Adventures in the MirrorVerse

[Ack]

The following stories are inspired by Trump-12 and his Reflections snip over on SB.

In the MirrorVerse, roles are reversed. You've never seen your favourite characters like this before ...

The Horsemen battle the Lifegivers, while the Protection Syndicate keeps a shadowy grip on the American underworld ...

[Author's Note: I'd put in a disclaimer about how this is based in the WormVerse, and how I'm trying to stick close to canon and all, but ... well, this is a mirror-world parody, so who am I kidding? Characterisation, canon, motives - all out the window. Anything goes. Whee.]

Let's see where this goes ...

MirrorVerse Part 1 (below)
MirrorVerse Part 2
MirrorVerse Part 3
MirrorVerse Part 4
MirrorVerse Part 5
MirrorVerse Part 6
MirrorVerse Interlude: Ellisburg
MirrorVerse Interlude: Emma, Taylor and Sophia
MirrorVerse Interlude: Emma, Taylor and Sophia - Part 2
MirrorVerse Part 7
MirrorVerse Part 8
MirrorVerse Interlude: Saint Geoff and the Dragon
MirrorVerse Part 9
MirrorVerse Part 10
MirrorVerse Part 11

 

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Adventures in the MirrorVerse

Part 1: Nonagon


Hovering above the battlefield, Death gave an inarticulate scream of rage. The flowing midnight draperies of her costume were in rags, the deaths-head face paint smudged and smeared, but she didn't care. She hefted the fuel tanker over her head, selected her target, and heaved. The star-shaped scar around her left eye, remnant of the first and last time she had tested her strength against Monochrome, seemed to glow as brightly as the crimson orb within its socket.

Down below, Razor glanced up, even as he laughed and danced aside from an attack by Shock. The slim young woman growled in frustration as one lighting-fast blow after another slid past the cheerfully taunting hero, almost as if she were telegraphing her attacks. She paused to gather her strength while Awe, a former hero who had turned villain to be at her side, took up the attack.

The blood-red lines on her daringly cut midnight-black costume began to glow brighter and brighter. Then she glanced up. Her face turned white under the mask.

"Death, you fucking maniac!" she screamed. "Awe!"

Her lover was at her side in a moment, staring up at the tumbling, falling fuel tanker. They had just a couple of seconds before it hit. Hoping that her power had recharged enough, Shock grabbed Awe and bolted out of there.

Razor looked up at the tanker; there was no way he could evade the blast radius in time, so he didn't try. Instead, he rocked back on his heels, humming a little tune as he folded his straight razor and put it away.

In the last instant before it struck, a black-and-white blur cut across the battlefield, bare feet carving through treacherous rubble as if it didn't even exist.

The tanker landed. Metal ruptured, fuel spilled, sparks flew. Ignition was a matter of seconds. A cloud of dark oily smoke climbed above the inferno below, while the concussion wave rolled across the battlefield.

On a nearby rise, Medic looked up from the man whose life she was saving. Her hands continued their careful work, stitching and sealing away organs, as she gasped in horror.

"Crag! Is Jack all right?"

The immense man standing alongside her, fully ten feet tall and so broad that he still looked short, patted her carefully on one shoulder. His skin was dark and pitted; he had survived virtually everything that a man could be subjected to, but it had taken its toll on him. Now he was an avowed pacifist, offering harm to none that did not threaten him or his friends.

"Aye, lass, he will be," he told her in a warm Scottish burr that resonated in his deep chest. "Mister Jack is canny, he is indeed. And Mistress Monochrome will be at his side, I'll wager."

Without even looking, she closed her patient's chest cavity and began to put the final stitches in.

"I hope so," she replied. "He took me in, you know, after my parents died. I don't know what I'd do without him."

She felt the comforting touch of his broad hand on her shoulder once more. "Aye, lass," he agreed quietly. "None of us would, and that's a fact."

The glittering form of Crystal Angel, silicate wings spread wide, swooped low over the still-fierce blaze. Then, as the forms of Razor and Monochrome, walking hand in hand like newlyweds, left the fire, she soared high into the air.

<><>​

An hour later, they were convened in the ruined building they were using as a base; Razor, Monochrome, Medic, Crag and Crystal Angel. Joining the core members of Nonagon were the reformed villain Deathtrap, now calling himself Sanctuary; the pyro-controlling Firedancer; the lovely Autumn; and the stolid power-neutralising Equaliser.

"Good to see we all survived," Razor began brightly. "It seems that we have nine lives."

There was a pause as everyone assimilated the pun, then groans arose from around the makeshift meeting table. Even Monochrome, characteristically silent as she was, put a hand over her eyes.

"Jack, that was awful," complained Medic.

"Aye, 'twas truly painful," Crag rumbled. "I'm of half a mind to tear your arms off and beat ye about the heid with them."

"Do it," urged Medic. "I promise to sew them back on again. Eventually."

Laughing, Razor held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, that was bad, I admit it. Crag, I thought you only used violence to answer against violence?"

"And what do ye think yon jest was, ye great daft pillock?" retorted Crag, grinning broadly. "'Twas GBH of the earholes, so it was."

Razor shook his head, grinning equally broadly. "So," he asked, "Did anyone get an idea of what the Horsemen wanted?"

"I may have an idea," intruded a new voice. People moved aside to allow the wheelchair-bound man through to the table.

Razor's demeanour became more subdued, more respectful. "Doctor Manton," he greeted the newcomer. "Did you see much of the fight?"

"Only a little, I'm afraid," responded the bearded man in the wheelchair. "But I think I know what they were after. This may have been a diversionary attack. They might be trying to uncover the secrets to Process Foxtrot Sixteen-Eleven."

All eyes turned to Monochrome; the young woman ducked her head modestly.

"As you all know," began Manton, with the attitude of someone poking an open wound to see exactly how much it was going to hurt, "I pioneered the process on my own daughter. I'm not proud of myself for that; I was not a good man, then."

Monochrome moved from Jack's side to kneel before the man in the wheelchair; she took his hands in hers. She did not speak, for she could not; the process that had made her invulnerable and unaging, that had rendered her free of the need for such things as food, water and even air, had also frozen her vocal cords forever.

Death, the vicious and unpredictable leader of the Horsemen, had been through a derivative process; while this had given her the ability to fly, it had also left her without the true invulnerability enjoyed by Monochrome.

"So what do the Horsemen want it for?" asked Medic, although she feared she knew the answer.

William Manton stroked his daughter's hair. His voice was sombre. "Why, to use on themselves, of course."

Index

 

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Adventures in the Mirrorverse

Part 2: Winslow


I eyed the clock again, dsfavourably. I didn't need this shit, didn't need to be sitting in class while the seconds crawled down to lunchtime. And I didn't need this class, with that in-your-face do-gooder Mister Stick-Up-The-Ass Gladly. In my opinion, he spent far too much time watching what we were doing. I couldn't get away with anything in that goddamn class.

I'd tried calling him 'Mr G' once, and he'd cut me off at the knees. Me.

"Ms Hebert," he'd lectured me in that goddamn aggravating gentle-but-firm tone he used for talking with 'trouble' students, "if you want to earn respect in life, you must learn to give respect. And we start by addressing one another in a respectful manner. If I were to address our good Principal Blackwell as 'yo, beeyatch!', that would be a sign that I did not respect her."

He had paused to allow the laughter to die down, a light smile on his lips. I wanted to wipe it off his face. He was making the class laugh while talking to me. That was almost as bad as them actually laughing at me.

"And so," he had concluded, "it is only proper and respectful for you to refer to me as 'Mr Gladly', and to the other teachers and staff by their full surnames, using an appropriate honorific. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand," I had replied grudgingly. He had raised one eyebrow slightly, and I had hastily added, "Mr Gladly."

This wasn't me surrendering or him winning or any shit like that, you understand. When Mr Gladly - shit, he had me doing it now - when the G-bitch explained something like this, and the student pretended not to understand, that student got to write lines. I was sick and tired of writing lines. Especially since he made me do them all in pencil, after the one time he caught me photocopying a finished sheet.

So yeah, I was sick of the class, I was sick of the teacher, I was sick of the school, I was sick of Brockton Fucking Bay. I was destined for bigger things.

And yet, there I was, stuck in class with all of the know-nothing sheeple. The universe owed me. And I was going to collect. Looking around the class, I selected my target, just as the bell rang.

<><>​

Madison hurried up the steps ahead of me. She obviously didn't realise I was there, which was her bad luck. After all, it wasn't like I hadn't done this before.

I did see her stop and look back for just a moment, but I was a flight below her, and she didn't look down over the rail. Gotta be smarter than that, Mads.

I watched my lunch money disappear into the third floor girls' bathrooms, then followed her in. By the time I got in there, she was in a stall; I leaned against the sinks and waited, arms crossed. Several girls entered, glanced at me then looked away.

<><>​

That was the way it should be; Winslow might be a squeaky-clean school, heavy on rules enforcement, but Dad controlled the Dockworkers' Collective with an iron hand, and had a hand in several others. If he said someone didn't work, that someone didn't work. And so, in my first month or so at Winslow, I had made a point of finding out whose parents were members of which union or collective. Then I had made it clear to them that if they crossed me, their dads didn't work.

Some had disbelieved me; I had spoken to Dad, and a few guys got laid off, or transferred to ass-end jobs. Fathers of people at Winslow. After that, no-one crossed me.

Except Emma.

Emma was my big disappointment in life. We'd been best friends since grade school; her dad was an industrial relations lawyer, and he'd collaborated with Dad on a few matters that had made them more than a bit of money. Which was why I was attending Winslow, and not some shithole like Arcadia.

But Emma was here too. Sometime in the summer break between middle school and junior high, she'd gone all soft, grown a conscience. She was the one who spoiled my fun, way too many times. I couldn't frighten her with my Dad, and I couldn't have her beaten up; anyone who tried that got their asses royally kicked by Sophia Hess.

Sophia was the other thorn in my side. Emma had obviously met her over summer break, and a more sickeningly nice person you could never hope to push down an elevator shaft. She had a good word for everyone, but she wasn't a pushover like you'd think. Apparently she took the idea of 'turn the other cheek' not all that seriously, and was quite good at looking after herself. I'd never tried conclusions with her, and I didn't like my chances if I did. It was really irritating; if only there'd been some white-supremacist gang in town, I could've gotten Dad to sic them on her. But there wasn't, so meh.

<><>​

The other girls finished up and got out, fast. When Madison opened the stall door, there was just me and her in the bathrooms, just the way I wanted it. I stepped forward, pushing her back into the stall.

"Madison, hi," I greeted her, a wide smile on my face. "Just the person I was looking for. I forgot my lunch money, so I'm gonna need to borrow yours."

"Taylor," she ventured. "Look, I don't have any lunch money, I brought my own lunch today, see?"

She opened her bag, and I did see the lunch in there. It looked like a nice one; a pita wrap, juice, a banana.

"No, no, no, no, no," I admonished her, shaking her by the shoulders like a rag doll. "That's not the way it works. The way it works is, you bring money in and give it to me, so I can buy something for me. I don't want your lunch. And apparently nor do you."

In front of her eyes, I pulled out the pita wrap and opened it, spilling the contents into the toilet bowl. The pita bread I tore up and dropped in there as well. Next, I got her juice out, opened it up, and took a good long drink. Then I poured the rest of it over her head. It got in her hair, over her top, and even on her skirt. Finally, I got out the banana.

She was crying by now; have I mentioned how much I hate crybabies and wimps? No time at all for them.

I was just about to start peeling the banana – I was going to smear it all over her face and hair – when I heard a most unwelcome voice.

"That's enough, Taylor. Let her go."

I looked around. Emma stood there, leaning on one side of the stall door way. Sophia leaned on the other side.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Emma. Can't you just mind your own fucking business for once?"

She ignored me, looking past me to Madison.

"Come on out, Mads," she urged the petite girl. "She won't stop you."

Madison ducked out past me, giving me one last frightened glance on the way past.

"Come on," Emma told her. "Let's go get you cleaned up. I'll buy you lunch."

"You won't be able to hide behind them forever, Clements," I called out. "I'll get back to you."

Sophia gave me a flat stare. "Why don't you just shut your mouth, Taylor," she advised.

"Fuck you, Hess," I replied venomously. "None of your goddamn business."

She gave me a steady stare, then glanced behind her. "You're gonna stay in here for the next few minutes," she stated. "Come out before then, I'll be waiting."

<><>​

I waited. There wasn't much else I could do. In the meantime, I ate Madison's banana. What the hell; it was a free banana.

