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Trial, Part One

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"Hello, this is John Barnum reporting live from the courthouse steps in Downtown Angel Falls. For the sixth day, the trial of Ilsa "Genocide" Hauppman rages on. I see the police escort has just pulled up. There are four, no five cars and two motorcycles escorting the wagon. Lets see if we can get a question in. Ilsa, Ilsa, Is it true you killed hundreds for Nazi Germany? Did you murder babies? Ilsa!"

Swarms of reporters, cameramen, victims and gawkers began gathering outside the federal courthouse in Angel Falls early Monday morning to catch a glimpse of the woman who seemed to define evil and racial hatred for them, Ilsa Hauppman. Police were also out in force given that the small, crippled blonde woman that had been wheeled inside flanked by her 5 defense attorneys was accused of more than 18 counts of capital murder and a laundry list of other crimes including kidnapping, conspiracy to commit murder, racketeering and drug trafficking. As the super-powered criminal "Genocide", Hauppman was also the alleged leader of the organized crime family known as the 4th Reich, a private army of neo-nazi killers and psychopaths. With the head of their organization out from behind the impenetrable bastion of Tartarus prison, the AFPD feared that the trial might be their best chance to strike in an attempt to free their Reichsführer. With that in mind they decided to enforce more order from the public for safety reasons.

Already the atmosphere was tense. A group of about 50 "supporters" had arrived, behind a police barricade for their own safety, carrying flags of the Third Reich, the Skinhead Movement, and the KKK. They held homemade signs which read "White Revolution: The Only Solution" and "Death to Race Mixers." A large overweight bald white man wearing a black leather jacket with a swastika emblazoned on the back stands rigid in front of a throng of similarly dressed white males. His right arm is held out straight from his body as he boldly proclaims over a bull-horn, "White power, white power, white power! Sig Heil!" The irony of a black policeman keeping the peace no more than 15 feet away seemed lost upon them. A veritable spectrum of ages, skin tones and walks of life represented the incredible number of angry protesters, about 300 or so in all. Most held up signs with the Nazi symbol surround by the universal "no" and one clever teenager had a sign with Hitler and a gun under it saying "Follow your Leader". The media was of course eating this up. Hot dog and pretzel vendors had arrived to feed the growing throng of people. It was a circus complete with six or so literal clowns who threw flour in the air and screamed "White flour!" to drown out the hatemongers.

It was hard to imagine upon looking at her that Hauppman had once been able to transform into a gigantic, hulking brute of a woman capable of slugging it out with the likes of Fantastic Lin and Walkiria, or that she was also a scientific genius who had created wormhole generators and strength sapping gauntlets. The rumor was that she was actually an officer in the 3rd Reich in another dimension, the same one as her accuser the Soviet Superwoman, responsible for the murder of hundreds and thousands during that world's version of the Holocaust. As she sat in the courtroom however, dressed in her orange prison jumpsuit, she appeared weak and small. Unable to walk and supposedly unable to transform into a towering ogress, Ilsa looked calm and almost contemplative. The expression on her face was more that of a regretful and defeated woman than a cold-blooded killer of children and the elderly. Her deep blue eyes scanned the jury box to find a diverse mixture of eight women and four men. No television cameras were allowed inside the courtroom.

All save Ilsa rose as Judge Spicer entered the chamber and sat down. It was the 6th day of the trial and today District Attorney Mark Warrens was planning on calling Ms. Hauppman to defend herself. The courtroom and gallery were packed with spectators, lawyers, bailiffs, court officials and police. As soon as the proceedings began he wasted no time in making good on that promise as the wheelchair bound woman was lead to the witness stand. The DA ran a hand through his bushy, white hair and walked over to her calmly, hand folded behind his back. Ester Kleineberg watched from the defendant's table with interest, leaning forward with her right arm across the wooden top. Warrens looked at her somberly before glancing seemingly down at his feet, his eyes hidden under his great bushy brows. Ilsa watched him calmly, her hands folded in her lap clutching a handkerchief. She coughed hard twice bringing it up to her mouth and wiping her nose, which wrinkled back into a loud sniffle. Warrens finally looked up.

"Caught a cold Ms. Hauppman?"

Ilsa smiled warmly and nodded "Tartarus is not the best ventilated on the lowest levels."

"Well I'm sorry to hear that." Warrens replied in mock sympathy with his thick New York accent. "For the record Ms. Hauppman, can you tell us your full name?"

"Sturmbannführer Ilsa Köhler Hauppman."

"Sturmbannführer? Then you would acknowledge that you were a military officer in the Third Reich?"

"Of course, I have never denied it."

Warrens smiled softly, astonished by his good fortune. Hauppman was an arrogant Nazi bitch, just like he and his team had predicted she'd be on the stand. This case was going to be his to lose after he got done with her. Kleinberg on the other hand simply watched, mouth slightly open. What the hell was her client doing up there? She was burning herself on the stand just like Ester had warned her. Her mind raced as she tried to think of any possible objections she could raise to this. In the end she threw her hands up and sat back. If Hauppman wanted to stay in Tartarus until her execution date this was a great way to do it...or get herself shipped to Israel. The rest of her team looked similarly distressed. Warrens continued.

"So how many people would you say you have personally killed?"

"I don't keep count." Ilsa replied very matter of factly.

"Are we talking in the hundreds?" Warrens probed.

"More like thousands."

The courtroom immediately burst into outrage. Shouts of support, "Kill the Jew-dogs!" mixed with outrage, "Remember Auschwitz!"

The DA secretly smiled at the outburst. His knuckles went white as he forced himself to take a deep breath and take a sip of water. His heart pounded in his chest as he slowed his breathing and planned his next series of questions. Time for the kill.

