A diaper hero(ine)

Chapter 7
Diaper terror!

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Chapter Description: Julie and Karla will have to face a real superhero-level menace...

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Hello, this is Julie again. It has been two months since Karla started helping me fighting crime. We were at couch last Friday, with Mommy and Granny. “Diapered Boy and Wonder Boy: Heroes of our city”, the TV News Title said. My sister and I tried to hide our excitement because of the report, we still got the chills every time we were on TV. The reporter said: “In only six months of work, the amount of crime on our city has been reduced almost 50%... Coinciding with the appearance of the brave vigilante known as The Diapered Boy, and more recently his sidekick, self-named Wonder Boy…”

We almost giggle by seeing the female anchor reading the teleprompter, obviously making an effort for not to laugh. It became so hard for us to not do it when a photoshopped picture depicting “us” as two bald baby boys wearing a diaper and a brief appeared on screen. Granny turned to us, without understanding the reason of our laughs. But the show continued. The diary turned to a recorded interview with the police chief of our city, a young and handsome blonde man, on a press conference:

“Yeah, well, the statistics are correct…”, he said, a little awkward. “… No, I wouldn’t say that. We’ve been working so hard to get these numbers… Yes, the members of our corps are making what we must…”, he declared.

He was clearly reluctant on saying anything about us. But as the reporter pushed him so hard, by the end the chief –smiling with apparent resignation- admitted: “Well… yes on that… For sure, there have been a couple individuals who have something to do with the actual state of our city and… We the city thank them for that.”

That was the highlight of the month, and made me and my sister stand and sleep proud for the rest of March.

However, last week’s news were about a massive simultaneous prison breakout. They said 3 max-security prisoners had escaped, plus 20 career criminals of regular jails.

My sister and I decided to ser the goal of capturing every one of them and throw them back to the jail, but we knew our crusade was not going to be that easy.

Still, we had to balance our school life and family life with our superhero life, so we couldn’t really let our crime-fighting duties to overwhelm us.

Shikhandi itself told us that on a dream: “Being a wise man or a wise woman stands on knowing how to give part to every aspect of your life. In times of war, excesses might be inducted, but when you return home, it’s time to settle down. You both are doing very well so far, my fellow warriors, don’t get desperate on your intents. Peace will never be wholly reached, and if you have chosen helping on maintaining it, you must know to measure your efforts, so you could keep your promise for life”.

My sister and I were so happy on listening on that, and we knew we would stand together for life, helping each other on our war against crime.

Last afternoon, we visited, on our girl forms, that remote suburbs zone where I was attacked time ago by a band of rapists. We were so contempt to see that block’s appearance, along the rest of the zone, looked now cleaner, almost clear of vagrants and bad people.

It really seemed more light was reaching that neighborhood, there were buckets of plants and flowers on the window panes, men and women were outside, making repairs on streets and buildings, they were painting the houses, fixing their cars, reading newspapers, so much business and security.

Karla held my hand and we smiled each other gladly when we saw bunches of kids playing on the streets, those streets that only weeks ago at that same time of the day were shady and scary, impossible to cross without a feeling of hazard. And everything was because of us and our works against crime. Now, that neighborhood, like many others on the city, was blooming on a new life.

Our workload for every night had reduced. It was harder and harder to find crime every new night, so we reduced a little the hours we spent outside. Still, we knew we shall never quit on patrolling every night, so the villains won’t feel safe on committing their crimes ever.

Still, and confirming my fears, the difficulty of hiding our secret identities began to increase. Mom and specially Granny grew suspicious on us: Karla and I used to take long naps on afternoon, sometimes even skipping dinner, and she had practically moved to my room, we had to explain Mom and she couldn’t believe her younger daughter, who two years ago had begged for her own room and bed, now wanted to share her irritating older sister‘s one.

Whatever, Granny made her best effort on making Mom to relax (“perhaps Karla’s beginning to mature, it’s better now that they get along”), so she couldn’t stop us and the decision was taken to let Karla to move on. I’m still so in debt with Granny, because without her support, trying to continue our patrol routine was going to be way harder.

But still, I got so nervous when three days ago she approached to me on the aisle. It was late afternoon (6 pm), and I was waking up from a 4-hours nap and went for some food. I remember I was bare feet, my hair loose and long, wearing only my underwear muscle t-shirt (no bra) and shorts.

Granny was on her usual exercise pants and t-shirt, and we met face to face (well, almost, since she’s way more taller than me) on the corridor.

“Urh, hello there, Jules”, (she used to call me like that), “how are you doing?”.

“Um… Great”, I answered, still a little sleepy, while trying to escape.

She seemed to notice my reluctance and instead she approached. Now, I was unable to cross the corridor, since she’s massive big and blocked almost all the aisle.

