Message-ID: <4205eli$9709181750@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Hell Hath No Fury by Darkside Part Two 1/4 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970918180701.OAA23948@ladder01.news.aol.com> Birth Of Nemesis - Fury Part II . ================================= By Darkside(darkside@nym.alias.net) Note from the author This is the prequel to 'Hell Hath No Fury'. I REALLY recommend you read that first before this story but hopefully you can pick things up as you go along. I’ll willingly mail you a copy if you missed it. MANY thanks to Vickie Tern for her advice and encouragement. Also Many Thanks to Stephanie for doing such a great job of proofing the story. Birth Of Nemesis - Fury Part II . ================================= The taxi slowly drew off, taking my love away. As the day died and turned into night my heart did the same. How could he do this to me? What was it about me that he hated so much as to take my heart and rip it to shreds and then leave it beating on the ground. His words 'I'm sorry Elizabeth I can't marry you. You are the most wonderful lady I have ever known, but I don't love you and I must tell you this to save our heartache later.' Embedded themselves into me forever. All I could do was sob. Me, a brilliant doctor with an IQ of 160 reduced to a humiliating heap of shattered dreams. I can usually give as good as I get, but my very weak reply, 'You will marry me, you will marry me' made me look like an imbecilic fool. His parents were there looking sad, but understanding, the guests just looked confused and my mom and dad glared at the taxi with hate. Dad came up to me, put an arm around my shoulder and said, 'Come on honey, let's go home.' 'OK,' was all I could sob. The limo took me back to mom's house. My mind was completely numb. I missed him, I missed his smile, his hair and basically everything about him. He was SUPPOSED to be here with me, SUPPOSED to go on honeymoon with me, SUPPOSED to be with me forever but now all that was gone. I took off my wedding dress, and the little 'surprises' that every bride prepares for her husband, and threw them into a corner. Why was I still crying? Why had he done this do me? Did he hate me so much? The questions kept coming but always there was 'Why?'. Around 1 am I drifted into a fitful, restless sleep, almost afraid of the dreams I would have. The next day mom came in. Her face was stained by tears, her eyes red and a distinct look of fury in her eyes. She hugged me 'All men are bastards,' she said. 'I know that now,' I replied. 'If you want to talk we're here for you,' she comforted. 'I'll be okay, I just hurt that's all. Mom, Why did he do it?' 'Sorry, I can't answer that, only he can.' She answered. 'I feel I want to rip his head off for what he's done to me,' I sobbed angrily. 'Don't worry dear, that's only natural. You'll get over it and find someone else. Just remember, we're here for you,' Mom said in her kindest tone. Mooching around the house would do me no good. I had to keep busy. 'Tell Dad I'll see him tomorrow,' I said. 'You don't have to go in, That's the good thing about working for pop,' mom said. The concern evident in her voice. 'Mom, I want to. My patients need me. Dad needs me' 'Fine I'll tell him,' she said. Dad's hospital was quite large and I enjoyed working there. I guess my natural talent was in research, but I preferred to be amongst people. After all, what good was a doctor if she couldn't heal the sick?. My fellow doctors were very sympathetic, but for all their platitudes they could not help the pain and loss that dominated my every waking moment. Even in my dreams the events of the past would not lie down. Instead of being a handsome, loving person like I knew him to be he became demonised in my dreams. His sweet face and kind eyes became those of pure evil. How I missed him. How I would wreak vengeance on him, if I could. A few weeks later, I lost a patient for the first time in months. It was a small girl who had fallen from a cliff. All my experience could not save her. As she died the life force seemed to seep out of her, leaving her small, innocent body behind. I hate it when a patient dies. It takes me ages to get over it. Combined with my failure in my relationships and now this means that everything I do is a failure. As a doctor I could get any substance I wished, but I knew the minute I prescribed myself something potentially lethal dad would find out and stop me. So I chose an easier method. I had always been wary of guns and had hated them all my life. Now dad's colt that I held in my hand was going to be my salvation. I had written a farewell note and had placed it on my small, bedside table for anyone to find. I was wearing my wedding dress again and took a last look around outside at the sun shining before I pulled the trigger. Click, Click, Click. My fingers frantically squeezed the trigger. Quick check the ammo. Hmm, all there. What about the mechanism? Seems OK. Firing pin?. Fuck, not there. At that moment both Mom and Dad rushed in. 'Thank God!' Mom said. 'Why?' Dad asked. Concern showing thru his blue/gray eyes. I broke down into tears. As I wept my parents held me close, whispering comforting nothings in my ear. As my tears mixed with the rest of my family's the sky clouded over, an omen to the passing of something. Sometime later, I couldn't say I could finally speak and asked 'How did you know?' 'Know what?' Mom said. 'That I was going to try and kill myself.' 