And I got mad. Emma and Sophia had barged in on my god-given right to extract satisfaction from Madison for my missing lunch money. What right did they have? Fucking seriously?

I ranted and raved; I may have sworn a bit. I know I kicked my bag across the bathroom floor.

The worst bit was, I could have stopped them from taking her away. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't show them what I could do. I needed to keep the secret just a little longer.

As I raged, the bugs emerged from every nook and cranny. They covered the walls, the ceiling, the floor. Highly venomous insects alighted on my arms, covered my face, until just my eyes were visible.

My anger turned to laughter, echoing harshly from the white tiles. I would show them. I would show them all.

The Hive Queen would rule.


Index

Part 3

 

[Biigoh]

Lol.... I'm almost afraid of what you would do with Tattletale, Coil and Dinah.... Tattletale X Coil OTP.

 

[Silver W. King]

So wait...Clockblocker is funny here, or is he not a nice guy?

 

[Ack]

Lol.... I'm almost afraid of what you would do with Tattletale, Coil and Dinah.... Tattletale X Coil OTP.

Click to shrink...

Next post ... mwahaha.

So wait...Clockblocker is funny here, or is he not a nice guy?

Click to shrink...

Think Joker Junior

 

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Adventures in the MirrorVerse

Part 3: Conflict of Interest


"The trouble with being a superhero in Brockton Bay," Marionette told them in a lecturing tone, "is that we don't cooperate."

"Sure we cooperate," Tenebrae objected. "We cooperate all the time. Don't we, Rach?"

The redhead nodded as she scooped a slice of pizza out of the box. "Yup," she agreed. She scratched behind the ear of the dog sitting at her feet. "Cooperation. That's us all over."

"No, I get what Alec's saying," Insight told them seriously, looking up from the computer screen. "We don't cooperate with other superheroes. And that lets the villains walk all over us."

"Exactly," Marionette agreed. "When was the last time anyone made any headway against the Syndicate?"

There was silence, broken by the sound of four teens eating pizza, as they considered this. The Protection Syndicate was the largest and most pervasive criminal organisation in the United States. It had offshoots in every major city, and many minor ones. It even extended into Canada, where it had formed ties with the Guildsmen, a supervillain group. There were rumours that they were looking to extend into Mexico, but that the cartels were resisting the idea.

The Syndicate, a shadowy group, was backed up by an even more elusive organisation, the Parahuman Retribution Tribunal. Anyone causing real trouble for the Syndicate was wont to get a visit from the PRT, and that was bad news for anyone.

Insight's phone rang; she answered it. "Hello?"

"I have disturbing news," came the familiar voice of their patron. "It appears that Lung is making a move against you. He intends to bring you in for questioning."

"Oh, for crap's sake!" Insight muttered. "You know, we were talking about this exact thing. We're superheroes, Lung's a superhero. But just because he's got the Asian Benevolent Boyz backing him, he's all about following every single rule, every single law, down to the last crossed t and dotted i. Hell, he's even gone against the Lifegivers because they don't follow the letter of the law."

"Perhaps this is a conversation for another time," he gently chided her. "We need to determine your strategy."

"So you tell me," she responded. "What's the best thing to do?"

"Too soon to tell," he told her apologetically. "Sit tight. I'll get back to you when I get a better read on the situation."

"Fine. You know where to find us." She hung up. The others were staring at her.

"Who was that?" asked Marionette.

Insight sighed. "The boss. You know he likes to keep his privacy."

"Okay, we got it," Marionette agreed. "But what was that about Lung?"

Insight grimaced. "He's coming after us."

"Oh, shit, really?" Tenebrae looked at the rest of the group. "Then why are we still here?"

Rachel put her hand on his arm. "Hey, calm down. Alec and Lisa will work out a plan. They always do."

<><>​

Four hours later, they were no closer to a coherent strategy. Brian wanted to run for it and lie low, Alec advocated a frontal attack on the opposition, Rachel was in favour of cautious probing attacks, and Lisa was trying to figure out which of the three plans had the best chance of success. All she was getting out of it was a headache.

"Hey, hey, hey," Alec told her soothingly, kneading her sore shoulders, "don't be so hard on yourself. You can't know everything."

"But I should be able to figure this out," Lisa told him.

"You should lighten up," Brian told her, picking up a controller and starting a single-player shooter. "Maybe it'll be nothing."

"Yeah," Rachel told her. "When was the last time you smiled?"

Lisa shook her head. "When you know as much as I do, it's no smiling matter."

Her phone rang again. She snatched it up. "Hello?"

Trying not to be distracted by Rachel making her dog dance on its back legs for a treat, she listened to the voice of their employer. When he finished, she acknowledged his information, and hung up.

"So, boss-lady, what's the dealio?" asked Brian, pausing the game.

Lisa's lips tightened in what might have been mistaken for a smile by someone who didn't know her. "We're going on the offensive."

<><>​

"Look," blustered the ABB man. "It's simple. You guys are loose cannons. Lung just wanted to bring you in, make you understand that unless we're all on the same page, you're better off behind bars."

"I told you," K-9 protested. "I'm said I was sorry about what my dogs did to that street vendor's cart. And that shop window. And that taxi."

Tenebrae leaned across to Marionette. "And that crosstown bus. And that poodle." He snickered.

Alec shook his head. "Dude. Be serious."

"I am serious. Seriously awesome. I mean, look at me. Darkness on command. How cool is that?"

Marionette shook his head. "Sometimes I think you're a lost cause."

"Well, at least we chased off Ashwalker," Rachel commented.

"Yeah," Tenebrae grinned. "We made him haul ash!"

Both Insight and Marionette shook their heads sadly, although Rachel giggled a little. When she saw the others were looking, she hastily composed her expression.

"So, what's next?" she asked.

Marionette and Insight both spoke at the same time. "Lung."

At the exact same time, Tenebrae said, "Go home."

They stopped and looked at each other. "What?" asked Tenebrae. "You want us to go against Lung? He'll talk us to death!"

"If we don't, then he'll keep coming," Insight told them. "And besides, the boss said we might be getting a bit of help."

"Another hero? Cool," exclaimed Tenebrae.

Not ... exactly, thought Insight grimly. But I'll take what we can get.

<><>​

They were still two blocks away, riding on dogback, when they saw the glow of the fire, the roaring of Lung.

"Whoa ..." breathed Tenebrae. "He's pissed."

They came closer, saw Lung menacing a slight figure on the rooftop, and came in for the attack. Brutus hit Lung hard, slamming him off the rooftop; the others slipped off their dogs, which then followed K-9's commands to take the evangelical superhero down a notch or two.

<><>​

As they approached her, she straightened from a crouch and looked them over. The blank lenses of her mask gave her a creepy look.

Her voice was cold. "I had it under control."

"Sure, sure," agreed Tenebrae. "You did us a real solid there. Just thought we'd give you a helping hand."

She said nothing, looking them over one at a time.

"Look," Marionette began, approaching her. "Are you hurt?"

Insight shook her head. "She's not hurt. She's just pissed that she couldn't take Lung down with the bugs she was controlling."

That got her a sharp look. "Who the hell are you guys, anyway?" asked the costumed girl in the bug-themed outfit.

"Oh," replied Tenebrae, "we're the Upsiders. Local freelance heroes." He offered his hand with a broad grin. "And we can always do with new talent. Bug control, huh? Sounds pretty badass."

And she's just realised she saved a bunch of heroes from being captured by Lung, Insight noted. She made a mistake. She thought he's going after villains. She's a villain. She's wondering what to do.

"I ... don't think so, not at the moment," the bug girl temporised.

"Look," Marionette broke in. "I'm Marionette, the team co-leader. That's Insight, the other co-leader. That's K-9, with the dogs. And the clown here's Tenebrae. What's your name?"

"Uh ... Hive Queen," the girl told them.

Tenebrae grinned. "Nice."

"Uh, hate to break this up," Insight told them. "But the Syndicate's incoming."

K-9 nodded and whistled sharply, the massively overgrown dogs soon returned to her call, leaving the groaning form of Lung on the pavement below.

"Want to come with?" asked Tenebrae. "You kicked ass tonight."

"I'll take my chances," snapped Hive Queen.

"Your choice," Marionette told her, climbing on to a dog. "Stay safe."

<><>​

K-9 pulled the dogs up several blocks away, and checked them over for injuries. Lung nearly always tried to go for non-lethal strikes, but accidents could happen.

"What's gonna happen to him?" asked Tenebrae.

"Who, Lung? Ah, the Syndicate'll try to put him on ice, then he'll heal back and get away. You know how it goes." Marionette's voice was confident.

"What about the bug girl?" asked Rachel, climbing back on the dog.

"Who, Hive Queen?" asked Insight. "I think we'll see her again."


End of Part 3

Index

Part 4

 

[Disminded]

This is interesting. Are you going to be following the canon plot to a T, or are you going to be diverging? The presence of the Lung encounter, even though he's theoretically a hero, argues more towards the former.

In any case, I kinda like the idea of Skitter wanting to be a villian, but finding that she's ridiculously good at being a hero.

 

[Ack]

Basically, I'm hving fun following basic canon while using wildly divergent reasons for doing so.

The Bank Job is next ... I suspect that for various reasons, that one's gonna have to go in the NSFW section ...

 

[Larekko12]

This is hilarious but my Sod's fraying with lack of committment and permutations within the premise. The humor's not cutting the mustard to get me not to care.

 

[Peanuckle]

I'm enjoying it fairly well. Upsiders is a good name, but I think that the Asian Benevolent Boyz is just a tad too much. I do like how the hero groups aren't cooperating, thanks to the lack of a PRT/Protectorate. Makes me wonder how anybody intends to deal with Scion, if he's even present.

Taylor is downright vicious, here. Not sure if she'll end up corrupting the Upsiders, or if they'll make a decent girl out of her.

Bank job being NSFW? Not sure what to think about that, unless... oh God, Panacea. There's going to be body-horror, isn't there?

 

[Ack]

I'm enjoying it fairly well. Upsiders is a good name, but I think that the Asian Benevolent Boyz is just a tad too much. I do like how the hero groups aren't cooperating, thanks to the lack of a PRT/Protectorate. Makes me wonder how anybody intends to deal with Scion, if he's even present.

Taylor is downright vicious, here. Not sure if she'll end up corrupting the Upsiders, or if they'll make a decent girl out of her.

Bank job being NSFW? Not sure what to think about that, unless... oh God, Panacea. There's going to be body-horror, isn't there?

Click to shrink...

There are two sets of platonic attraction, plus one bf/gf relationship among the heroes (now villains).

Specifically, Vista has a huge crush on Gallant, Panacea has a crush on Glory Girl, and Gallant is going out with Glory Girl. All of these characters are underage.

Now, as villains, with serious reversals of attitude or effective roles, how do you think this is going to go?

NSFW, that's how.

 

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Adventures in the MirrorVerse

Part 4


I had bugs crawling all over Lung when the vehicle arrived. It was a tricked-out midnight-black Humvee with the classic S-with-crossed-broadsword-and-assault-rifle in blood-red, on the door. I gulped despite myself; I knew that emblem. I was about to meet one of the most famous - or infamous - members of the Protection Syndicate.

A moment later, I was proved correct, as the door opened and Sellsword got out. He wore a black helmet with a glowing red V-shaped visor; the lower half was open, showing his lower jaw and his goatee. The rest of his costume consisted of urban-camo gear over what I strongly suspected to be low-profile body armour; his gloves and boots were of the same glossy black as the helmet.

As he got out, he withdrew from the interior of the vehicle a sword as long as I was tall; the blade consisted of some sort of glossy black metal, shot through with pulsing red lines of power. A steady sullen red glow emanated from some sort of gem set into the pommel of the sword.

I had no idea how much a thing like that weighed, but he handled it easily with one hand. Despite myself, I was impressed.

But only a little bit. I mean, come on, I'm the Hive Queen. It takes serious shit to impress me.

<><>​

"The fuck are you?" growled Sellsword, pointing the blade of his claymore at me. I'd read around on the net; that sword was apparently packed with more holy-shit Tinker tech than the entire fucking Humvee he rode around in. If he wanted to, he could could electrocute me, blast me with fire, short out all the electronics I was carrying around … or, you know, stab me. And I had a sneaking feeling that my black widow spider web costume wasn't going to protect me against that sword.

"Hive Queen," I told him defiantly, surrounding myself with bugs. "And I fucking took Lung down."

"Huh," he responded, looking down at the fallen hero. Lung wore a costume reminiscent of a dragon, complete with wings coming out of the back. But he had a reputation for never going over the top, never hurting anyone who didn't deserve it, and never, ever, breaking the law.