“Oh, look at this”, she said, pinching my hair with her fatty fingers. “You should take better care of you, daughter”, she advised me, in a mellow voice I noticed some concern on it.

I felt a little ashamed. My hair was indeed a mess, not only because I had just got up from sleep, but I admitted I was getting very reckless with my appearance and personal health.

Then, she put her plump hands on my face, raised it with tenderness and made me look her in the eyes:

“And I think you’re not sleeping very well…”, she let go, with some audible pain and concern on her voice. “Julie, your habits are so changed, and they’re not very healthy”.

I thought she was going to insist and push me further, so I got scared and I decided to agree quickly:

“Ah, that’s true, I think you’re right”, I said, in a hurry, while moving forward. “I better put myself together”.

There was sincerity in my words, so Grandma only smiled, nodded and let me pass.

“OK. Take a good care, daughter”, she said, as I surpassed her and went to the fridge.

I could barely eat, and then I returned to my room. Karla was still sleeping, unaware of anything. So, I just sat down on the bed and start to think about it.

“Granny seemed very worried about me… About us… Probably Mom too”, I thought, while looking down to my hands. “And I had been hiding everything to her… How would they feel if Karla or I got hurt or…”

I got a lump on my throat. Suddenly, I felt very afraid, and guilty. I raised my legs to the bed, and wrapped my arms around my knees. Then, I started to cry, bitterly, while biting my lips to not wake my sister up. I was the big one, was I taking a good care of Karla?

It took me five minutes to start to calm down. I wiped the tears away, and promised myself: I gotta tell them. I got to reveal them my secret, no discussions. But… What would happen? Could they got angry at me? I didn’t know.

What would Shikhandi think? Would he consider me a coward? Maybe stripping out of my powers?

Perhaps, it is time to retire? After all, I am only a young girl. Was I really thinking on retaining my superhero up to an adult age?

Then, if I’m going to be stripped, what sense would make telling Mom and Granny? Perhaps I should simply quit and everything would be alright?

With those thoughts on my mind, I was left hanging on a string. Am I going to tell Mom and Grandma? When…?

I knew I couldn’t patrol that night. I told Karla I felt sick and I couldn’t go. She was upset about it.

“What?!”, she asked, with strength. “We can’t stop! The city need us! You will feel better when you put the diaper on!”

“Karla, please…”, I begged. “Just this night”.

Finally, Karla realized I was not going that night, no matter what, and she laid down on bed and cursed ‘til she sleep.

Next night, I put the diaper and we patrolled again, but I was very silent all the journey. There was no much to do, however, we only dispelled a couple gangs, but that was all. I felt a little calmer when we came back, at 4 am, but Karla didn’t cease asking me what happened. I had decided not entering conversation with her; while reliable, she was hot-headed, immature and inflexible.

“You are not sick!”, my sister admonished me. “Just tell me, you don’t want to be a superhero anymore?”

She had been teasing about half an hour.

“Karla, Please! Can’t you simply shut up? I’ll tell you later!”, I replied. I was sick of her, and sleepy. “We only have two hours to sleep… And tomorrow you have a basketball game tomorrow. You better sleep and let sleep!”

Karla had lately gotten into sports. I think the superhero job had increased her self-confidence, and the training also had given her better motor skills. Tomorrow, a series of basketball games for the city’s Pep Rally was going to be celebrated on my school’s gym facilities, and she was supposed to compete, but she was so passionate about the superhero thing she was neglecting her role as a team player.

I reminded her what Shikhandi had told us about balance in life, so I managed to shut her up, and I could sleep.

Next day, classes were partially suspended because of the event. Mom and Granny had breakfast with us, and it was quite better. I had addressed myself with special effort, in order to calm a little my Grandma’s worries, and she seemed to notice.

“Don’t eat too much”, Mommy recommended us. “You’re gonna play in the first game, you have to be light”. She walked next to Karla, who was sat down, and patted her head, messing with her hair, addressed in twin tails. “Do your best, daughter, and tomorrow I’ll make you your favorite waffles!”

That was enough for Karla to get excited. She was still sweet and innocent.

Then Granny came, wearing a tracksuit, tennis shoes and a whistle hanging on her neck (Granny was actually an ex-P.E. teacher), and told us to hurry.

“It’s 20 minutes, we have to be out on two, girls. Move those tushies!”

Like many other parents, Mom and Granny were going to be with us on the Rally, as it was an important social event, where they would meet other adults and so.

So, we washed our teeth on a hurry and got into the car. I was still on bad terms with my sister, so we didn’t talk too much on the backseat. We arrived at school just in time, and we divided to accomplish our duties. Mom went to the parents’ commission, Karla ran to get into the lockers and join to her team, while Granny went to the gym looking for good seats to enjoy the Rally.