'We didn't right away, but something told me you wasn't right' Mom said again the relief showing in her face. 'But the gun?' I asked. 'I rendered it harmless ages ago,' Dad answered. 'Your father and I have been thinking,' Mom said. 'Oh yes?' I replied. 'Well we are both about retirement age and before all this happened your dad was thinking of selling the hospital and retiring.' 'I thought you were happy?' I asked dad. 'I am but my daughters happiness comes first. I must spend more time with you to make you see that you are worth it.' Dad said. Tears began to well up again as I sniffed. 'Thanks 'old man. When are you going to sell?' 'Already done,' he answered. 'As I said I had put some plans in motion and fortunately they have matured at the right time.' 'So where does that leave us?' I asked. 'About $400 million better off.' 'What!!!!!' I had no idea dad was so rich. 'I had other fingers in many pies and your mom and I decided that we should keep hold of most of it, less about 20 million to do with as you will. The rest we will invest in some 'pies' I have left over.' 'So I am now out of a job?' 'Not really you can now do anything you want and I know how much you want to have another go at research.' Mom added. 'But I liked healing people,' I replied. 'Hear us out,' Dad said. 'OK.' I said a little suspicious as my parents had tried to rule my life before. 'One of my 'pies' was a state of the art research lab about 50 miles from here. It needs a new manager for some very special work.' 'What sort of work?' He handed me today's USA Today. Inside Page 2 was a column in highlighted pen. 'US LAB PUTS THE FINAL PIECES IN HUMAN GENOME JIGSAW The same lab which mapped out cat, dog, mouse and cod genes last year today completed the last great puzzle of human biology...' 'You did it!' I exclaimed. 'This is the holy grail of medicine and biology!' I enthused. 'Think of the possibilities. You still interested?' Dad said. 'Sign me up!' The Human gene. Mapped out! Every part which makes us human, which makes us who we are found, described and catalogued, and we, and only we, had it! A couple of months later I had finally got the hang of running the place. I liked to run things with an informal style, but with enough discipline to make the work happen. I did however beef up security, only a very few people knew the whole picture (let me see...James, Cathline, Vickie and myself). Everyone else worked in cell groups. We were concentrating our efforts in the field of stopping cancerous growths when James (one of my key researchers) came running up to me. 'Liz, look at this,' he panted as he hand me some photos. 'Nothing special about these. These are just cheek cells,' I said. 'Yes, but an hour ago these were cancerous cheek cells.' he added. 'No, There's some mistake. These have never been cancerous.' I said. 'Follow me,' he said. I followed him to Lab 192-A which was where he worked. Looking around at the excited faces I knew that this was no mistake. 'Look in here,' James said pointing me to a microscope. 'These are just cancerous cells,' I said. 'Watch.' He put a single drop of clear liquid onto the slide. Before my eyes the cells changed. The cancer was removed and the cells became healthy once more. 'Fucking incredible!' I said, beginning to share their excitement. 'There's only one problem,' James added. 'Let me guess. It's very expensive?' 'Not really. But we can't get it to work on it's own DNA. The process seems to replace whatever DNA is there in the first place with that it is given.' James explained. 'So we have a cure for cancer but it the cure will re-write the DNA of the person we give it to?' 'That's about it,' James confirmed. 'Excellent work! I'll divert all staff from their projects onto this one.' Three months later and still the side effect remained. The process just would not work unless it could re-write the DNA. Time to take stock. My professional life was great. I had the means to cure millions if only we could work around this one thing. My social life was dead, just as inside I still felt dead. My dreams began to haunt my waking hours and my heart slowly turned from love to hate as the poisonous dreams continued. Laying awake one night still thinking about our wonder cure, I began to wonder if we hadn't hit on the ultimate in plastic and reconstructive surgery as well as a cancer cure. The next day I put it to my staff. 'Great Idea, Liz!' was the general consensus. 'I have one reservation,' James said. 'What's that?' I asked. 'The cancer cure should still be number one.' 'Agreed, I'll take a couple of hundred of you off the cancer project and onto this one. James I want you to head the cancer cure and I'll take the other.' James blushed and seemed to swell with pride at his new promotion. He had earned it. Another month past. The problem with the surgery project was getting the DNA to only re-write selected parts of the body. It either worked on a small part or ran rampant thru the entire cell structure and ended destroying it totally. Two months after that we had it and were ready for a test. I managed to 'acquire' a small poodle like dog from the pound and told the rest of my staff my plan. 'You're sick!' Cathline said. 