"So what happens now? I get the bounty, right?"

He smiled, or at least showed his teeth. "Nope. I load him in my vehicle, and I go and collect the bounty."

"Hey, wait just a fucking second!" I yelled. "I fucking took him down!"

"And those heroes who just left had nothing to do with it?" he asked. "Oh yeah, I know they were here. I've been looking to get a crack at them for weeks now. Especially the Thinker they've got with them. Little bitch keeps second-guessing me."

Going by the ugly tone in his voice, I guessed Insight was in for a bad time if he ever captured her alive.

"He was about done when they got here," I blustered. "My defeat, fair and square."

"Fair and square?" He laughed, loud and long. "Sweetcakes, you're still in fucking diapers. What are you, thirteen?"

"Fifteen," I gritted.

"Fuck me, they're starting them young these days. Well, fifteen year old Hive Queen, what the fuck made you think that villains would act fair with each other? You get what you can, and if someone fucks you over, you either fuck them over in return, or you say thank you sir, can I have some more. You don't go bleating about 'fair'. For fuck's sake."

He bent over Lung and injected him with something; the groaning hero immediately quieted. Then he hefted him with one arm and walked him toward the rear of the Humvee.

"Okay then, why don't you just, I dunno, cut his head off and take that in for the bounty?" I asked. "Why leave him alive?"

"Because some heroes saw him alive after he was defeated, dummy," he informed me bluntly. "If he turns up dead, they start killing ours, and pretty soon it's an all-out war. There are rules for a reason."

The rear of the Humvee opened, and he dumped the unconscious hero inside, then fastened him down to ring-bolts. As he closed it down again, he turned to me. "I'll pass the word that you're looking for work, if you want. We can always do with more kids in the Minions."

"Fuck off and die in a fire," I snarled. "I beat him fair and square."

He chuckled, vastly amused. "Well, the offer's there. Take it, or not. I don't give a shit."

Stowing the sword back in the front of the Humvee, he climbed back in, closed the door, and drove off.

I swore and ranted and raved a bit, but nothing would change the fact that Sellsword had stole my defeat – and my bounty – from under me.

Fuck.



End of Part 4

Part 5

 

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Adventures in the MirrorVerse

Part 5 - School's Out


"So, Dad," I ventured over breakfast, "G-bitch wants us to do presentations in class about how capes have affected life in Brockton Bay. How do you think they have?"

Dad grunted and reached for another slice of toast. For a tall skinny guy, he could sure put it away. He could also scare the shit out of a room full of big, burly men. I'd seen him do it, more than once.

He chewed and swallowed a bite before answering.

"Well, first off, all this hero and villain shit has pulled the cops' attention away from the unions. It's made it easier to get stuff I need passed by the city council." Dad had several councillors in his pocket.

I scribbled as I ate. "This is good shit, Dad. What else?"

He perked up at my interest. "Uh ... let's see. There were a couple of rogues who tried getting work on the dockside. They could do three, four times the work of an ordinary man, and they woulda asked for that much more too. I fucking squashed that. Had legislation put in to ban capes from taking jobs from ordinary joes."

I scribbled some more. "So what happened then?"

"Eh, the PRT paid me a visit, told me that some capes were gonna get some jobs, on the hush-hush. So they got jobs. I didn't wanna end up floating face-down in the Bay, or part of some building foundation."

"These were Syndicate capes, huh?"

He ate some more toast. "Guess so. Never had no trouble, they never showed powers, got paid the same, no skin off of my nose."

"Right, right. Thanks, Dad."

And that was it. That was my home time with Dad.

He dropped me off at the bus stop, and I went to school.

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My home room teacher was Miss Knott. I liked her. She didn't give a shit what I did in class. She didn't give a shit what anyone did in class. She was about thirty, but looked about eighteen. Long blonde hair, a figure to die for, and I was pretty sure she was a raging lezzo. She'd set class assignments, then immediately sit down and start texting nineteen to the dozen.

Anyway, I was online during home room. I wanted info on Lung, Sellsword and the Upsiders.

After browsing the wiki, I decided to check other parts of the boards.

To my surprise, I found a note in the Connections area addressed to me.

"Hive Queen," it read. "Like Tb said last night, you did us a solid. Like to meet? Is."

Just as I was considering what to do about this, a message came over the school PA system.

"Taylor Hebert, please report to the Principal's office. Taylor Hebert, please report to the Principal's office."

I looked around. What the fuck?

Miss Knott looked worriedly down toward me, and I shut down my computer. Getting up, I gave her a nod and grabbed my bag. I had a feeling I wouldn't be coming back to class.

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I was right.

Principal Blackwell had gotten chapter and verse from Emma, Sophia and Madison on Friday afternoon. Photos had been taken, as had recorded statements. I'd neglected to flush the damn toilet, so the bits of pita bread and filling were still floating around in the bowl.

So Dad and I (oh yeah, Blackwell had called Dad in from work, and was he pissed about that) had to sit and endure a lecture on bullying and how it degrades the school experience for all concerned. Emma's Dad came in as well to support her; I could see Dad shooting betrayed glances at him. Much as I'd felt betrayed by Emma, eighteen months ago.

Anyway, the upshot of it was that I was suspended for the week. It was actually a month of suspension, but I'd come back after one week, and I'd be on probation for the next three weeks. If I acted out in that time, I was gone for good. Expelled and blacklisted. About the only place I'd be able to get into after that would be fucking Arcadia.

"Now just a fucking minute," Dad protested.

I didn't have any illusions that he cared about my school career. He just wanted me out of the house; sometimes he would stay home from work, and I was never sure what he got up to, but when I got home, there were funny smells in the air and his sheets had odd stains on them.

"Not just a minute, Danny, not any more," Mr Barnes told him. "Emma told me what Taylor did to Madison. What she's done to Madison in the past. Now, if you want Madison's parents bringing suit against Taylor for aggravated assault, just keep talking."

"I thought we were friends -" began Dad.

"We were friends, Danny. We worked well together, so long as it wasn't personal. It's personal now. Emma's shown me how necessary it is to separate ourselves from the trainwreck your daughter's making of her life, so that's exactly what we're doing."

"But you don't have to -"

Mr Barnes nodded. "Yes, we do. We need to make sure this shit doesn't spread in Winslow. Next we'll have gangs fighting and drugs being sold. So we're doing this, here, now."

"You're making a -"

"If you say 'big mistake', Danny, then prepare yourself for the fight of your life," Mr Barnes warned him. "I know that's exactly what you say, just before you set out to destroy someone. But I know you, I know your tactics, I have the law on my side, and I'm prepared to fight you down to every last penny."

Dad stared at him, face to face, gaze to gaze. And then, finally, incredibly, Dad dropped his eyes.

"Fine," he grunted. "A fucking week. Come on, Taylor. Let's go."

I got up with him, and we left.

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"Dad -" I began, as we left the front doors and went down the steps.

"Not a fucking word," he told me. "In the car."

Chastened, I got in the car.

He got in the other side, then sat there, holding the steering wheel.

"So where you want to be dropped?" he asked as I did up my seat belt.

"Library," I told him.

"Okay."

Not another word passed between us as he drove me to the library.

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I got on the computer and logged into the parahumans forums. Going to the Connections section, I created an anonymous account and answered Insight's post to me.

"Sure, I'll meet. When and where?"

I had three thoughts about this. If the Upsiders had a bounty on them and I managed to capture them, then that was money in the bank. If they proved too difficult to capture, then I could call in Sellsword and earn major brownie points by turning over Insight to him. And if the worst came to worst, I could just pretend to be a hero for a while and get out of home. Because right now, Dad was pissed at me, and I didn't like being at home when that happened.

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We agreed to meet, after setting up various precautions. It was a place I knew, not far from the Boardwalk and the Market.

I got off the bus and started walking. The place we were supposed to meet wasn't far away. On the way there, I ducked into an alley and changed into the Hive Queen costume. Then I went the rest of the way.

They met me where we were supposed to meet me, and it wasn't a trap. Which was, I guess, a good thing. Eventually, I decided that I had seen their faces, so they might as well see mine.

They introduced themselves; Tenebrae, the perennial jokester, was called Brian. And he was even hunkier without the costume on. The ever-serious Insight was called Lisa. And her co-leader, the ever-responsible Marionette was called Alec. The redhead, K-9, was absent, so they didn't tell me her name.

"Taylor," I told them briefly. "So, where we going from here?"

"We got a place," Brian told me. "You're gonna love it."

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It was interesting, I guess. It was in a big old factory building, up in the loft area. There was a spiral staircase leading upstairs, and that turned out to be the coolest feature.

Upstairs, there were two couches, a big-screen TV, a gaming console and other bits and pieces lying around. Pizza boxes and soda cans abounded.

I was just getting comfortable on the couch, wondering what was going to happen next, when the redhead came in the door.

"Oh!" she blurted. "Who's this?"

"Oh, yeah, Rachel, meet Taylor," Brian told her with a grin. "Remember, that Hive Queen girl we met last night?"

"What ... you've invited her back already?" she asked, in a distressed tone of voice. "But ... we don't know anything about her."

I came up off the couch fast. "What the fuck do you mean, you don't know anything about me?" I growled. "What's that supposed to mean, huh? Don't you trust me? Is that it?"

I grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. "Well, don't forget, Rachel, that I've got a name and a secret identity too. So you don't trust me? Fine! I don't trust you! In fact, I'm getting out of here! I don't need this shit!"

Grabbing my bag, I made for the stairs.

"Hey ..." Brian called out weakly from the kitchen. I ignored him. My feet clattered down the stairs. I had to make this look good.

Heavier feet clattered behind me. I got to the bottom, and risked a glance up. It was Brian coming after me. Turning away from him, I rubbed my eyes furiously, made them all red, as I headed for the door outside.

"Taylor, wait!" he called out. I slowed my pace fractionally.

He caught up as I reached the outside door. "Wait," he told me again, from right behind me.

"For what?" I demanded as I swung to face him. "For Lisa or Alec - I mean, Insight or Marionette - to decide that I'm not trustworthy too? Well, I've seen your fucking little clubhouse, and it's nothing special. I don't need this shit, I don't need the Upsiders, and I sure as fuck don't need ..."

Suddenly, real, actual tears welled up in my eyes.

I don't need to be kicked out of Winslow, I don't need Dad to be pissed at me.

"Hey, hey, hey," he told me soothingly. "It's all right." I felt strong arms wrap around me and pull me to his chest. I tensed, ready to push away if he groped me, but they stayed on my back.

He held me till the tears stopped flowing.

"Fuck," I growled, pulling out a tissue and dabbing at my eyes. "I really, really don't need this shit."

"Come on back," he urged me gently. "Rachel will come around. Lisa already wants you in the team. And Alec thinks you're a good solid prospect."

So yeah, I went back. Which was, of course, my plan the whole time. Marionette nodded, Insight hugged me (which I found a little bit weird) and Rachel ... looked worried. Then she apologised to me for making me feel bad.

Step number one accomplished. I was a member of the Upsiders.

Now, what was step number two again?


End of Part 5

Part 6

 

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I'm guessing in this universe Legend is a complete monster, unaware that his companions are skimming off their profit margins to help the needy.

 

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Adventures in the MirrorVerse

Part 6 - Plans


Thomas Calvert considered his options.

He knew quite well that, were the Protection Syndicate to even suspect his true capabilities and intentions, then his life would very quickly become very dangerous indeed. Nominally, he was a paid-up member of the PRT; an assassin squad leader. But in reality, he was much more than that.

Ever since the Goblin King debacle ten years ago, he had been gradually becoming more and more disillusioned with his situation. He'd barely escaped termination for his actions back then, and the woman they called the Pig, the head of PRT operations in Brockton Bay, still had suspicions about his dedication to the cause.

A few years ago, he had finally taken the step of contacting the shadowy organisation known only as Omega. They had checked him out, then gotten back to him. He had agreed to pay a certain amount of money in a certain time, or to render equivalent favours in a timely fashion; they had given him a vial of foul-tasting liquid. He had imbibed it, and ...

... everything had changed.

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Calvert had found himself with the ability to travel two paths and pick one; he wasn't sure if it was some really specific precognition, or the actual ability to create two separate universes. To be honest, he wouldn't have been surprised either way.

Making enough money to satisfy Omega had been difficult, but not overly so. There were ways and means to make money that weren't overtly illegal, save that he was using his power to cheat. He assuaged his conscience by telling himself that it was all for the greater good.

He had to use his power some more when his construction company – built up under another name – was submitting bids to the Brockton Bay city council. He had swiftly found out that the entire council was corrupt, from Mayor Christner on down. Christner himself had a secret, Calvert had found after digging awhile. He had a niece.

Dinah Alcott was as mercenary as her uncle was corrupt. Only twelve years old, she was already charging him to give predictions on which way public opinion would go on any particular topic. As such, he was able to lead the trend, and actually stay in office with honest votes – a first for him.

She was also able, apparently, to predict threats to his life; Calvert knew of two separate assassination attempts which had failed due to Dinah's power of prediction.

Dinah presented a problem to him. If he were to clean up Brockton Bay, she would be there to warn her uncle about any strategies he might attempt. So he couldn't work against Christner directly. Nor could he have her assassinated; apparently she could see her own death really clearly, as one projected attempt showed.

So he had to set things up in such a way as to swamp her precognition. Heroes would have to hit villains all over town at once, causing trouble in holdings where both the Syndicate and Christner had interests. And then … he had to grab her.

He didn't want to kill her, not really. She only presented a real danger to him when coupled with the Christner political machine. And besides, he understood that she was a regular user of several illicit substances; apparently the precognition caused headaches, so she used drugs to keep them at bay. Getting her off these drugs, cleaning her up, would add years to her life.

It was the only right thing to do.

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"Heads up," Lisa told us. "The boss has a mission for us."

"So who's this mysterious boss of ours, anyway?" I demanded. "I'm not sure I like the idea of just taking orders out of the blue. Shit, for all we know, he might be one of the Horsemen. Setting us up for a fall."

"Hey, hey, chill, chill," Brian told me. "He hasn't led us wrong yet. Every bust we've made has been righteous as hell."

"Even Lung?" asked Rachel nervously. "I hear Shebang's pissed at us for that."

"Hey, he came after us," Brian reminded her. He turned back to me. "The boss is cool. He keeps on the down-low so no-one can trace us through him, or vice versa. If the local villains found out how good he was at pointing us at busts, they'd be on him like flies on shit."

I sighed. "Fine. But I really don't like being kept in the dark. What's this all-important mission?"

Lisa's voice was serious and deadpan. "There's a drug and money clearing house. We're to hit it, destroy the drugs, take as much of the money as we can carry. Make a really big noise doing it."

"Woo hoo!" whooped Brian.

Rachel blinked. "What … we get to keep the money?"

Lisa nodded. "Yes. We have expenses; we may as well let the villains pay for them." She turned to me. "Are you okay with this?"

Free money? Shit yeah, I was okay with that. After Sellsword's little scam on me, I didn't give a shit where the money came from.

"Sure," I told her, feigning reluctance. "I guess."

"Is this really okay, Alec?" asked Rachel. "I mean, stealing … and maybe hurting people?"

"Dad always stressed responsibility for others," Alec told us seriously. "I'm sure we can do this without hurting innocents. Or even not so innocents."

"Who's your dad, anyway?" I asked him.

"He's a Canadian hero called Heart-Throb," he explained. "He's able to manipulate emotions. Make bank robbers feel guilty and give up, that sort of thing."

"Sounds like you could do a lot with a power like that," I commented.

"Yeah, which is why he's always really careful with it," he replied earnestly. "He's taught me to be just as careful with my power."

"Cool," I answered, while thinking that Heart-Throb had to be an idiot for not making more of his power. I saw Insight give me a sharp look, and I suppressed that thought. I didn't want to be caught out this early in the game.

"I think you've still got reservations, Hive Queen," Lisa remarked.

I began to reply in the negative, then Brian spoke up. "Let's go for a walk, and we'll talk it out, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed. It might give me a chance to sound him out.

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Brian and I strolled out of the factory, side by side.

"You don't like the idea of robbing criminals?" he asked me.

"Oh, I got no problem with that," I answered honestly. "They take from people, right? Only right to take from them. How much is it, anyway?"

"Lisa says anywhere between fifty to a hundred thou," he replied soberly.

"Holy shit," I blurted. "So we get ten to twenty thou each? Well, not counting the boss's cut, right?"

He shook his head. "Boss doesn't take cuts. Heroes, remember?"

I nodded. "Yeah, yeah, gotcha."

"So where's your problem? That the boss doesn't tell us who he is?"

"Yeah," I replied. Because if I can hand the whole kit and kaboodle to the Syndicate, I'll get a shitload of bounty.

"Hey," he told me lightly. "It's a thing. Just consider it a secret identity taken a little farther than normal."

"Yeah, I guess," I replied.

"We should be getting back," he ventured.

I nodded. At least we'd gotten that sorted out.

In silence, we walked back to the loft.

Tomorrow, we would rob the criminals.


End of Part 6

 

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Adventures in the MirrorVerse

Interlude: Ellisburg


Jamie Rinke sat in a chair and enjoyed the sun.

It was a good day to be king of his own little domain.

Ten years ago, his powers had first started emerging; he had begun spawning creatures from his own body. While at first the populace was alarmed and even hostile, he had quickly soothed them. His creatures were well-intentioned, and bore no-one any malice. Moreover, they were fast and strong, and were willing and able to take over the job of keeping the peace. Alongside properly sworn-in officers of the law, of course.

The trouble began when his creatures started uncovering evidence of organised crime inside Ellisburg. He had decided that this was not to be borne, and set out to eradicate the stain of wrongdoing from the face of the city.

Oh, the little crimes remained, for people to perpetrate and be caught by the police for, but the big crimes, the hidden ones, he would clean up. He would expunge them from the city, once and for all.

The PRT fought back, of course, with backing from the Syndicate. But his creatures were too fast, too strong, too multitudinous. They were driven back, and had never been able to enter Ellisburg again.

And today, the city thrived. It was the cleanest metropolis in the United States; some of his creatures were dedicated street-cleaners. It was the most honest; all anyone had to do was come to him with a complaint, and his creatures would sniff out the truth. And it was the most law-abiding; if a crime was committed, his creatures would track down the perpetrators and bring them in for sentencing and punishment, all agreed on by the people of Ellisburg.

The most strenuous of these was exile from Ellisburg itself. So many people tried to move to the city that some called the Goblin Kingdom that he had to turn away dozens every month. But they had a point, he had to admit; everyone was fed, clothed and housed, here. A ten year old child could walk from one side of the city to the other, holding a hundred-dollar note in her hand, and not one person would bother her, save to ask her if she needed assistance to get home.

He put his hand on Polka's, as she sat beside him. She smiled at him.

"It's a good day to be alive, isn't it, love?" he asked.

"It is, indeed, my king," she replied. "It is indeed."


End of Interlude

Interlude: Emma, Taylor and Sophia [below]

 

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Adventures in the MirrorVerse

Interlude: Emma, Taylor and Sophia


"So why did they make you change your name?" asked Emma.

Sophia snorted. "They said it wasn't badass enough."

"Yeah? That's stupid. I liked Shadow Stalker as a name."

"You and me both," Sophia told her. "Shadow Slayer? That's not 'badass'. That's 'pending murder charge'."

"Yeah," agreed Emma. "It's like they're trying to advertise the fact that they made you start carrying sharp arrows, instead of those blunt ones you were using."

Sophia grimaced. "You ask me? I think they're trying to toughen me up, make me fit into their idea of how the Syndicate should go.". She shook her head. "And I don't think I do. I really don't. I mean, when I got into this gig, I was all about the 'ethical villain' concept. We needed extra money, being a hero just doesn't pay, so I started stealing. Not enough to hurt anyone. Just enough to let us get by, basically. And when we didn't need money, I didn't steal."

"Remember when we first met?" asked Emma.

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August, 2009

"But, Dad, I don't know what I want to do," Emma told her father, and pouted. "Taylor says they all suck donkey balls, anyway."

Alan Barnes frowned. "I'm not sure I like the way things are going between you and Taylor, Emma. Since Anne-Rose left Danny, she's been getting more and more like him and less and less like her mother. I'm not sure I like the sort of person she's turning into."

"Seriously, Dad?" asked Emma. "Taylor's all kinds of cool. Her Dad knows everyone who's anyone. I mean, no-one messes with him."

"I am fully aware of what type of man Danny Hebert is, Emma," Alan told his daughter seriously. "I have worked with the man for quite a few years. But while he has been an adequate business partner, he is not the sort of man I would want as a role model for my daughter."

"Dad, I think you're being totally unfair on him," Emma began, just as her phone rang. "Oh, hey, it's Taylor."

Immediately abandoning the conversation with her father, she answered the phone. "Hey, Taylor. What's up?"

Even as she spoke, she could hear the low, sweet jazz music almost overlaying the conversations in the background.

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"Yo, bitch," replied Taylor. "How're they hanging?" She lifted the glass she had in her hand, and took another cautious sip. It burned all the way down, but she schooled herself not to flinch. The men around the table nodded approvingly; cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air. She thought it might be cool to borrow one for a puff, see what it was like, but her Dad didn't smoke, so she figured he might not be okay with it. But there he was, knocking back the bourbon with his buddies, and so he'd nodded when she'd asked if she could have a glass as well.

"Uh … okay?" replied Emma uncertainly. "Where are you?"

"Oh, out with my dad," Taylor replied off-handedly. She took another hit of the bourbon; it was a bit more than she'd had before, and she thought her eyeballs were about to catch fire. "Kickin' back, shootin' the shit with the boys. You?"

"I'm with my Dad too," Emma told her. "We're driving through town. Oh."

"'Oh', what, Ems?" asked Taylor, knocking back some more of the bourbon. It still burned, but she was starting to get used to it. "Not one of those fucking windscreen washer dudes? Get your dad to run him the fuck over." The idea sounded hilarious to her, and she giggled.

"No … no. It's some sort of street festival," Emma replied. "There's stuff in the way. We're stopping."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Taylor laughed. "Tell your dad to put his foot down, run those hippie freaks over. Here, give him the phone, I'll tell him myself."

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"No … no," Emma told her nervously. "Dad's gotten out to talk to them. He wants them to move out of the way."

"Good fucking luck with that," Taylor responded coarsely. "So, what you been doing? Been keeping the bitches down while I been out of town?"

Emma was reminded abruptly of the girls that Taylor had been in the habit of casually bullying in the last six months of school; she had gone along with it, even participated a few times, but since Taylor had gone on that trip with her Dad over the summer break, she hadn't even thought of it.

"Ah – not really," she admitted. "I've just been waiting for you to get back, so we could catch up."

"Yeah, I can't wait to get back too," Taylor agreed. "I mean, this trip's a blast, an' I'm learnin' all sorts of things, but I can't wait to get back to school and kick asses till they know who's boss."

"Uh, yeah," Emma replied. "I -"

She became aware of someone tapping on the window. "Oh, uh, I'll call you back."

"Catch you on the flip side, bitch."

"Same to you, uh, bitch."

She hung up, and turned to see who wanted her.

It was a dark-skinned girl about her age, with beads woven into her hair, and a wide, guileless smile; she made motions to wind down the window.

Emma shrugged and wound down the window.

"Hi," the girl greeted her immediately. "I'm Sophia. You look bored stuck in that car. Want to come walk around the show with me?"

"Oh, hi," Emma replied. "Emma Barnes. Um, I dunno. I think we might be leaving real soon."

She got out of the car and saw her father a few yards away, arguing with a man almost as large and red-faced as he was.

As she got closer, she caught the words, almost drowned out by the festivities around them.

" - don't care what sort of a permit you've got. I want you to move your things out of the way, and clear the road, so that we can get home!"

"I'm sorry, sir," the red-faced man told him. "Unless you're a city council official, you can't revoke our permits, and this festival is going to go on. It's an Asian Benevolent fundraiser. We can maybe open up the street behind you, so you can get out that way ..."

"That's no good," ground out Alan Barnes. "We'd have to backtrack and go well out of our way. How long are you going to be here?"

"Another four hours at least," the man stated, looking at his watch. "Look, why don't you just walk around, see the sights, enjoy the festival. Here, have a book of vouchers. Free rides, cotton candy, snacks. To make up for the inconvenience."

Alan Barnes took the vouchers, and looked around at the ongoing festival. There were clowns, fire jugglers, stilt-walkers, a small merry-go-round, and many other things happening. Music was playing here and there, some live and some recorded.

"Can we, Dad?" asked Emma. "Can we walk around?"

He took a deep breath, inhaling scents that had been long forgotten, and when he let it out, some of the tension was gone from his shoulders. "Sure thing, Emma," he told her. "Want to walk around with me, or are you good on your own?"

"Oh, uh, this girl Sophia says she can show me around," Emma stammered. "Sophia, this is my dad. Dad, this is Sophia."