I was about passing the entrance with my Grandma, when I spotted him. Short black hair, straight as silk, slender body, not too tall, not too short, and a round but masculine face. It was Darien, the guy from my class I’m secretly in love with! He was standing at gym’s door, giving out flyers of the event to the visitors; that was the commission he had chosen.

In a second, he turned to the direction next to me! I instantly blushed and got nervous, I had to stop walking and instead stared to the floor, with Granny walking next to me. It’s not that I’m embarrassed of Granny, but I felt shivers of her knowing the boy I’m in love with… What if he asked me something about him?! I would have to be true!

Also, I was a little ashamed I had no offered myself as a volunteer to aid on the event. Darien was so sociable and he was always working on something for school. I was kind of the social outcast, on the other side. What if he recognized me or ask me something? What would I say?

Of course, my sudden paralyzing was only going to incriminate me more. Granny passed next to me, and realized my doubt, but thankfully she didn’t say nothing. I hurried while staring to the floor, trying to cross undercover by the door.

“Oh, hello, Julie!”, Darien saluted, just when I was about entering the gym.

“Hi!”, I saluted, nervously, rushing my steps. I had to meet my grandma.

“Are you going to compete?”, the boy asked me, calmly.

“Ah-Ah”, I answered. “Just as a spectator”.

“Okey. See you later”, Darien cut, resuming his commission.

With my heart bumping, I got into the gym and looked for Grandma. Darien’s words still resonated in my ears; he was so polite, and didn’t talk me affectionately, but I still felt so much positivity from him to me… I shook my head. No! He always talked that way to everyone! I was not a special person to him!

I felt a little bad when I remembered Shikhandi’s words… I certainly had spent most of my efforts on clearing the city crime, so much I didn’t take care of what I really wanted, as a person and as a girl. I had never had a boyfriend, and I didn’t want to stay single all my life. But I know people were right when they said I was surly, and recently being concentrated in my crime-fighting career, how was I supposed to overcome my natural temperament and start getting a boyfriend.

I was thinking in all that when Grandma and I were looking for our seats, and after we found a comfortable place to watch the upcoming game, she seemed to notice my silence.

“Well, we’re the first ones”, she broke the ice. Then she checked her watch “The game will start in 20 minutes… Do you want something to eat?”

The gym was filled with hot-dog sellers and such, but I was not hungry, naturally. Now, I would have liked go check.

Little by little, the gymnasium started filling with people and the stalls around us were taken by cheerleading squads and other aficionados, some of them holding bright banners and pictures to support their teams.

I couldn’t help giggling when I remembered in the last weeks some people were suggesting changing the name of our basketball team, The Weasels, for a new one, The Diapers, and then I imagined everyone running around wearing a uniform with a diaper logo on it. While I didn’t think they were going to agree, I still felt very glad to see people appreciated my role as a hero.

But, my sight was deviated when we saw on front of us a group holding a big picture of my sister Karla. She was the star player of her team, and people seemed to be ready to cheer for her with authentic fervor.

“Wow, Julie, look how they love your sister!”, my grandma appointed. “How much I’d love you to be a sport star too, so I could cheer for you”, she said next, and messed with my hair affectionately.

Grandma loved sports, and that was her way to push me to be a sports girl, without being aggressive about it. Without giving it much importance, I continued scanning the stalls. Most of my friends and classmates were there. I could even make out to see at the other side of the court height my friend Nancy, with his annoying and obese little brother Juan. I giggled when I remembered the way I taught a lesson to that fat brat, and start asking to myself how could he had found the way to revert back to his regular self.

Whatever, it was almost playtime and the expectation was growing. After some preparations, finally the marching band went into stage. Everyone stood up from their chairs and we took part on the inaugurations. Then, there was the National Hymn, and the Principal said the protocol debut words (yeah, it was boring as hell), and after all that flash, finally the game was announced.

Under a hail of applauses, the teams entered to the gym by opposing sides of the court, and Grandma was not late on aiming to Karla and say:

“There she is! That’s my girl!”, she shouted, excited.

The game was about to start and everything boiled in business. I looked around the court and saw my mother along other housewives in the “assistance” team down on the court; their commission was getting everything the teams needed. And next to them, I got surprised to see Darien leading the cheerleaders group; he was the only male member of the team, and he was apparently the director and choreographer. Again, I was admired of his many talents.

The ball soon went on and everyone on the gym were cheering and watching the game, very thrilled to see if our Weasels or the visitor team of the Owls were going to pass to the next round. Karla quickly took the ball and ran evading two of her opponents, and the crowd went crazy.

“Go kick their butts, my girl!”, my Grandma said, getting up from her seat excited.

I felt glad and giggled like it was an inner joke since she was mimicking the move I made when we fought the kids of the mall, so, I was proud of having taught Karla something.