'Why? I hate dogs and this one was going to die anyway. If this works we know we have it cracked.' I injected the dog in the base of the neck and let it run around it's pen for a while. I didn't have to wait long as the dog started to yelp and whimper. We watched in amazement as the dogs nose began to flatten and it's face became rounder. The ears shrank and became pointed. Whiskers formed and the eyes changed from brown to green. Seconds after it had started the transformation was complete. The Dog (if that is what it still was) looked at us with a cat's head. It woofed a few times before resuming it's exploration of it's cage. The sight of seeing a dog walking round with a cats head was very amusing and even the prim and proper Cathline found it funny. 'We did it!' Cathline breathed. 'The Dog still thinks it's a dog which means the brain is intact. We really did it!' I said. The process was actually very easy to adapt to humans but how to make it into a product that we could sell. I employed several hundred programmers to build me a graphical interface for the production method so that it could extract certain features from a DNA strand and allow the correct sequence to be produced. It was a bit like those match the heads and bodies games from when I was a kid but much, much more complex. More trials with turning cats into dogs, bits of dog and cat mixed with mouse proved the interface worked like a dream. All that remained was to try it on a human, but who? I knew the FDA would take years to approve this process but I could not wait. By this time 18 months had passed. Around this time, James came to me with some disturbing news. He had been diagnosed as having testicular cancer. 'How far along is your cure?' I asked him. 'Not far enough to save me. We have just about cured cervical cancer but not this one. We got the fixer working just last week.' 'We could use you as our trial for the reconstructive surgery treatment. That should cure you and you are the best researcher I have known and would hate to lose you,' I said. 'Thanks, but I've seen the results of your handi-work. What do you call those thing's you've made?' 'Cogs or Dats, depending on which is most dominant.' 'Can it really work?' he asked. 'I am 98% sure it can, after all what have you got to lose.' 'OK, I'll do it!' Finding a sample of tissue was not difficult, as was tailoring the drug using the new interface so a few days later I put sample 17645554-A on the bench ready to inject into James. The next day James came in ready to try it out. 'Cathline, pass me James's sample over there.' 'What's the number,' She asked. Quickly checking my notebook I said '17645554-A.' She handed it do me. 'Sure you want to do this?' I asked. 'Go for it' He said. And I injected the liquid into him. 'Feel anything?' I asked. 'Nope, just a little warm and tingly down there.' 'I have mixed in a sedative which should help you relax and reduce any pain' As I said this James fell asleep. Two hours later, James awoke. 'Did it work?' he asked. 'You no longer have testicular cancer,' I said grimly. 'Then why so sad?' He asked. 'Reach down under your gown and tell me what you feel' I said. James was now suspicious so he did so. Twenty seconds later the scream could be heard two floors up. 'How did this happen?!' he sobbed. 'The samples got mixed up. I should have given you 17645554-A but instead I gave you 17645544-A' I said. 'Bitch!' he hissed. 'I was supposed to be getting married next year and now look at me. Am I James or Jane now?' 'Don't tell me about getting married! Look, I'm sorry about the mix-up. Having a pussy's really not so bad. At least you'll still be alive.' 'Who's was it' James/Jane asked? 'Actually sample 17645544-A was Cathline's. She had agreed to give me a sample of her vaginal tissue to give to your cervical cancer cure,' I said. 'Just leave me alone,' James/Jane said. 'OK,' I said and I left the room. Looking on the monitor I saw James/Jane put his hand under his gown again. I saw the small movements under the cloth as his fingers caressed his, or rather Cathline's, genitals. His face flushed red as the pleasure obviously began to sweep over him. I could see his pants become more regular as he reached the point of orgasm. When it came his body seemed to shake with the pleasure. When morning came I went in to see how James was doing. 'Enjoyed watching me last night did you?' He asked. 'I'm no voyeur, but you did seem to like it,' I said. 'I could get used to it in a while, but am I James Or Jane?' 'That's for you to decide. You are still male in all but one thing, but female in perhaps one of the most important.' 'Can you change me back?' 'Never tried it, but I'll have a go' 'How long will it take?' James/Jane asked. 'I've no idea. We've never tried to alter the genetic structure twice but I see no reason why it shouldn't work. I'll go and get the sample I took for you yesterday.' 'Make sure it's the right one this time. I don't want to *be* Cathline. It's bad enough having her pussy.' 'I'll be careful,' and I walked out of the door. Fortunately sample 17645554-A was still there and I injected it into him. Four hours later there was no change. 'How long before it works?' James/Jane asked. 'It should have worked by now' I said. A horrible thought struck me and I rushed out of the room. I returned an hour later and said to James/Jane. 'I'm sorry, Cathline's Sample had been treated with the fixer. There's nothing we can do.' The fixer was an protein that prevented further changes to the genetic makeup to ensure a cancer did not reappear. Once 'fixed' the genetic makeup for that particular part could not be altered. James/Jane began to sob. 