Sophia smiled and held out her hand. "Sophia Hess. I'm very pleased to meet you, sir."

Emma's father smiled and shook the proffered hand. "Alan Barnes. Likewise." He tore the book of vouchers in two, and gave Emma half. "If you need me, call. Don't leave the festival."

Emma took the vouchers. "Okay, Dad, and thanks."

Sophia grinned and turned to Emma. "Want to get your hair beaded? It's a blast."

Emma studied the beads in Sophia's hair. It did look kind of cool. "Okay, sure."

Sophia grabbed her hand and dragged her off toward a stall, talking nineteen to the dozen. Alan watched them go. Now there's someone who would be good for her, he thought.

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"Same to you, uh, bitch."

Taylor barely heard the words as she shut the phone down and put it away. She drained the last of the bourbon in her glass, and tapped it on the table, as she had seen the men do. A waiter materialised, gave an almost imperceptible glance to where her father sat nearby. He nodded impatiently, then went back to his wheeling and dealing. The waiter poured a healthy shot of bourbon into her glass.

"Hey," she blurted, as he was about to leave. "Can I get a cigarette?"

"Certainly, ma'am." The waiter obviously decided that, as she was being permitted to drink, then a smoke was not exactly pushing the boundaries. He produced a pack from an inner pocket, and laid it, along with a plastic lighter, on the table alongside the glass. "Compliments of the house, ma'am," he stated smoothly.

She opened it, pulled out one, put it in her mouth, and picked up the lighter. Thousands of hours of watching old movies came to her assistance, and she managed to get it lit on the first try. Then she inhaled the smoke, and nearly coughed her lungs out.

There was a general snickering around the table; Danny looked around, saw her with the cigarette in her hand, shrugged, and went back to what he was doing. Taylor steeled herself, took a drink of bourbon, then took another draw on the cigarette.

The alcohol burned all the way down, but it seemed to cushion the acrid taste of the cigarette smoke; at the very least, she didn't start coughing again. She didn't like the taste, not particularly, but she could stand it. And sitting there, with a glass of bourbon in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, she could tell herself she was among equals, that she was just as good as any man there.

Finally, she was a part of her father's world. Finally, she might gain his respect.

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The alcohol burned just as much coming up as it did going down, and it tasted a hell of a lot worse. Taylor hunched over the hotel toilet, heaving and gagging, as miserable as she had ever been. The bourbon she had drunk came up, as did the food she had eaten earlier. And she still felt dizzy and light-headed.

She got up, staggered two steps to the wash-basin, and flushed her mouth out, then brushed her teeth.

"God, that stuff tastes fucking horrible," she said out loud.

Her father's chuckle answered her from the other room, where he was watching TV. "Typical newbie mistake. You had too much, too quickly. You need to ease into it."

"You could have warned me," she retorted, stung.

"Are you gonna make that mistake again?"

"Fuck, no."

"Well, then."

"I still think it's a mean trick."

"Well, you can mean trick your way into the shower. Your hair stinks of smoke, just like your clothes do."

"I can't smell it."

"Trust me," he told her heavily. "Your nose is all desensitised. You were literally breathing the stuff into your lungs all fucking night."

"Oh. Okay."

"Just so you know, if you pick up the habit, you pay for the smokes. Not me."

"Not fucking likely, Dad," she called through the door . "They taste even worse than the fucking bourbon."

His laughter followed her into the shower.

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When she came out, he was reclining in the half-lounge, watching TV. He held a tumbler in his hand, with half an inch of amber liquid in the bottom. As she emerged, he raised it in her direction. "Nightcap?"

She wrinkled her nose. "No thanks. I don't think drinking's my thing."

He chuckled warmly. "Well, you learned your lesson a sight faster than most, I'll give you that."

She sat down beside him and nodded at the TV. "What's on?"

He shrugged. "Fuck knows. I just turned it on for the noise." He raised the glass. "I need to wind down, you know? Dealing with assholes all night."

"Yeah, well, I enjoyed myself. Apart from the throwing up part, that is."

"Well, at least you waited till you got back here. Joe Tremaine, he runs the show in Chicago, stopped me on the way out. Congratulated me on having a kid who can hold her booze and smoke without coughing her guts up. That's good. You made me look good tonight."

She felt warm all over at the rare praise. "Well, I did cough a bit, at first," she confessed.

"That doesn't matter," he told her seriously. "Everyone coughs, the first time. But you smoked the rest of that one, and three more. I watched you. You were even blowing smoke rings, at the end."

Taylor felt warm inside. Finally, her dad respected her. She really was a part of his world, now.

Fuck what anyone else thinks of me.

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Three weeks later

Taylor banged on the front door of the Barnes house. "Yo!" she called out. "Rise and shine!"

Alan Barnes opened the door. "Hello, Taylor," he greeted her. Then his nose wrinkled.

She picked up on the cool tone in his voice, and stared at him. "Hey, what's up, Mr B? Just here to pick up the Emster, and go cruise the mall."

He frowned. "Uh, Taylor, have you been smoking?"

She shrugged. "What's it to you? Dad's fine with it." She'd had two on the bus over, oblivious to the glares of the other passengers.

He grimaced. "Well, I'm not going to tell you what you can and can't do; you're not my daughter, after all. But I'm going to have to ask you to not smoke in the house."

She shrugged, ignoring his words. "Dad pretty well lets me do what I like."

"So I see," Barnes replied. "But in my house, my rules. No smoking." Another scent caught his nose. "And have you been drinking?"

A shrug. "Like I said, Dad lets me -"

"All right, fine. No drinking in the house, except with the permission of responsible adults. Got it?"

Another shrug. "Sure. Can I come in now, or do you want to give me the third degree?"

He sighed. She was Emma's friend, after all. "Sure, come on in."

She gave him a false smile. "Thanks, Mr B."

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Emma looked up as Taylor barged into her room, casually closing the door as she did so. "Yo, Emster. How're they hanging, beeyatch?"

"Uh, fine," Emma told her uncertainly. Sophia was coming over shortly, and she didn't know how the two would get along. Taylor's world was dark and mysterious and slightly dangerous, and she felt a thrill of risk whenever she went anywhere with the girl; Sophia, on the other hand was fun and happy and easy to get along with. And there was the other bit, the secret identity, which she had sworn not to tell anyone about.

She had once looked up to Taylor, had idolised her. But that was before she had met Sophia. Now she was re-evaluating her choices. And more and more about Taylor was beginning to come up short.

But Taylor was here now, and Emma decided that her worries could be shelved. Her best friend was back from the trip, and they could have fun and paint each others' nails and be best friends again, like they used to be, before Taylor's mother left.

Taylor plumped herself down on the bed beside Emma; immediately, the redhead smelt the smoke and alcohol on her friend's breath. She had known that Taylor drank occasionally, but this smelt strong. And she'd never smelt smoke on her breath before.

"Have you been smoking and drinking?" she asked.

Taylor lay back on the bed, arms outstretched. "Oh man, have I?" she chuckled. "Those meetings Dad takes me to? Wall to wall booze, cigarettes for the taking." She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her bag. "Want one?"

Emma shook her head. "I don't smoke, Taylor. And nor should you."

"Dad lets me," Taylor told her indistinctly, putting a cigarette in her own mouth, and digging through her bag for a lighter.

"No, no, you can't smoke in my room!" Emma protested.

"Eh, fine, whatevs, spoilsport." Taylor jerked the cigarette from her mouth and put it back in the pack. "Stay in fifth grade forever."

"A lot of adults don't smoke," Emma pointed out. "Dad doesn't. Nor does your dad."

"Pussies, the lot of them," Taylor opined. She put the pack in her bag, and pulled out a small bottle. "Quick snort?" She peered at the label. "Says Johnny Walker Black Label. I've got ten bucks says it's generic Scotch." Popping off the cap, she downed half of it in one swallow.

Emma watched in horrified fascination. She didn't know who this was, not any more. The drinking wasn't exactly new, but previously it had been more of a 'dare-you-to' situation. Now, it was a casual thing. And the smoking was definitely new.

"Here you go," Taylor offered, holding out the bottle. "Have a taste. Put hair on your -"

"No!" snapped Emma. "I don't want to drink, and I don't want to smoke." Tears filled her eyes. "Taylor … things used to be so much fun between us. Now you're a whole different person. What happened to you?"

Taylor shrugged. "Life happened. Come on, live a little." She offered the bottle again. "Just one drink. You'll see how much fun it is." She tried to force it to Emma's mouth.

Emma pushed it away. "No!"

Taylor rolled her eyes. "Come on, you know you want to." She tried again.

"I said no!" Emma pushed her away violently. The open bottle fell and spilled on the bed.

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Alan Barnes heard the raised voices and frowned. He headed down the corridor and knocked on Emma's bedroom door. "Is everything all right in there?"

"No, Dad!" came Emma's voice at once. "Hel- mmmph!"

He opened the door, to find Taylor and Emma struggling, Taylor with her hand over Emma's mouth, and the stink of cheap alcohol pervading the room.

Striding forward, he pulled Taylor from on top of Emma. "What in god's name is going on here?" he demanded.

"Nothing you need to worry about, Mr B," Taylor spat. "Let me go. Emma and I were just play fighting, weren't we, Emma?"

"No, we weren't," Emma sobbed. "Taylor wanted to smoke and drink, and she wanted to make me drink, and I didn't want to, and she spilled it on the bed ..."

Taylor struggled; Alan did not let go. "I think it's time you left, Taylor," he told her coldly.

Emma sat up. "Wait, Dad. Just a minute." She got up and put her hands on Taylor's shoulders. "What happened to you, Taylor?" she whispered. "Why are you like this?"

Taylor sneered at her. "I grew up, Emma," she retorted. "Something you should try sometime."

Emma shook her head. "No, this isn't you. You're a nice person. Please, can't you be that nice person again?"

"Why?" asked Taylor blankly. "So people can put shit on me? Not fucking likely."

Emma handed Taylor her bag. Her voice was sad. "Then I guess this is goodbye."

Taylor stared. "Wait just a fucking minute," she blurted. "You're kicking me out? I don't get kicked out of places."

Alan began dragging her out of the room, and down the hall. "This will be a first, then," he observed grimly.

"No!" shouted Taylor. "No! This shit does not happen! Not to me!"

Alan did not pause in his movements toward the door. "Taylor, I'm afraid you have officially worn out your welcome."

They were at the front door, with Emma holding it open. She looked sadly at Taylor as she stood panting on the porch. "I'm sorry, Taylor. But you hurt people. You put people down. I don't need that in my life."

The gate clattered behind Taylor and she turned; a dark-skinned girl was just making her way up the path.

"Who the fuck are you?" demanded Taylor.

"I might ask the same thing," responded the newcomer.

"Sophia, this is Taylor," Emma put in hastily. "She was just leaving."

"No, I wasn't," Taylor denied.

"Yes, you were," Alan Barnes confirmed.

Taylor glanced from one to the other, then stamped down the stairs. She was a little taller than Sophia, but the other girl did not seem intimidated. From the way she stood, she seemed well able to handle herself.

"Fine," spat Taylor at last, and stamped down the path. She slammed the gate on the way out.

"That went well," observed Sophia to Emma.

Emma sighed. "Oh, you have no idea." She took a deep breath, and tried to clear her mind of the unpleasantness that had just gone down with Taylor.

Taking Sophia's hand, she led her indoors. "Come on, I've got stuff to show you ..."


End of Interlude


Interlude: Emma, Taylor and Sophia - Part 2

 

[Peanuckle]

Poor Taylor, trying so hard and failing at everything. Can't win her dad's respect no matter how far she goes, but in trying she loses everything else.

Maybe hanging out with the Upsiders will help.

 

[Ack]

Adventures in the MirrorVerse

Interlude: Emma, Taylor and Sophia

Part 2


Taylor

Dad's business trip took three weeks, more or less. I went out to all his meetings with him. In the course of them, I learned an important fact: he did not, as it happened, respect me for who I was. I was an adjunct, a useful accessory. The Hebert kid, who could smoke and drink and swear with the guys. It was his party trick. I'd show up, a skinny kid in a cocktail dress, they'd pour me a glass of whatever booze was going at the time, and I'd knock it back, then light up a cigarette and blow a smoke ring. They loved it.

Despite what I'd said, I kept up the smoking and drinking. It helped put a distance between me and the world, helped me pretend that I really was, on some level, Dad's partner, instead of just a clever kid. I'd smoke most of a packet of cigarettes - it helped that I didn't have a preference, as they all tasted grucky to me - and drink a few glasses of whatever booze they were serving, and in general hold up my end of the deal. But I was careful to limit my intake; drinking with care, I would usually only have a light buzz on by the end of the night.

Of course, I couldn't drink as much as the guys; I simply didn't have the body mass to absorb all that alcohol. The one time I tried, Dad had to carry me back to the hotel. He let me throw up in the toilet - the second and last time that ever happened, thank you very fucking much - and then poured me into bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I guess I did a lot of smoking and drinking over that trip, but while I had cravings for a while after, booze and cigarettes are fucking expensive, and Dad had made it clear that he would not be supporting any habits I had. So I didn't do it after I got home.

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What I did do was go and visit my best bud, Emma Barnes. We'd been tight since fuck knows when, and I wanted to get back in touch. But to my utter and total surprise, she'd become a total prude in that time, and even managed to pick up a new friend while I'd been gone. Some black bitch called Sophia fucking Hess. Dumped me in favour of her. I couldn't fucking believe it.

I actually went to Dad about it, asked him if he could do something about it. He looked into it, found out that Sophia's dad was non-union. He couldn't touch him. And he wouldn't have the guy's legs broken, just on my say-so.

Fuck.

So, yeah, when school started, I was in a pretty foul mood. It didn't help that when I tried to assert my natural position of alpha bitch, all too often, Emma and Sophia would intervene. I couldn't scare either of them away, and when I tried to organise my own little bunch of leg-breakers - or at least, ass-kickers - it turned out that Sophia could kick ass pretty well herself.

So there I was, at a loose end, suspended for a week, and joining the Upsiders - a bunch of heroes, if you can believe that.

Yeah, things were looking up. After a fashion.

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Emma and Sophia

August 2009


"So what was that all about?" asked Sophia, once they were in Emma's room. Emma had stripped the bed and turned over the mattress, but the smell of alcohol was still faintly evident.

Emma shook her head. "I used to be best friends with Taylor. But she had family problems - her mom was sleeping around. Men and women both. When her dad found out, he beat her up pretty bad, and she left - and Taylor's started getting meaner and meaner. And she's just been on a trip with her dad, and now she smokes and drinks, and I don't understand her any more."

Sophia put a hand on her shoulder. "That's not your fault," she reassured Emma gently.

Emma looked up at her and smiled. "Thanks. But it kind of was. I would go around with her in middle school, and I'd back her up when she took kids' lunch money. We'd go to fundraisers or whatever, and because Taylor was Danny's daughter, they'd let us in to the back rooms, or drink whatever we liked at the bar." She grimaced. "I don't actually like alcohol. Taylor used to drink a little bit, just to show off."

Sophia nodded. "So she had power, and she showed it off, and you were impressed."

"You're so understanding, Soph. Yeah, that's exactly how it was. And I guess I had fun being her sidekick, or whatever I was. I certainly wasn't in charge. And Dad said something to me, and then I met you, and I saw the contrast between you and her. And when Dad told me that he thought you were a nice kid ... well, I know that I can't have both of you as friends at the same time, so I had to make the choice. And I've made it."

Sophia hugged Emma spontaneously. "Aww, Emma, that's so sweet of you."

Emma hugged her back. "See, this is another thing I miss from Taylor. Once upon a time, we'd hug. Now ... not so much."

"Well, I got all the hugs in the world for you, Emma." She rested her forehead against the redhead's. "Aren't you glad you and your dad drove down that one side street?"

Emma nodded. "Oh, definitely."

Sophia grinned. "Now, to change the subject entirely, you were going to show me something?"

"Oh yeah." Emma grabbed her laptop. "Check out this new site I found. You can put in your body measurements, it makes a virtual dummy of you, and you can try on clothes ..."

Alan looked in on them, several minutes later. Red head and dark were side by side, clicking the mouse, murmuring to each other and making adjustments to the dummies on the screen. They were so totally engrossed in what they were doing that he didn't have the heart to bother them. Smiling, he went on his way.

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August, 2010

"Shadow Stalker."

Sophia jumped violently. She had been certain she was alone on the rooftop, overlooking the jewelry store. Turning hastily, with her crossbow coming up to the ready, she realised that shooting would be worse than useless. Three capes faced her; Sellsword, Artillery and Speedfreak. Artillery had some sort of gun pointed at her; Sophia had absolutely zero doubt in her mind that any attempt at flight or resistance would see her in a lot of pain. Or dead.

"Oh shit." It was the only think she could think to say.

Artillery's face was impassive behind the gas-mask that she habitually wore, but Sellsword's mouth creased in a brief smile, as did Speedfreak's.

"Uh, look, guys, if you were gonna hit this place, it's fine, I'll go someplace else," babbled Sophia. "Seriously. No trouble from me."

Sellsword shook his head. "No. It's not the store. It's you."

Her voice rose to an even higher register. "Me?" she squeaked.

Speedfreak nodded jerkily. He did everything jerkily, as though he was permanently on double speed. "Yeah, you," he told her rapidly.

"You commit crimes in Sydicate territory, and you do not pay us tribute," Artillery put in, her voice a monotone.

Sophia blinked rapidly behind her mask. "Um, um, um, how do I make this good?" she asked.

Sellsword's smile widened a touch. "And that's the right question. You're coming with us."

"Can - can I ask where we're going?"

Sellsword showed his teeth. His answer made Sophia's guts clench, and her knees turn to water.

"You're going to see the Pig."

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Sophia stood in the middle of the carpet, in front of the large desk. It needed to be large, because the Pig was sitting behind it.

No-one knew her real name; everyone called her the Pig. She was at least four hundred pounds of blubber and piggy visage. She was eating at the time. Sophia watched with horrible fascination.

The Pig hardly paused for breath between bites, and still she was able to talk to Sophia.

"Shadow Stalker." It was not a question.

"Uh, yes, ma'am." Be really, really, really polite.

The head wobbled, chins shook. Maybe she had nodded.

"Real name Sophia Hess."

Sophia nodded. "Yes, ma'am." The unwritten rules about not unmasking capes apparently did not apply to the Pig.

"You steal in our territory, and do not pay us tribute."

Sophia swallowed. She really, really, really wanted to pee right now. She held it in.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Sorry doesn't pay the bills. You have three options."

She paused to ingest what looked like most of a roast turkey. Sophia waited, but she did not continue.

"Ma'am?"

The piggy gaze turned back to her. "One. You can pay back all the tribute that you owe us, with interest."

Sophia's heart sank. Her 'earnings' had gone directly to supporting her family. She could never pay that.

"Ma'am ... we ... I ... don't have that sort of money."

"Well, there is the second option. You can join the Minions. Your wages will be garnished for your debt, but you will get enough to live on."

Sophia considered that. "Uh ... what's the third option, ma'am?"

The piggy visage widened in a malevolent grin. "You do not want to know, little girl."

And all of a sudden, she didn't. She really didn't.

"Um, okay. Looks like I'm joining the Minions, then."

"Welcome aboard." The Pig spared her not another glance; she went back to eating. Sophia backed out of the room, glad to be out of there with her life.

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Sophia looked with dismay at the costume they had given her. "What is this?" Gone was the cloak. The hockey mask was down to a simple domino.

Usurper, current leader of the Minions in Brockton Bay, pointed at it. "Your costume."

"But ... there was more of it."

He nodded. "Not anymore."

"But ... why?"

He sighed in a gotta educate another newbie sort of way. "So if you ever try to go against them, they can prove it's you under the mask. Got it?"

Sophia sighed in resignation. "Okay ... sure."

She headed into the other room to change, and felt not much better about it when she came out. Then Usurper handed her the crossbows and the case of arrows. Automatically, she checked the latter.

"Wait a minute," she protested. "These things are sharp!"

"Well, yeah," he agreed. "That's the whole point of arrows, so to speak. They're sharp. You go shooting blunt arrows at people, no-one respects you. No-one fears you."

She swallowed. "I'm really not comfortable with ..."

He lowered his brow. "Do you want to go and tell the Pig you've changed your mind?"

She swallowed again. "No," she admitted in a small voice.

"Oh, and one other thing," he told her, with evident relish. "Shadow Stalker's too wimpy. From now on, you're Shadow Slayer."

It was almost too much. Almost, she shoved the whole thing back at him and told him where to stick the Minions. Almost.

But not quite.

Too many people were depending on her.

She had to grit her teeth and get through it.

When she turned eighteen, she was out of the Minions, and she could be a lone villain all she liked, or join the Syndicate under her original name. But until then ...

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December 2010

Emma awakened from a light doze at the tap on her window. She rolled over and opened it, and the costumed figure tumbled into the room.

"Sophia?" she whispered. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh god, oh god, I had to come and see you." Sophia's voice was on the edge of tears. "Hold me, just hold me."

Emma held her friend tightly. She was shuddering. "What's the matter?"

"Everyone. Everything. Mom and Dad don't know how bad it is in the Minions. I can't tell them, or Dad might do something."

Emma went cold all over. "They haven't ..."

Sophia shook her head. "No. But it's the constant pressure. Shadow Slayer, you've got to front up more. Shadow Slayer, you've got to live up to your name. Shoot someone, for fuck's sake." She clutched Emma tightly. "And Chauvinist making passes all day long. Comments, jibes, trying to look down my top ..."

Emma held her close, stroked her hair. "It's okay, Sophia. I'm here. You can stay here as long as you like."

Sophia's shaking began to decrease. "Thanks, Emma. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."

"Hey, you're my best friend. What are friends for?" Emma made room on the bed, and Sophia settled down with a sigh of relief.

"You can stay the night," Emma urged her. "There's room. You don't have to go if you don't want to."

"Oh god, thank you." Sophia snuggled down next to Emma. "You really have no idea how much I appreciate this."

It didn't take her long to drop off to sleep.

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January 2, 2011


"I really wish there was something we could do to help Taylor," fretted Emma. "I've tried, and I've tried, and I've tried. She just won't listen."

"Have you tried staging an intervention?" asked Sophia.

Emma blinked. "Um, no. How do you do that?"

Sophia explained. It sounded so simple. Even Emma's father thought so.

In reality, not so much.

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Taylor (again)


There was a knock on the door. I frowned. That wasn't Dad; it was too early for him to be home, and he wouldn't knock anyway. I thought about ignoring it, but it came again.

"Taylor!" It was Emma's voice. "Can we come in, please?"

What the fuck is Emma doing here?

I got off the couch and went to open the door. Not only was Emma there, but so was her father.

"So, she's dropped you, has she?" I enquired. "Come crawling back to me?"

"Is your father home?" asked her father.

I shook my head. "Nah. At a meeting. Discussing shit with the mayor." Kickbacks and bribes, I knew from experience.

Emma shook her head. "We need to talk to you. Can we come in, please?" she asked again.

I shrugged, and wished I had a cigarette. If she wants me back as her friend, she's gonna have to do some crawling, all right. This should be good. "Sure, knock yourself out."

I wandered back into the living room, sat on the couch. "So talk," I told her bluntly. "Make it good. That shit you pulled on me -"

Emma's father sat on the other end of the couch, and turned to face me. "Taylor," he told me seriously, "we've come to talk to you, about your behaviour."

I stared at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Emma chimed in. "Taylor, please. I've been trying to talk to you all year, and you just keep doing this to yourself. Are you still smoking and drinking?"

I rolled my eyes. "Only when I can get it. Dad refuses to pay for it, the fucking tightass."

Alan shook his head. "This is very self-destructive behaviour, Taylor. Emma and I care about what happens to you -"

I burst out laughing. "Fuck you! You threw me out of your fucking house!"

"Only because you tried to drink and smoke after you'd been told not to," Alan reminded me.

I stared at them both. "Fucking really? Is that why? Fuck, I thought it was something important. Like that prissy little friend of yours, Sophia. What you see in her, I'll never know."

Emma stared at me. "Because she's like you used to be, once upon a time, Taylor," she told me earnestly.

"You mean, stupid?" I laughed harshly. They both flinched.

Emma tried again. She really can't let well enough, could she? "No. Nice." She paused. "Well, nicer than you are now," she amended, with more honesty than I'd expected. "I liked you, Taylor, and not just because you could take me behind the scenes. I liked you as a friend. We used to have fun together. Why can't we be like that again?"

I shook my head. "I was having fun, Emma, when I was going around, kicking ass and taking what I wanted from people. And you were helping me. You were having fun then too, weren't you?"

Emma flushed and ducked her head; her father gave her a sharp glance.

"Yes," she admitted in a low tone of voice, "but I've changed. I can see what a bitch I was being." She raised her eyes to mine. "And if I can see it, if I can change, then you can too, Taylor. You were always smarter than me. It should be easier for you." She held out her hand. "I can help."

From his end of the couch, Alan held out his hand as well. "We can help, Taylor. We will help. All you have to do is ask. We'll be there." He drew a deep breath. "You're welcome back any time you want to visit. What happened last time, we'll forget it ever happened. A fresh start."

I wavered on the edge of accepting. Could it be this easy? Just walk away from my uncaring home life? Was I so invested in what Dad wanted, what he needed, that I needed to stay home with him?

Did Emma really care for me that much, that she'd come to me and beg me to let her help me? Or was this some sort of trick? But try as I might, I could not figure out the angle she was playing.

I took a deep breath; Emma and her father leaned forward slightly, unconsciously. "I -"

And then the front door opened. "Taylor, you here?"

It was Dad. And it was like a switch had been flicked by his voice, his presence. I couldn't believe I'd even thought that way, considered taking their offer. I was needed here. Dad needed me here.

I raised my voice. "In here, Dad."

"Those syphilitic dog-sucking motherfucking cocksucking ass-bandits. All take, take -"

He appeared from the entrance hall, carrying a large paper bag, then stopped short. "What the fuck? What are you doing here?"

Alan shook his head. "We came here to talk to Taylor about her behaviour, but I can see now where she gets it from." He stood up. "I want you to let Taylor come and stay with me and Zoe and Emma for a while. We need to -"

Dad's harsh laughter overrode his voice. "Not fucking likely. That bitch of a wife of mine tried to take her, but I beat that, and I'll kick your ass if you ever try the same thing. Taylor's my daughter, aren't you, Taylor?"

I got up from the couch and went to him. "Yes, Dad. I'm your daughter."

He nodded. "Good girl." He handed me the paper bag. "Something I picked up from the meeting for you."

It was heavy; I opened it to find half a bottle of Johnny Walker Red Label, plus three packs of cigarettes. I pulled out the bottle and one of the packs; like the bottle, the pack was half empty. Pulling the top off the bottle, I chugged a few mouthfuls.

"Fuck, Dad, that's the good stuff."

He showed his teeth in what might have been a smile. "Only the best for my little girl."

We looked at Alan and Emma Barnes, who were still standing there. With Dad's arrival, the balance had shifted once more. Now, I couldn't even imagine giving up the life I had. I pulled out a cigarette from the packet, and lit it with the lighter that had been in there as well.

"Sorry," I told them both in the frozen silence, "but I'm just gonna have to turn down your kind offer." I blew a smoke ring. "So why don't the two of you just fuck off."

"Taylor ..." Emma tried again, reaching toward me.

"Fuck off!" I screamed.

Alan put a hand on her shoulder, and they turned and left. We heard the door close.

By the time we sat down for dinner, I had already forgotten about their visit.

And then the phone rang.

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Emma and Alan

"I don't like it," Alan Barnes muttered. "I'm not an expert, but that situation screams 'abuse' to me." He took a deep breath. "I'm going to make a few calls, see if there isn't anything I can do."

On the way home, Emma listened as he made one speakerphone call after another. Eventually, he was down to one name, a Justice Cardwell. Everyone else had gotten cold feet, as soon as Danny Hebert's name had come up.

"I'm sure she's being abused," Alan told him frankly. "The drinking, the swearing, the acting out at school. My daughter was friends with her for a long time, and she can attest to the difference in her character." He paused. "I'll call you back, once I'm out of the car," he added, with a glance at Emma.

"I'll be waiting," Campbell promised.

Once at home, Alan shut himself in his study and called Cardwell back.

"He brought home cigarettes and alcohol for her," he told the judge. "I saw them; Emma did too. And he's got influence over her; what she thinks, what she says, she's modelling it ever closer to what he thinks and says. That's not a good household for a fifteen year old." He took a deep breath. "Can you help me with this?"

"It does sound serious," Cardwell agreed. "Let me get back to you. I'll ring you later tonight."

"Thank you, sir," Alan told him with relief. "I'll be waiting on your call."

He put the phone down with a sense of a job well done.

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Danny and Taylor

Dad took the call, and he spent several moments swearing.

"Fine," he growled at last. "That thing you wanted done? Consider it settled. Good enough?"

The answer seemed to be in the affirmative.

They spoke for a few more moments, then he hung up.

"That'll fuck him," he grinned viciously.

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Alan Barnes

Alan Barnes paced the floor. Cardwell should have called back by now. What's keeping him?

His mobile beeped, indicating an incoming text. He snatched it up.

"Barnes,
Sorry.
Got a better offer.
CC"

He got to Cardwell, he thought. Fuck.

He shook his head. I don't even know where to go from here.

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Taylor

I lay in bed later that night.

I knew what was going on, of course. Dad meant to show Mr Barnes that he couldn't rescue me from him, no matter how he tried.

And I had helped him. I had stood firm alongside him, and told them to fuck off.

But what if I didn't want to be here? What if I actually wanted to be rescued?

I couldn't see a way out. I couldn't see a way to defy Dad.

My room seemed to compress on me, tighter and tighter.

I had no way out.

I could hardly breathe.

I was just a bug to him, of no significance. Like all the other lives he made or ruined with a word.

A bug, trapped in amber.

I was trapped by my own actions.

I drifted into a restless sleep.

When I woke in the morning, I could not remember my dreams.

But I knew two things.

The first was that Dad was right. Fuck everyone around you. Get what you can, however you can. It was the only way.

The second was that I had super-powers. Fuck knows how I got them, but I got them. Fuck Dad, fuck Emma, fuck Sophia.

I was going to be a supervillain.


End of Interlude


Part 7

 

[Peanuckle]

Man, you're really churning this stuff out. It's like the early days of HCtBB, where we'd get mega-chapters all the time.

This was pretty informative and I'm feeling a little more sympathy for everyone involved in the Taylor debacle, except the dad. He's even worse than canon Danny at parenting.

The Pig... man, I just see "Bond Villain" written all over her, I love it.

 

[Ack]

Man, you're really churning this stuff out. It's like the early days of HCtBB, where we'd get mega-chapters all the time.

This was pretty informative and I'm feeling a little more sympathy for everyone involved in the Taylor debacle, except the dad. He's even worse than canon Danny at parenting.

The Pig... man, I just see "Bond Villain" written all over her, I love it.

Click to shrink...

She's the only supervillain in BB who has had to have their escape tunnel enlarged three times.

Currently writing next post.

 

[Ack]

Adventures in the MirrorVerse

Part 7: Preparations


I had arranged to meet Sellsword around midnight at the old ferry terminal north, near the shipyards. Dad had put a great deal of effort into making sure that the ferry stayed shut down. If people didn't have a cheap and easy way to get from one end of the city to the other, they tended to stay in the same dead-end jobs their whole lives, and keep paying union dues, instead of looking for better work elsewhere.

Despite my best efforts, I was sure I was late, but as I climbed on to the viewing platform, he stepped out of the shadows. His visor lit up at the same time; it kind of made sense that he could turn it off so he could hide in the darkness.

His voice was a low growl in the darkness. "I thought you weren't coming."

I tried not to pant too obviously. "Sorry. Won't happen again."

"No, it won't." The phrase was a threat. "You said you had something for me."

"Sort of. I was contacted by the Upsiders."

"I know. I read the boards too."

"Oh. Well, I met them. And they invited me back to their base. And ... kind of invited me to join. And I kind of accepted."

"What, so you're a fucking hero now?"

His claymore came up - or at least, so I surmised from the glowing lines of power that hovered in the air - and he stepped forward.

I shook my head and held up my hands defensively. If he attacked me, all I had was my bugs, and I wasn't all that sure that I could beat him with them. "No, no. I'm a mole. I've gotten their names and I know their faces -"

He cut me off, his voice tinged with a certain excitement. "Insight. Do you have Insight's name and what she looks like?"

I nodded. "Sure, but -"

"But nothing!". He moved forward, fast, a blur in the darkness. Only the bugs I had on the tip of his sword told me where it was. I jumped back, tripped, turned it into a clumsy roll, then swarmed the area between us with bugs.

"If you kill me," I called out, over the hum and buzz of the swarm, "you lose your best lead on her!"

"So talk to me!" he called back, using the sword to probe through the swarm. When the bugs contacted it, they died. I moved away from him. "We can share the bounty!"

"Like we did the last fucking time, Sellout?" I shot back.

"What did you call me?"

"You heard! You can't play straight, no matter what you do! I was gonna give you the chance to be in at the kill, to find out who's pointing them at their busts, but you know what? Fuck you! You'll just stab me in the fucking back again!"

"Wait!" he yelled. "Wait!"

But I was done waiting. I left him swiping his sword through the swarm, and walked away.

If I was going to get the lowdown on the Upsiders and collect the bounty on them, I'd have to do it all by myself.

Fuck.

<><>​

I was still in a bad temper when I met up with the Upsiders the next day. I didn't have any bags under my eyes, but I think Insight figured something out, because she gave me a concerned look.

"You all right?" she asked.

"I'll be good," I growled. "Just point me at the cocksuckers."

I had brought with me a large variety of the most venomous bugs I could gather. Brockton Bay was a fairly clean city, but there were people, and there was trash, and so there were bugs of most every type.

Brian moved up alongside me as we got into the vans. "Everything okay?" he murmured.

"Yeah," I replied. We climbed into the van; Rachel and Lisa and Alec were going in one, so that Rachel's dogs could go with, and Brian and I would be in the other, with the big fuck-off swarm I was working on gathering.

As we drove off, Brian looked at me. "If you've got a problem, we can talk about it," he told me, his normally clownish demeanour absent for once.

I shook my head. "No," I told him. "I'm good."

We didn't say anything for a while, then the van ahead pulled into a side street. Brian followed; I kept gathering bugs.

We all got out, and Lisa indicated across the street and down a ways. "In there. They've got the windows taped over."

With that as a cue, I investigated with my bugs. And found a lot of bare skin.

"That's weird," I muttered. "Most of them are in their underwear."

"Not weird at all," Lisa corrected me. "It's so they can't conceal drugs or money on their persons. How many people there, and how many have clothes on?"

"Thirty ... thirty-one people. Six with clothes on, and guns. I think they're guns. They feel like guns."

Tenebrae, now costumed up as we all were, gave me a look of respect, as did Marionette. "That's useful intel," Marionette told me. "Where are the guards?"

I scratched out a rectangle in the dirt with a stick. "Room. Doors here and here. People here, with tables here and here. Guards here, here, here ... and here."

As I spoke, I scratched in shapes and added bugs. Little ones for people, big scarab beetles for guards.

"Okay," Lisa began crisply. "We go in three and two. I go in with Hive Queen and Tenebrae through this entrance, and a swam of bugs. Marionette and K-9 come in through this entrance, with the dogs. We hit the guards hard, first, and neutralise them. Then we make sure the people aren't gonna cause problems, start loading up the money, and destroy the drugs."

Brian indicated the gallon container of gasoline he was carrying. "Are we actually going to set fire to the place?"

Lisa shook her head. "No, but if we open the bags and pour that over it, it will pretty well ruin the whole stock. We get everyone out and drop a match before we leave, just to make sure."

"So long as we get everyone out," Marionette confirmed. "We don't want anyone hurt."

"Yeah," Rachel agreed. She turned to her dogs and started exerting her powers.

It was weird, watching her work. They started out as ordinary looking dogs, but they got bigger, stronger, tougher ... and more majestic. Their fur grew out, especially around the shoulders, where it started looking a bit like a mane. According to Rachel, it made hanging on a lot easier.

Alec turned to me. "Your swarm ready?"

"Ready," I replied shortly.

"Then let's do this."


End of Part 7

 

[Ack]

Adventures in the MirrorVerse

Part 8: Heist


Brian kicked in the door. The guard standing next to it started to turn, bringing his gun up, but I swarmed him with hundreds of bugs, all biting or stinging, some venomous. He screamed and dropped his gun, as did the other two guards that I was treating similarly. There were three more guards that we knew of; I saw two more go down, shaking and writhing, under Marionette's careful control.

Where was the sixth?

At the same time that I formulated the thought, Lisa voiced it.

"Everyone! Look alive! Sixth guard unaccounted for!"

Rachel's dogs were rampaging through the room, following her whistled signals. Each gun was grabbed in massive jaws and returned to the dogs' mistress, dropped at her feet like a stick thrown to be returned. The workers shrieked; some hid under the long tables at which they had been working. All were in their underwear, most were female.

I couldn't figure it out; I had distinctly counted six people wearing clothes.

Or at least, I thought I had.