Karla quickly ran through two other Owls, and performing a precise jump, she threw the ball and dunked clean into a 3 points!

The audience uproar was incredible! My sister was a complete star and it had no passed 2 minutes before he scored the first glorious point to her team. The screens on the gym showed her running away to her side again, radiant in happiness, her hair waving as she eagerly moved. I remembered our fights last days, and thought I had to reconcile with her soon. But in that moment…

Suddenly, a perplexing explosion occurred at the entrance of the dressing room, next to the court! “What was that?!”, everyone looked around and some instantly jumped from their seats, when a strange maneuver began to take place on the court.

The hot-dog sellers ran into the playground, pushing their carts, and soon they took off their caps and white uniforms, revealing black bulletproof outfits. They surrounded the court and took rifles from the carts, aiming it to the roof and shooting a few bullets.

“Julie, watch out!”, Grandma said, taking me by the hand and getting up from the seat.

Soon, everyone was up and ran desperately to the emergency exits. But then, a voice sounded through the loudspeakers.

“Everyone, go out calmly and don’t speak anyone!”, a man announced. “We are here to take your city for assault. A series of bombs is placed around this school, and we’ve taken these kid basketball teams as hostages. We won’t give up until our demands are satisfied”.

Of course, people panicked even more, and none of them was calm; in the struggle, I could set free from Grandma’s grip (by feigning someone else was pushing me) and hid under the stalls, while the human wave took Grandma out.

I had to watch what was going to happen with Karla and Mom, I waited a couple of minutes down there, holding my breath, and I wrote a text message for my Grandma: “Granny, I’m OK, I was taken by a policeman”, I sent, and then I turned my phone off. There was going to be time to explain later, right now, I had to solve the situation.

From my place of hiding, I could easily watch everything: There were 10 armed men down there, plus one extra guy who seemed to be the Leader, or something. There, I quickly recognized them: The 10 armed men were those criminals that had broken out from the regular prisons! My sister and I were familiar with the faces since we inspected the police archives. And the Leader… Was no one else than Abdul Al-Jazeerah, a terrorist leader that had escaped from the max security prison!

Four armed men divided the prisoners on groups: The basketball players and cheerleaders, the assistance housewives and the principal and other educational authorities. While the latter two were taken to different wings of the gymnasium, the players were kept on the court. Then, Al-Jazeerah and another man walked away to the stairs that leaded to the media control center of the gymnasium.

I stayed on my place spying, and counted the criminals: There were three of them, and next I counted the players: 24… 25… I quickly realized there was one missing, and it was no one else than Karla! I knew my sister had learned to react quickly, and surely she was hidden around the court, it was matter of time to see Wonder Boy making an appearance.

There, under the stalls, I unzipped my backpack and started getting naked. I knew I was going to be safe, since the terrorists would never think anyone would stay on the building after they announced there were bombs around. The floor was sticky with soda and popcorn, but I sat down and started putting my diaper on. I had to be quick.

In my mind, I remembered the rules Karla and I had agreed with: We would act always together, unless an imminent emergency urged us to act separately. In that moment, I decided to turn my cellphone on, and I instantly received a text from Karla: It said “9-B”. I immediately got the message and crawled under the stalls. She had to be hidden under seat 9-B, and she had saw me.

Meanwhile, the players were being kept by other three men. Most of the members of the team were panicked and the cheerleaders were crying, but Darien was making his best effort on making them go calm.

I rushed looking for the seat, and suddenly my face collided with a spongy obstacle. When I looked on front of me, I saw Wonder Boy’s butt on front of me, covered with his heroic white cotton briefs.

“Finally”, I whispered. “What are we going to do?”

Karla turned round too and cleared me: “I was back there, I learned a little about Al-Jazeerah’s plan… And he’s asking for you”.

“For me?”, I blinked, almost forgetting to keep quiet.

“Yes”, Karla answered. “It seems he’s concerned about us. He’s right now broadcasting, and he’s saying his squad won’t release the prisoner unless you appear”.

That was so unexpected. Should I just hand over myself?

“We got to be silent and deadly”, Wonder Boy cut my thoughts. “These ones are the ‘face’ of the group, they’re showing on TV.“

“If we attack them first, everyone will know”, I added. “Then, we must release the other groups first, so no one will notice”.

Karla nodded, serious. I knew she was worried about her teammates. But we knew, things must have done in a certain order.

“Giving a simultaneous shot would be the best idea”, I proposed. “So, none of them will hear anything about the other, and the forces will be divided, Al-Jazeerah won’t even know what it hit him”.

“Great!”, Karla said. “I’ll go to the right wing, you take the left. I’ll release Mom, you save the authorities”.