'I need some time off. Time off to get used to this, time to tell my fiancee,' James/Jane explained. 'Take as long as you like,' I said. It was two weeks after James/Jane left that my world fell apart again. Just when I thought that I was getting back to myself again, fate intervened to stop all that. I was due at a conference on the West coast and was taking the opportunity to relax by driving there. At about 10pm I passed by a motel in some small non-descript Mid-West town and feeling tired I checked in. My dreams were even more vivid than normal and I found that I could not sleep. Wide awake at 1am my thoughts began to turn to HIM again. I had been so involved in my work recently especially with the plight of poor James that I only thought about HIM during the night. Unable to sleep and wanting some air I decided to go for a walk and maybe catch a late night movie. Although the town was small it did at least have a movie theatre. There was some bad movie on about Martians attacking the earth. The thing that made me look was the poster showing a girls head on a dogs body. 'At least we never did that!' I thought to myself. The movie had finished as people were streaming out. My heart stopped as I saw *him*, his arms were around tallish lady with short, raven black hair. They were laughing and were obviously very much in love. HOW COULD HE! I wanted to scream at him but something held me back. Being quite tall (5'10) I did stand out and didn't really want to be found out so I went back to my motel and made a call. 'Yes, I'd like someone followed, please.' I gave the agency the descriptions and left it to them. The nice thing about having a few million is that you can leave such things to the professionals. I lay in bed utterly feeling utterly betrayed. Yes it had been just over two years, but HOW COULD HE. I bet he was seeing her all along, just stringing me along for my money. I would make him pay. Really make him pay. What's the saying? 'Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned.' Well I was one scorned woman. Not wishing to hang around this hateful place I checked out the next day, relying on my 'friends' to keep me informed. Every day now I thought how I could get my revenge on him. My original plan was to try and split them up, but then I got a call. 'Deianeira, I have some information for you' I had always been interested in mythology and my codename was very apt. Daughter of a king who in her jealousy for another woman (called Iole) poisoned Hercules by dipping his shirt in the blood of the centaur Nessus which then killed him. 'What is it?' 'He's getting married.' 'What!'(NOOO!!) 'To a lady called Jane Norton. Aka 'Kat' to her friends.' 'You MUST be wrong!' I sobbed. 'Sorry Deianeira, but the engagement is confirmed," the voice replied. "The wedding takes place in just over nine months.' 'Keep in touch,' I just managed to say. Why did he keep punishing me? Even after he left me he kept hurting me. At night, during the day. When could I ever be free of him. Why didn't I want to be free of him? How could I have been so stupid? I have the perfect means of revenge, untested yes, but perfect. Inflict my gene altering drug on him. Force him to a point where he HAS to come back to me. But how should I do it? My thoughts of James/Jane came back to me and my perfect plan was starting to form. But first I would need a person to test it on. It should be someone who deserves my attentions, someone who had hurt another just like I had been hurt. I had no desire to kill so I had to wait patiently until I was ready to strike. I had waited for weeks for an opportunity to arise and time was running out. So I decided to force the issue. I would pick on Cathline to be my target. She was always the 'proper' one and her seemingly indestructible marriage had riled me since I first met her. Another quick phone call to my 'friends' and a hundred thousand would soon to the trick. 'This is Deianeira. I want something doing. I want to pay Jennifer Porter one hundred thousand dollars to sleep with John Richards.' As I gave my 'friends' the addresses my satisfaction grew. Now all I had to was wait. My friends were very reliable... My plan came to fruition when I caught Cathline sobbing in the corner. Her eyes were red, her makeup smudged and she had obviously been crying for some time. I sat down besides her, put my arm around her shoulders and asked, 'What's up?' 'It's John,' she sobbed. 'Your husband?' 'Yes, I caught him in bed, with Jennifer Porter.' 'Jennifer?, the small blonde in Gene Splicing?' I asked. 'That's her. He said this was the first time but I think he's lying, Do you believe him?' 'Knowing men, Not really.' I admitted. 'I don't know what to do. I want to leave him now, but I can't. I still love him in spite of everything he's done. I just want to get even with him for a while. Make him feel like the fool.' Cathline sobbed some more. 'You REALLY want to get back at him?' I asked. 'Yes, make him suffer like both of us have suffered' Cathline said. 'I've an idea, It may seem wicked but it could be some fun.' I said, hardly able to keep my excitement down. Here at last was an opportunity to test out the most difficult part of my plan. But I had to keep calm. 'What's your plan?' Cathline looked a bit brighter. 'How about enhancing him a little?' I asked. 'What do you mean?' -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------ End Part 1/4 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /