience.”

Around this time the figure on the floor starts to stir. “Welcome back.” Superwoman addresses the younger woman. Suzi moves to aid her but a look from Superwoman warns the young girl to back away.

“Thanks.” The visibly bruised blonde haired woman answers as she still struggles to get herself vertical. Carol notes the discoloration on her right cheek as well as some welts on the flesh just above her cleavage. Her singlet has a hole bellow the neck and above the dip of her breasts, and it is here that one could see the various welts.

“They worked you over real good, did you forget what it was like not to have powers?” Superwoman asked her associate.

“Bite me.” The blonde said.

“I’m Ultragirl, this is Ms. Marvel… and I guess you’ve already met Superwoman. What do we call you?” Ultragirl asked her unknown cellmate.

“Galatea.”

“Well… now that we’ve all met, who wants to get out of here?” Superwoman asked clasping her hands in front of her breasts with a very loud smack.