All You Need is (Not) Kill (Worm SI)

VaporDeagle · Jul 19, 2015

So, yes. I'm writing a Worm SI.

This is going so well already.

Anyway, there's a list of stuff I must say.
1. Disclaimer: I do not own Worm or any of its properties, I also don't own any other stuff from other story and such that I will be using in this fic.
2. I'm not a native English speaker, so be warned for my horrible grammar that you will be seeing soon.
3. As a long time fan of anime and generally being Asian, the fic will definitely be somewhat influenced by a bit, this is not an excuse, if I deviate too much, warn me.

And since there's huge amount of people no liking SI for their tendency to...have stuff happened to them. I wrote out the whole first Arc of the story first then post it down.

I will be posting a chapter for the first arc of the story everyday, and see if the reader like it or not.

If yes, then it's good. If not, well...

Anyway, let's put that aside, enjoy!

Index:
Arc 1:One Hell of a Stab-tastic Start!!! (09-09-2010)
1.1(This post), 1.2 (Alt), 1.3, 1.4, 1.5, 1.6, 1.7, Interlude 1 (Red Glare)

Arc 2: A New York in a Sunny City (11-09-2010 to 23-09-2010)
2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 2.4, 2.5, 2.6, Interlude 2 (PHO), Interlude 3 (Frogger)

Arc 3: Reintroduction to what should have been known (23-09-2010 to ??-09-2010)
3.1, 3.2, 3.3, Interlude 4 (Multiple), 3.4, 3.5, 3.6

Arc 4: The Dreaded Number, Someone Will Definitely Die (26-9-2010 to 28-9-2010)
4.1, 4.2, 4.3, 4.4, 4.5, 4.6, 4.7, 4.8, 4.9, Interlude 5 (Multiple)

Arc 5: Brockton Bay Bizarre Baseball League (01-10-2010 to 04-10-2010)
5.1, 5.2, 5.3

Omake:
In which Riley fixes problem in the best way (Aoirann)

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[Chosen uploaded]
[Memory Wipe: Family, Self, Worm]
[Power Granted]
[Objective: Stop the apocalypse]

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I woke up, and quickly clutched my head from the pain and dizziness. It was not a pleasant feeling.

I found myself lying on the cold, wet, ceramic floor and with my aching hands, I lifted myself off of it. Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the environment. Without my spectacles, I can't see well. But I still saw that the white-tiled wall was covered in crimson.

Horror settled in me as I put my hand into my view, and saw that it was covered in blood. It was everywhere in this room, or washroom to be more precise, after I regained my bearings. My muscles strained as I stood upright once more and walked toward the mirror.

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

I hunched myself on the washing bin, and saw that my clothes were drenched in blood with bits of gore stuck in my black hair. Leaning against the wall, I saw two bloody leg-stumps right in front of the toilet seat. So unless I didn't go insane, I might have just popped into existence from inside someone, violently.

[Objective: Eliminate The Catalyst: Success]

How the hell that happened, I have no idea, and why the hell am I not panicking right now? Something was not right and it's telling me that this is not a nightmare, as shown by the pain from pinching my own cheek.

I was about to open the door until I heard voices on the outside. Without making much creaking, I peeked through the door and saw two persons, eating their meal on a table. It seems nice and that food smells really good right now, but I don't think that showing myself to them would be a good idea.

[Worm Dweller detected][Cold Emitter detected]

On the left side of the table, there's a 40-something-year old man, eating a plate full of sandwiches with cheese, ham and vegetables. Looking good, except he looked like a druggie and his mouth split wide open to eat the sandwich whole. The woman at the right? Had white hair and eyes that have their colours in reverse, white in iris, black around the edge. Also, a 50 cal sniper rifle was propped up on the chair next to her. Like hell that's a normal household appliances!

I could feel 'danger and murderer' being screamed from their appearance alone. If I want to get out of here alive, I need a weapon. I quickly remembered something shiny between the leg stumps and there it was, a knife. I had no idea how the hell am I supposed to kill them with a knife, and how the hell did they not notice this huge mess in the washro-

"Just how long will Jack sit on his damn throne?" the man yelled.

"Be patient, Breed. Besides, I can quite understand his relief after that explosive release." the woman replied.