"Maybe I miscounted?" I asked out loud.

"K-9! How many guns?" called out Brian.

"Five!" reported Rachel.

"Five guns, five guards?" asked Marionette, beginning to bind the guards he had brought down. Brian helped me with the ones I had stung into submission.

Lisa shook her head. "Something doesn't add up."

"Well, we can't worry about it too long," Marionette advised her. "K-9, are your dogs ready to take on cargo?"

Rachel was unfolding panniers and strapping them to the dogs. "Will be in a moment. Hive Queen, a hand?"

I nodded and moved over to assist her. Taking a pannier, I unfolded it and started strapping it on. The massive animal, Angelina by name, turned and licked me, with a tongue over a foot wide. If I hadn't had a full face mask on, it would have covered my entire face.

Something started nagging at me, a pain behind my eyeballs. I hadn't tried to control this many bugs before, crawling over all the workers, keeping track of all their movements at once. Maybe it was giving me a migraine.

I couldn't let it bother me. Rachel and I moved the dogs over near the pallet of money and started stacking bricks of money into the panniers. There was a lot of cash there.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brian and Alec slash open bag after bag of white powder - cocaine, I gathered - and then pour the contents of the gallon can over them. The stink of the accelerant rose into the air, and the workers cried out in renewed fear.

"Do not worry!" Marionette called out to them all. "We will not harm you! We will even get the guards to safety! But this needs to be destroyed! You will be safe!"

I saw Lisa, her lips moving, trying to work something out, but then I had to get back to packing the panniers full of cash. Every brick that went in there, I would have a one-fifth share in. You can bet I packed those panniers full.

And then Lisa's head came up. "Fuck. Reinforcements."

<><>​

The Day Before

"So, who are we likely to face?" I really wanted to know this.

"There are other things going on around town," explained Lisa, "so ..."

"What other things?" Brian asked it, just ahead of me.

Lisa shook her head. "Sorry. Need to know. We don't. But it does mean that the Syndicate is likely to be taken up with other stuff. Chances are, we'll get three, maybe four Minions."

Great, I thought. Up against my future teammates.

"Sorry," Brian put in, "but I haven't been keeping up with the boards. Who's in the Minions at the moment? Is Usurper still the leader?"

"No, he joined the Syndicate proper," Marionette told him with a sigh. "Can't you take anything seriously?"

"The leader of the Minions," Lisa put in sharply, "is Zombieman. He flies, and he's nearly impossible to take down for good. Hit him hard and hit him a lot. Not really a zombie, but may as well be one."

"I'll get my dogs on it," Rachel promised. "Anything I have to worry about, to avoid killing him?"

"Yeah, don't separate the head from the neck." Lisa's voice was absolutely serious, as it always was. "Just try to subdue him, all right. Keep him out of the fight."

Marionette took up the thread. "The rest of the members are Chauvinist, Redshift, Stopwatch, Kid Conquest and Shadow Slayer."

"And don't forget Headbutt," Lisa reminded him. "He was a minor villain around town, got recruited into the Minions just a few days ago."

"So what's with Chauvinist?" I asked. "Emotion bolts or something, right?"

"He fires bolts that stun you and make you horny," Rachel put in. "He was going as 'Roofie' for a while, but the Syndicate made him change it. He tries to make out as a Tinker, in a suit of armour, but the smart money's on Kid Conquest making it for him."

"Yeah, Kid Conquest is the Tinker, I remember that much," Brian commented. "A hoverboard or something?"

Lisa nodded. "Hoverboard with mounted lasers. They don't hit too hard, but if he gets a chance to pepper you, you're in trouble."

"And then there's Stopwatch," Marionette went on. "Don't let him touch you, or you'll suddenly find a gun barrel in your face. He will literally freeze you in time. Or anything else he wants to freeze. One of his favourite ways to evade police pursuit is to freeze pieces of paper right across the road. Or a string. It will cut a car right in half."

"Don't let Stopwatch touch me, right," I agreed, just to show I was keeping up. "So ... Redshift?"

"Yeah, she stretches and shrinks space," Lisa clarified. "Also, she's about twelve. Do not underestimate her. She could crush us by making the floor to ceiling space one inch. She's apparently overcome her Manton limit."

"Okay, next is ... Shadow Slayer." Lisa looked at Brian. "She used to be Shadow Stalker, right?"

"Haha, yeah," Brian grinned. The others chuckled as well.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"She's his nemesis," grinned Rachel. "Back in the day, he'd go after her, and she'd pop him with a blunt arrowhead. It was like a big game of hide and seek for them."

"Did you ever catch her?" I asked, curious despite myself.

Brian coughed into his fist. "Maybe. But she got away again."

Lisa frowned. "She never meant any real harm, so we never pressed the issue. But now she's apparently using real arrows, and calling herself Shadow Slayer ..."

Brian shook his head. "I can't believe she's changed so much. I think it must be the Syndicate making her act like that."

Alec gave him a hard stare. "If we encounter her, and she's lining up on one of us, you don't hesitate. Got it?"

"Got it," Brian agreed, but he didn't sound happy.

<><>​

"How many?" asked Marionette.

I spread my bugs out. "Six ... no, seven. One ..."

" ... on the roof," Insight finished.

Marionette turned to her. "Seriously. We need to have a chat about your 'guesses'."

"Later, guys," Rachel put in hastily. "Right now, we need to worry about the villains outside. Who are they?"

Brian had put darkness all over the windows, and was peering out through the plastic sheeting; he could see through his darkness but no-one else could.

"I count ... Zombieman, Kid Conquest, Chauvinist, Stopwatch, Headbutt and Redshift," he reported.

"And the seventh on the roof," I added. "I think it's female. There's something that may be a skirt."

"Shit, that could be anyone from Flaunt to Death," muttered Marionette.

"So what do we do now?" Rachel asked.

<><>​

Pandemic had just been in the process of overseeing the return of the drugs to the clearing house when the doors were smashed in, and her guards went down. She had thought fast; dropping to the floor, she doffed her robes, leaving her in just underwear. Grabbing one of the unlucky workers, she had killed the woman with a brain aneurysm, then dragged her under the table, replacing her while the confusion was still going on.

She was good, she knew, but she needed to touch them to get control. Briefly, she considered living up to her name and releasing an airborne pathogen to kill the heroes, but decided not to go that route; the drugs and money, after all, were the valuable thing here. Infecting them with disease spores was probably not the best thing to do. And while she was not overly squeamish, killing all these workers and guards just to get the heroes was also probably overkill.

She decided to wait and see ...

<><>​

"Why haven't they just burst on in?" asked Rachel. "They can't be worried about the people here."

"The drugs and money," Marionette suggested. "They don't want to risk its destruction."

"Okay, fuck it," snapped Brian. "They're waiting on us. Let's go out and give them what they want."

Insight glanced at Marionette. "Careful out there," she told him. "I'll stay back with Hive Queen. There's something off about this situation ..."

<><>​

The doors burst open, and Rachel's dogs burst out, with her atop the lead one. Tenebrae had filled the street with darkness, and so the villains were caught unawares. I used my bugs to heighten the chaos, biting and stinging whatever exposed flesh they could find. Redshift suffered quite badly due to this; she had cutouts all over her costume, despite simply not having the figure for it.

Still, it looked bad for a few moments, until Stopwatch and Chauvinist abruptly collided while attempting to move past one another. Chauvinist was frozen solid, and Stopwatch knocked cold, which turned the tide considerably in our favour.

"Did you see that?" I asked. "What did that? Marionette?"

"Hm, possibly," answered Lisa. She was wandering past the rows of workers at the table; I turned to follow her, able to keep track of the battle with my bugs. "But what bothers me is ..."

I went cold all over. There was a body under the table. A dead body. Cold, lifeless. And the worker that Lisa was just in the process of walking past had turned, and was reaching out for her ...

I acted without thinking; leaping forward, I flicked out my telescoping baton and smashed it down on the wrist of the worker. She screamed and fell off the chair; Lisa leaped clear of her grasping hands.

"Dead body under the table," I reported.

"This one killed her," Lisa filled in. "Not a worker. A cape. Teenage, female." She paused. "Oh shit."

The window shattered inward, and Teaser came to a halt, not three yards from the both of us. We looked at each other, then at the stricken 'worker'.

"Fuck me." muttered Lisa. "Pandemic."

<><>​

"What did you do to my sister?" screamed Teaser.

"She'll be fine," Insight told her. She blinked rapidly several times; assimilating data? "But there's something that you need to know."

"There's nothing I need you telling me," Teaser snapped. "You can't hurt me, and if you hurt her, I'll kill you. I might do it anyway."

"If I get my hands on you, bitch," Pandemic remarked from the floor, "I will personally turn every second cell cancerous, and watch as your body eats itself from the inside."

"Teaser!" Lisa's voice was urgent. "What happened to your mother? What did Pandemic do to her?"

"Nothing ..." Teaser began, her voice fading. "No ... I can't remember ... I ..."

"Shut up!" screamed Pandemic. "Shut your fucking mouth!" She lunged up off the floor at Insight, who kicked her under the chin. Her head went back, and she slumped to the ground.

Teaser tensed again. "What did you do to my sister?" she screamed, in exactly the same tone as before.

"Your parents," Insight's voice was rapid but clear. "They aren't the same as they were a few years ago, are they? They aren't like they were before Pandemic triggered, are they? Why is that, Teaser? Why is that? What did she do to them?"

Teaser clutched her head. "No ..." she moaned. "No ... it's not true ... don't make it true ... I can't think stuff about her ... I can't ..."

She sank to her knees, bowed her head. She seemed in the extremity of pain. I looked at the both of them. I had no idea what Insight had just done, and hoped like hell that she would never do it to me.

<><>​

The battle outside was over; battered, a little worse for wear, but victorious, Tenebrae, Marionette and K-9 re-entered the building.

"Fuck," Brian blurted. "What the fuck happened?"

"Tell you later," Insight told him rapidly. "Let's get going. More will be here shortly."

<><>​

The guards were dragged outside, along with the dead worker. We carefully, not letting bare skin touch bare skin, dragged Pandemic outside. Marionette briefly took control of Teaser to walk her outside. Then Brian tossed a match on to the gasoline-soaked drugs, and ran like hell.

We stashed the panniers in the vans, and Alec and Lisa drove those away, while Rachel led off potential pursuit with her dogs, with Brian providing darkness cover. I rode with Lisa.

"Nicely done," Lisa praised me. "You probably saved my life with your baton."

"I had no idea what she intended," I confessed. "I just ... acted."

"Well, I'm glad that you did," she replied. Reaching across, she offered her hand. I shook it uncertainly. "Welcome to the Upsiders."

We rode on in silence; she was apparently happy to let the conversation lapse, while I had things to think about.

How has she not picked up that I'm going to betray them?

If she has, what has she got planned?

No matter what I do, I'm screwed.

And the van rolled on, away from the burning drug house.


End of Part 8

Interlude: Saint Geoff and the Dragon

 

[Tamahori]

This is fascinating to watch, you have to wonder what people meeting their opposite would be like.

The one that really scares me is, What is Dragon Like in This Setting? Evil Dragon, very scary.

Heh, Saint as an actual hero?

 

[doomlord9]

This is fascinating to watch, you have to wonder what people meeting their opposite would be like.

The one that really scares me is, What is Dragon Like in This Setting? Evil Dragon, very scary.

Heh, Saint as an actual hero?

Click to shrink...

And yet, absolutely nothing has changed about how he acts or thinks. It's just that this time his paranoia is actually correct.

 

[Biigoh]

Incorrect!

Saint would have a FABULOUS! goatee that he takes care of. :3

 

[doomlord9]

And Colin remains completely unable to grow facial hair.

 

[Peanuckle]

And Colin remains completely unable to grow facial hair.

Click to shrink...

But... but... Halbeard!

Halchin just doesn't have the same ring to it.

Anyways: pretty smooth entrance and exit, though the fight was just skipped over. Insight was a lot gentler with her aggressive diplomacy than I had expected. If it were so easy to break past Pandemic's programming, how has Teaser not done it already?

And man, once she does get through, Victoria is gonna break hard. Of course, given her original disposition I can't say she doesn't deserve a long stay in a small cell, but there's not much that can contain them.

Have you put any thought to the larger situation? The reversal seems to leave the heroes pretty anemic, at least in Brockton Bay. Though, if we're sticking to the numbers, heroes now outnumber villains 3:1. That's really good, but they seem to be uncoordinated. An interlude with some kind of professional hero organization could really go a long way, I think.

 

[Biigoh]

A.... professional hero organization? Madness!