Ilsa coughed loudly again and brought her handkerchief to stifle it. In doing so she also swallowed the contents of the tiny vial she had kept palmed the entire time. Her eyes widened as she brought her hands back down to her lap again shakily, the serum she swallowed already beginning to take effect. A wave of energy surged through her muscles like a bolt of electricity. She smiled in spite of herself, wide showing off her perfect white teeth like a sharks. Warrens frowned at her reaction. It wasn't one that he expected and something about the way she smiled made him very uncomfortable.

"Something amusing about that Ms. Hauppman?"

Ilsa kept her smile and nodded slowly, her sapphire eyes boring into his gray ones. Already she felt her muscles tensing and beginning to bulge under her prison jumpsuit. Her reply was almost a whisper and carried with it an air of dripping malice.

"I'm going to kill everyone in this room."

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Outside, Scharführer Michelle Fisher looked out at the courthouse through the scope of her
beloved Drachenjaeger rifle noting the five police sharpshooters positioned with spotters around the perimeter. Obersturmbannführer Helena Koch sat nearby whispering commands through a tactical headset. On the street was a tactical team of some of her best soldiers, each one chemically enhanced and armed to the teeth. She was almost glad that Keller was injured in a combat situation with FireBrandi and that Gottfried was busy getting upgraded by the Red Doctor. Neither one of those loose-cannon psychos would be around for this surgical operation. After a few more moments she looked at her wristwatch and made a motion to Fisher with her hands. Fisher nodded, bit down on her lip and took careful aim at the nearest sniper. A head-shot at the "apricot", or the medulla oblongata worked the best. One hit, one kill. The Drachenjaeger cracked five times as the rounds exited the weapon. Each bullet flew out in a completely separate arch to slam into the skulls of each sniper she had previously marked all at the same time. The weapon seemed to almost vibrate with excitement in her hands at all the deaths it had simultaneously caused. Fisher began to quickly take aim at each of the spotters in turn as Koch gave the order to move in, picking up the RPG launcher she had placed nearby. As Fisher reacquired targets and the police scrambled to respond to all their sharpshooters falling dead at once, Koch slammed a rocket propelled grenade into the side of the nearest armored police van, blasting out the top and sides and sending the devastated machine slamming into the side of a nearby barricade. Grinning she began to reload as the sounds of rapid-fire automatic weapons cut through the air followed by the inevitable screams and panic.

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The sound of the explosion rocked the inside of the courthouse, where panic was also beginning to set in. The officers inside quickly made their way outside to assist their fellow officers and the gallery as beginning to empty. One red-haired woman in particular made her way swiftly out the doors, ignoring the bailiffs calls to stop, but unlike the police she turned back down the hall the opposite direction and doubled back up a flight of stairs. Back inside Judge Spicer was banging the gavel and calling for order, making a speech about how everyone was safer inside and how this kind of depraved violence would ensure that the defense's client remained locked-up forever to rot in Tartarus. Ester Kleinberg began arguing that her client knew nothing about the violence going on outside, if it could even be attributed to her, and that such threats from the judge were inappropriate and out of order. Another member of the defense team actually approached the bench and began to argue with the Judge. Warrens sat back down and smiled smugly, confiding with his attorneys that the day could not have been going better...save for the explosions and sounds of gunfire heard muffled through the heavy walls. The gallery itself looked like deer in the headlights, ready to bound off at the slightest sound. The jury looked at each other in confusion and fear. If the attack to free her failed, would they become the next targets?

No one was watching Ilsa Hauppman.

The supposedly handicapped German gripped the sides of the witness box and ground her teeth so tightly together she threatened to shatter them as her body began to rapidly expand. Her eyes closed tight in a look of ecstasy and pain as she experienced a full body shudder, bulk and muscle already beginning to stretch her jumpsuit to the breaking point. Her shoulders tore through the flimsy fabric as her neck lengthened and increased in size and girth. The woman's face took on an almost bestial countenance, like that of an ogre or primitive human. Her arms thrust outwards becoming larger than the most powerful weight-lifter on Earth, with hands that could easily smother a man's face in the palm. Her thighs grew in mass until they rivaled her waist from a few seconds ago, with legs the size of tree-trunks. Ilsa staggered forward, pushing the witness box forward as she caught herself, the wood splintering under her grip. Any idea that she was still a paraplegic were shattered as the Nazi stood on her own powerful legs and bellowed in a low, husky voice. Her now massive breasts surged forward and ripped through her jumpsuit like twin medicine balls, shredding it onto the ground in strips of useless fabric. Her abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles grew out of control as she continued to climb in height and increase in weight. The creature that was once Ilsa Hauppman was fully nude and stood more than ten feet in height, weighing easily several hundred pounds of female muscle. A long string of drool hung down from the corner of the twisted, feral smile she now flashed at the terrified onlookers.

Genocide was finally free.



To be continued...

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The day has finally come! Genocide begins her blood-soaked revenge on the city that imprisoned her. This image comes to you courtesy of that amazing artist and wonderful friend of mine :iconhotrod5:

Soviet Superwoman, Genocide, Ester Kleinberg, Helena Koch and all the minor characters and the story are mine.

Walkiria is mentioned and belongs to :iconteri-minx:

Fantastic Lin, also mentioned, belongs to :iconvince3:

Michelle Fisher and the mentioned but not appearing Terry Keller, Jessica Gottfried and the Red Doctor all belong to :iconrolandgrey:

Editing provided by :iconcele7110:

The mysterious red-head belongs to....?

And where are Soviet Superwoman and Walkiria?

All will be explained. :evillaugh:

This of course takes place in :iconangel-fallsda:
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"ORDER *bangs gavel* ORDER I SAY!!!"