“Don’t forget it!”, I advised. “Use the vent tubes. We will wait 20 minutes until the hit, 5 minutes to defeat the guards, and then we’ll reunite at the aisle leading to the stairs, alright?”

“Cool”.

We divided, and crawled until we found a place behind a column, each one opposite in placement to the other. By performing a flip, we landed unnoticed on our bare feet, and we were able to run towards the wings were the prisoners were held captive.

Both Karla and I knew everything about the strengths and weaknesses on every men of the terrorist squad. We knew they were petty criminals mostly, some of them very drug-addicted, they had no paramilitary training, didn’t know much about using weapons or performing team operations. While the risk of having someone get shot was there, we knew it was not going to be that hard to overpower them.

I crawled through the vent, knowing my diaper’s creaking was not going to be noticed by the flighty soldiers and I was going to be able to see and plan everything from there.

The hostages were held sit down on the floor. That was going to make harder for them to be hit. The two guards looked nervous and disoriented, one of them, whose name I recognized as “Steve Bills”, was a thin man with a mustache, and who was known to have a bad leg, so under pressure he wouldn’t be good at aiming, giving me a couple extra seconds to defeat him.

The other one, Rick McKrueger, was a dude with a shaggy head and beard; he suffered from arthritis, thus it would be easy to take the gun from him.

Steve was marching in circles, looking at nowhere, while his comrade Rick had a watch next to the door. A door? Of course! There was an emergency exit on every wing; so, if I defeated the guards, I could very easily release the hostages to freedom.

Of course, none of them were even aware of the vents, but they were three grilles I could appear enter by, namely the first, the second and the third from the door to outside. I identified a weak point on the vent, where it was only a strong hit necessary in order to make the second one to pop out, and the first and the third ones to loosen. That was going to be my entrance trick.

So, I waited until the 20 minutes we had told had passed, and calculated my move: 20 seconds were going to be enough. So, I watched “Limp Bills” was marching toward the center of the room, gave a short prayer, and closing my eyes, I delivered a powerful kick at the vent’s sweet spot.

The grille fell down with a loud metallic noise, and the hostages covered their heads and ears, probably thinking it was the explosion of a bomb. Steve jumped at, and very nervous, ran under the vent aiming his rifle. Rick took a couple steps ahead, to support his friend, while I crawled at maximum speed by the vent… And with a dropkick, I knocked down the third grilled off, and landed with gymnastic precision just behind “Trembling McKrueger”, and with a quick kick I swept him down, at the same time I snatched the rifle from his hands.

As I expected, Steve reacted slowly, and while he prepared to aim, I threw Steve’s rifle at his throat, knocking him unconscious because of the sudden loss of breath. Then, I crouched down and hit Steve on the head and knocked him out.

Everything was so quick the hostages didn’t have time to react and in less than 5 seconds I, a diapered boy otherwise naked was there, on the center of the room standing between two unconscious terrorists, telling them to go out in silence.

The authorities hurried to get up and went out by the emergency door, while I took Rick’s Walkie Talkie and rushed to the court to meet my sister.

“Mom is alright!”, was the first thing Wonder Boy told me as he saw me on the main aisle.

“Excellent”, I conveyed. “I released the authorities. Everything according to the plan”.

Not a single bullet had been shot, and we had the Walkie Talkies with us. With 4 dudes down, and 3 on the court guarding the basketball team and cheerleaders, there was probably only a sentinel left on the stairs, plus Al-Jazeerah himself, plus another terrorist (ex-engineer Barley Minfield) handling the broadcast systems with him.

“Al-Jazeerah must be at the cabinet with Minfield”, I cleared to Karla. “That leaves… Yin Chien as the sentinel guard at stairs”.

“And he has suffered of ear infections”, she said, with a glimpse of an idea. “That means all we have to do is…”

When we were on front of the stairs, Chien was there, looking at the aisle, waiting for someone to come.

“You do it, I’ll go”, I said to Karla, and got prepared to the attack.

“OK”, Wonder Boy said, giggling.

Chien was suddenly interrupted by a beep on the walkie talkie. He stood watching forward, took the intercom out of his flak jacket, and took it to his ear. In that moment, I got my feet ready to action, with my heart bumping strong.

“Hello..?”, Chien answered calmly.

In that moment, Karla took a breath, and prepared to answer…

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”, she screamed to the phone.

Chien’s sensitive hearing canal was hurt by the scream, and the guard fell to his knees, feeling weak and dizzy. By that moment, I was jumping up the stairs, and when the terrorist could raise his face again, I welcomed him with a powerful kick to his face.

“The road is clear”, I said, and Karla rushed to meet me. Now we only had to assault Al-Jazeerah’s cabinet and everything was going to be over.

