- Joanna Anderson -

Hearing the sirens approaching, Joanna briefly felt a sense of panic, but then she realized there was nothing to fear. Not for her. For everyone else, there was Joanna to fear. She had always wanted power. She had planned to make a LOT of money, because money was power. She had worked out regularly and studied martial arts, because she didn't want to be weak. She didn't want to be a victim. She wanted to be strong and powerful. Hah! She thought. I got my wish!

Just then two police cars came to a stop twenty yards away, and two cops jumped out, used their front doors for cover and drew their guns. "Put your hands up," one of them yelled to Joanne, who was standing in the road with a car still literally wrapped around her.

She decided to show the cops what they were up against. She slowly walked towards them. The traffic had come to a complete stop behind her, and people were out of their cars, watching the drama unfold. "Shoot her!" one man yelled from behind her as she approached the four cops.

Joanna walked up to the open front door of the police car on her left, ripped it off it's hinges, turned and slung it back to where the man's voice had come from. It hit him at a speed of 1,000 miles-per-minute, virtually obliterating him, then crashed into several cars and three more people before it finally fell to the ground. The cop, now exposed by the absence of the front car door, began firing his revolver at Joanna, hitting her three times in the chest before one of the slugs ricocheted back and hit him in the forehead, killing him. The other cops now opened fire, to no avail. Joanna smiled at them as the bullets bounced harmlessly off her invulnerable body. She smiled and said to the three policemen, "I think I'm going to kill you now. You had better run, but I don't think you can run fast enough.