- Joanna Anderson -

Joanna’s neck felt strange to her. At first, she thought it was due to the concrete floor of the building scraping against it, but that didn’t seem right. After all, she was now invulnerable and it shouldn’t have affected her. Invulnerable! What a thought! But wait! If she was invulnerable, why was she in a panic? Nothing could hurt her! She relaxed and began to breathe. But she wasn’t breathing air, she was underwater. Instead, she was breathing water, through gills that now appeared on her neck!

A smile crossed her lips as it sank in. She was now amphibious! Nothing could stop her! And with that, she held the building up with one hand while she used her legs to push off to the side. She released the building as she began to swim away, allowing it to crash back down into the sewage tunnel.

Joanna continued to swim in the sewage tunnel until she saw light streaming down from above. She swam to the surface and climbed the vertical ladder up to the source of the light, holes in a manhole cover. Holding on to the ladder with one hand, she used the other to toss aside the 250 lb plate as if it were a feather.

The manhole cover exploded from the pavement and sailed high into the air, but then plummeted back to the Earth, crashing through the roof of a car and totally destroying the vehicle. Pedestrians began to flock around to see the cause, when they saw Joanna climbing from the sewage tunnel.

Henry was driving his car down the street when suddenly a woman appeared in front of him. He had no idea where she came from, she was just there in the middle of the street! He slammed on his brakes, but it was far too late; he hit her head on. That was the last thing he ever saw, as his head slammed into and through his windshield.

The pedestrians saw Joanna climb onto the street. But the manhole cover was in the middle of a travel lane, and the street was busy. One car hit Joanna head on, but Joanna did not move! Instead, the car wrapped itself around her, the driver going through the windshield and instantly dying. Joanna was completely unfazed; she simply stood there as if nothing had happened, as the trailing cars plowed into Henry’s car.

Joanna had climbed out of the tunnel and found herself on the street in the travel lane. A car had immediately hit her, but she had barely felt it. She kicked the demolished vehicle off her leg, causing the gas tank to explode as the vehicle sailed backwards. She noticed a crowd of onlookers had gathered and were pointing at her. One man was particularly loud; she decided to approach him.

Walking over, Joanna picked the man up by the neck with one hand. “What are you looking at?” she screamed. The man ineffectually struggled to get free, both of his hands unable to dislodge Joanna’s slender feminine fingers. Joanna tossed the man, he sailed across the street and slammed into the fourth floor of a building, his broken body leaving a trail of blood as he fell to the sidewalk below.