We sneaked under the windows to see how the terrorists situation was. The leader Al-Jazeerah was on the center of the broadcasting room, with Minfield running the machines. He had red long hair and beard, round glasses and a handgun at his belt, he seemed to be too focused on the machines and therefore distracted to the other things happening in the room.

The dangerous terrorist Abdul Al-Jazeerah, a tall bald man, was talking by walkie-talkie.

“He’s going to learn about the releasing of the prisoners in a second!”, Karla whispered, worried.

But that didn’t seem to. For what I could hear, he seemed to be addressing to a woman in his talk, and he never kept an ear out of the intercom, so it was being a long talk.

“I’ll order another broadcast in 5 minutes”, the terrorist leader said to his mysterious interlocutor. “The diaper kid will be here in a blink.”

He seemed to wait for an answer, and then he talked back.

“What if not?”, he answered. “I think we’ll have to detonate a couple bombs, and kill a couple prisoners, ha ha ha”.

My sister and I got our blood boiling for such disregard for human life. We knew it was time to act right in that moment.

“We don’t think so!”, we said, going out of our hidings and entering the room.

Al-Jazeerah was so surprised he apparently didn’t know what to do or tell, and debated over taking his weapon out or cutting communication. Our surprise attack had been a good idea.

In a sigh, operator Minfield took his handgun and aimed to Karla, but I had already devised the strategy: I knew Minfield was prone to epilepsy, so I had jumped to the roof flashlights, and hanging from the beams like a monkey, I kicked them out, creating a shortcircuit. The powerful lights started to blink and went intermittent, soon it was like we were under strobe lights.

Al-Jazeerah was so confused he didn’t found where to look, and Minfield quickly grew dizzy, and started shooting without control in the middle of a seizure. A couple of bullets ricocheted on my diaper, and soon Al-Jazeerah went to a hide.

“Not so quickly!”, Wonder Boy shouted, following the bad man, and aiming a punch to his leg.

Al-Jazeerah ached in pain and had a step back, but soon he recovered and he went so angry.

“Oh, I’ll have to finish the job by myself!”, the terrorist said, and took out a hand knife out of a pocket from his guerrilla outfit.

“Wonder Boy, Look out!”, I warned my sister. Al-Jazeerah was not like any other criminal we have fought; he was well-trained in martial arts, and Karla was going to have a difficult a time… If I didn’t help her.

The Muslim hurled himself into attack, but Karla dodged two knife thrusts and stepped back. The leader was ferocious and had no pity on trying to kill a little boy. Karla waited for him to tackle, and she received him with a lucky jump kick, that made him drop the knife away.

Still, the furious soldier kept running at her, and soon was able to grab him in a powerful bear hug.

“That’s it, I’ll kill you with my own hands!”

Karla struggled at first, but soon learned she was unable to escape. The strength of his grab was that powerful. My sister began to shake her legs, in a desperate attempt to breath, while the madman rejoiced in his suffering.

“Now I’ll love to feel how your ribs start shattering..!”

Al-Jazeerah’s blood thirst was so intense, he seemed to totally forget about me. So, in one big leap, I jump down from the lamp and landed with my legs around his neck. When all my weight fell over the terrorist’s neck, Abdul seemed finally realized about his error, and loosened his grip on my sister, the right time for her to throw an angry and powerful punch to his stomach.

The leader received it completely and bended in an arc, in pain, while I strengthened my grapple on his neck.

“He’s so dangerous!”, I said to Karla. “We must make this end right now!”.

And with all my strength, I twirled my legs around his head, performing a headscissors takedown, that propelled the evil man to the window. The glass was shattered by the terrorist’s weight, and he fell screaming a height of 9 meters, until he crashed on the gym’s court.

After him, my sister and I leaped from the controls room, and landed perfectly on our bare feet and hands. Then we raised our eyes and saw the situation: The 3 other terrorists were there, watching with their mouths agape, while his leader lied seriously hurt on the floor. Behind them, and held at gunpoint, the Karla’s team players and the Owls, the cheerleaders and Darien.

“Surrender now”, I warned, with a very serious voice. “Your leader’s defeated, and the other prisoners are released”.

The criminals were maybe pissing their pants, so impressed… But they didn’t seem to be convinced by me. One of them turned to see his partners, but none of them put their rifles off… It was time to act.

Karla rose her butt in a flash, and with a quick sprint she ran and punched in the crotch one of the criminals, sending him to the mat.

“Shoot them!”, shouted who seemed to be the squad leader; he was a man with a bushy beard, long hair and sunglasses. The other goon quickly took his rifle and shoot a barrage of bullets to my sister.

Luckily, Karla was quick enough to react, but the kids began to cry and shout in panick.

“You shut up!”, the squad leader ordered, while still aiming to them. “Or I’ll kill you all!”

Karla rolled to evade some more bullets from the goon, but by that moment I had already entered in action, and with a gymnastic somersault I landed sliding on the court and grappled the man’s leg between mine. Then, applying much force, I pushed my legs together until I heard his leg bone crack.

“EEAAAARRGGHH!!”, the terrorist shouted, as he fell down to his knees, while he lost control of his weapon and a erratic line of bullets flew over the place, heading to the prisoners.

The squad leader freaked out and ran away covering his head under his arms, and in a second of thought we saw how the line of fire was just about reaching the cheerleader main girl, who was there paralyzed in fear…

“Noooo!!”, my sister and I screamed at the same time, while trying to run desperately to take the girl away… But in that moment, a blur made for us the job we could have never accomplished. It was Darien, who courageously jumped to the girl, taking her down to the floor so she got not shot.

My sister and I then looked for the terrorist left. But, to our surprise, he had dropped his rifle, and now had a little trigger on his hand.

“Hey, hey hey, don’t move”, the man urged us. “Or, I will blow this place up in just one second”. He looked desperate, it was probably his only hope to escape.

My sister and I exchanged a quick glance; it was clear he didn’t have the power to detonate all the bombs in the building. But probably he could make explode one on the court. So, we shouldn’t take any risk.

So, we hesitated and stood on our places.

“What do you want?!”, Wonder Boy shouted, angry.

“Hey hey… take it easy, boy, or I’ll fry you all with this button”, the terrorist seemed to be gaining confidence. “I’ll—I’ll tell you what I want, right? You”, he said, aiming to me. “The guy in the diaper, step back and join to the group. Slowly”.

I obeyed, thinking it was going to give us time to negotiate. As I walked back, I gave another stare at Karla, reminding her we had to avoid any explosion at all costs.

“Ha ha, yeah…”, the strange man said, as I joined to the crowd. I somewhat could overcome my shyness and stood next to Darien. “Now, you! Kid on briefs… Your turn. Go meet the others, and don’t try anything!”

Reluctantly and very angry, Karla obeyed and start walking back, until she joined us.

The guy with the glasses started smiling euphoric, while holding the trigger on his hand. Then, he laughed like he had accomplished something important.

“Ha ha ha, yeaaaah! I got you now!”

“What do you mean?!”, I asked, intrigued. “Your team’s knocked out, police is surrounding the place…

“You’re doomed!”, Karla spat.

I quickly interrupted her. We shall not make our hostage upset, or he could do something desperate.

“Hey, hey!”, I intervened, “Why don’t you just tell us what do you want?”

The man simply laughed again, excited, while the arm holding the trigger trembled oddly.

I feared something bad would happen from a second to another. And I had taken advantage of the talk to take notes of everything around the gym.

“Ahh, you… You have no idea”, said the crazy man. “I’ve done very very well… I got you exactly where I wanted you, and now I’ll be able to wipe you both away in a fraction of a second… Oh, my boss’s going to make so rich…!”

The guy was clearly nervous, but also frenzied about the idea. He was probably unable to process his excitement but he had some big fear too. My guess was that he didn’t know much about the bomb, or if he could survive… But he was doomed, and so desperate, he could push the trigger in every instant.

“Wait, what are you…? Your boss…?”, I asked, trying to earn time.

My eyes were dancing on the court floor… Until, I found it! A little slot on the court’s floor was apparent. And under it, I could distinguish a little portion glass; for sure, the bomb was just there! On the centre of the court, and we all were surrounding it.

“Oh, please… You just…!”, I continued. “Think about it! By killing a bunch of children…!”, I tried to make him reconsider, but in that moment it seems his stress gauge had reached the max.

With a violent move, the terrorist raised his arm, and made a move like he was going to walk away. In that very fraction of second, I knew we had to act.

“All out!!”, I screamed, and pushed a bunch of kids around me, including Darien, who was my first option. Wonder Boy did the same.

“SEE YOU IN HELL!!”, the terrorist screamed, and pushed the button.

Still, there were a dozen of kids around the bomb, and I had barely a second to decide. The lightbulb under the wooden floor of the court turned red, and beeped one time, two times…

I knew what I had to do. I took a short breath, and with all my strength and jumped and landed with my bulky diaper over the place the bomb was.

“Please, Shikhandi, protect me!”, I prayed on the inside.

The last thing I could see before closing my eyes was Darien, who was getting up from the floor, to run to me.

“WAAAAIT…!”, he screamed, in slow-motion.

I closed my eyelids and put a smile. He was my loved one, just as courageous as me. And I was willing to die to save him, and everyone.

The explosion grew just under my butt. First, I could sense a rising force coming out of the floor, but I put all my strength on staying sit on my place. I had to contain that entire explosion, no matter what. I knew exactly what I was doing. If the boom itself didn’t kill me, it would probably leave me horribly disfigured.

I had no time to think more about it; the sudden force of the bomb pushed me upwards, and after that I felt my diaper heating up by the great blast of fire.

“Come on!”, I shouted, grinning my teeth to stand the pain.

The diaper had cushioned the initial force of the burst, but in a bang I just felt how the power of the bomb torn it away, and with a flash I light I was suddenly propelled out of my place.

I felt like I was parachuted a couple of meters and suddenly hit something; but that didn’t put end to my flight. In a tornado of confusion I finally felt I had landed, and I was over something moving.

Little by little, I started recovering of the strong explosion, and began by checking myself. The skin of my buttocks felt sore and hot, and I was dizzy and disoriented because of the explosion, but apart from that, I didn’t feel bad.

“Uhh...”, suddenly a voice took my out of my thoughts.

I instantly opened my eyes, and I saw him. I had landed over Darien! I was literally laid on him, entirely naked. He seemed to be stunned too, and opened his eyes almost at the same time I did.

“Huh?”, he asked, looking at my face, while taking one hand to his head probably to stabilize his sense of direction.

I could only blushed, as I saw him wake up under me.

“What ha…?”, he started to ask. But then, we both realized something else. The fingers of his right hand wiggled, and I felt his touch on my gluteus. I had someway landed with his hand on my butt, and I felt weird at the touch.

“!!”, I could only gasp, as I pushed him with my hands to move away from him. He seemed to not understand a thing.

I looked around only to see the site of the explosion, 10 meters away, the players and cheerleaders running away to the emergency doors, and near of us, on the floor, the squad leader’s body, knocked out.

“Karla”, I thought.

I turned to the other sight, and could discern the little boy’s figure running away by an aisle, his white briefs well fit to his butt.

“Here!”, she shouted, turning round to me suddenly. Then, she kept running by the corridor. I got up as quick as I could and ran to follow her.

“Hey, you… Wait!”, I managed to listen Darien told me, while I got away.

As I ran away naked by the aisles of the gym, my mind had no time to process everything had happened in half an hour: We had defeated every member of that terrorist squad, we set the prisoners free, I covered the bomb explosion and almost died. And now, everything was alright… But… Almost…

I turned to a corridor, following my little “brother”, and saw him to stop on front of a locker.

“Hey, wait, please!”, sobbing, I screamed at her:

“Julie! Thank God!”, she said. We briefly hugged. “Are you ok? What happened to your…?”, she asked then.

“The explosion ripped it apart. And yes, I am fine”, I explained. “Where are you going…?”

“I got yours!”, she answered, handling me my clothes.

“How did you…?”, I asked, then.

“I had to be quick”, she answered. “I picked them up a little after we separated. I hid them here”, she said, pointing at the locker.

“Okay…”, I said, while staring at my clothes. I was surprised she had everything planned. “So, we turned back into ourselves and…”

“Let’s just say the true: We were left on the gym and we hid under the stalls, only reappeared after the explosion”, she elaborated.

“I guess THAT is the true”, I said, giggling, while putting my panties on.

“Be quick”, my sister advised me. “In five seconds, there will be cops everywhere”

“I don’t want to think how Mom and Granny are feeling”, I said, my hair starting to grow longer and mi dick disappearing already.

“You don’t think about that”, my sister said, having already started changing into a girl again. “I told you I set mom free. I took advantage to tell her we were fine.”

“Oh. Perfect”, I said, satisfied.

We stood side to side on the locker, putting our clothes on. Of course, we were not talking each other. Our fight had been a coincidence. Since she was so willing to keep on fighting crime, and I was more concerned about our safety, feelings and family. That had been probably the last time we fought together. Because, that day, our lives could have actually ended.

“I’m ready. And you?”, I asked to her, as I finished putting my shoes on.

“I am too.”

“Do we go?”

“Yup.”

We turned round and stood on front of the other. We saw in the eyes for a couple of seconds. And in that moment, we finally let it out. Like two twins on front of a mirror, our faces contracted, affected by the deep fear of losing the other.

“Juliee!!”, Karla called me, bursting into weeping and hugging me. “I was so scared!! I thought everyone was going to die!!”.

I was crying exactly the same, holding my sister’s face tight against my breasts.

“Me too, me too, Karla!!”, I answered, crying inconsolably. “I’m just--- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!! I shall never let you alone again!! I’m sorry”

“Noo!! No, Julie!! It is me!!”, my sister apologized, between moans. “You were so right! This ain’t no game!! We could got hurt… And Mom…!! And Granny…!”

Our fears were too much to be able to talk about them in those moments. So, we could only weep and cry and shout, as the police forces entered into the scene. And in that state, panicked just like every other girl, that’s how they found us.

 

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