If I laughed now, I would probably die with extreme prejudice. So I did not, biting my hand to stifle my giggle. Anyway, the plan. Think for a moment, charging in with the knife as fast as possible is suicidal, and yelling 'Banzai' won't help either. So instead, I did the complete opposite. With one last deep breath, I opened the door slowly and slipped through it.

[Combat Mode On][Emotional Suppression Level 2]

Good, they didn't notice me. As I sauntered towards them, I noticed that there's still a faint hint of blood in the air, and yet they didn't notice. It's not that the smell of the food covered it, so I concluded that they had dwelled in the suffering of others so much that they couldn't even notice blood in the air. That's good, because it meant I wouldn't hesitate to kill them.

I am now right beside the table, and even as I took a seat between them, they still haven't noticed my presence. Then I let out my intention by lunging my knife towards the man.

Suddenly, my vision changed into a monochromatic view of black and white and I saw black lines shaped like blood vessels coming from a dot on the man's chest. I stabbed the dot and the man just died, falling face forward into his meal. Quickly, I reversed my knife and jabbed it right into the woman's chest just as she tried to grab her rifle. The expression of confusion and fear settled on her face permanently as her corpse fall backward.

I did it. I killed them and I survived.

What the fuck is wrong with my head. This is not right! What the hell happened to me!? I should be panicking while shitting and pissing my pants right now! And now I had straight up killed two persons because they might be a threat to my existence, with skill that a complete nerd like me couldn't have!? What the actual fuck!?

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

And it's doing that fucking shit again. Just get out of my head, dammit!

…

I calmed down, and thought. What was actually inside my head right now? Are you here to help me?

…

No answer. Of course, it might be some kind of...thing to help my survival. Maybe part of my...power? Yeah, I have powers now. Should I be happy about it since I killed two people with it? Fuck it, I don't know your name, but I will name you Second Passenger for now, since you are pretty much piggyback-riding my body.

Now, let's move on to bigger and real problems: I am starving, I need new clothes and I need a hot shower. There's still food on the table, and I doubt the decaying of the corpses will happen fast enough to annoy my meal. The washroom might be covered in blood, but it's functional. And...erm, the man's clothes were too big for me, and the woman's…

...Sorry.

And apparently she didn't believe in underwear, this was going to be a bit difficult...

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After enjoying the comfort from a good bath and meal while ignoring the two corpses in the room, I opened the door to the outside and the sun directly above greeted me.

The building that I was in before was apparently a motel. I remembered my father never rented rooms in any motels at all because cheap places like these are just not safe enough for hi-I can't remember his face.

Or his name either! Not even my mom, no, my sister, I can't remember it! Then who am...I? I can remember everything else in my life, how I have been an Asian for as long as I could remember and yet I can't remember my name, how!?

[Combat Mode On][Emotional Suppression Level 1][Echo in the Sand detected]

Taking advantage of my loss of focus, a hail of flechettes was shot at me. My body simply moved on it own and dodged out of the way, running and jumping behind a car. Before I could even comprehend what was going on, my body flopped onto the asphalt and the car just exploded. No, not the car, the glass!

I cautiously peeked upward and saw a brown skinned woman wearing a dress made of glass with a pair of wings made of giant glass panels, along with numerous shards of glass surrounding her like a whirlwind of angry bees.

Thankfully, those were not actual bees, or else I would be too busy pissing in my pants to run back to the motel while dodging even more of the glass hail. I needed a ranged weapon to hit her and there's one right in the room.

[Flaming Phantom detected]

My body suddenly jolted to the left, right before a fireball passed through where I was and set the goddamn room on fire. Like a phantom, a young white woman in a red dress strolled through the flames, fire burning from her hands, yet not harming her.

The damn cheap motel and its stupid fire extinguishing mechanism was not working! I rolled to dodge another bolt and another to get to the rifle. She knew I needed that rifle and throw a fire bolt at it. While everything in the room was flammable because it's a cheap motel with no safety standards, a rifle made of steel and plastic was not.

With a swing, I lifted the heavy rifle up and smashed the fire alarm with its butt. Water was sprayed everywhere as the mechanism finally worked, and the girl quickly turned from a psychopath into a terrified woman as her flames stopped working. With another swing, I smacked her face with the rifle and dragged her in front of me.

As soon as I stepped outside once more, a hail of flechettes was fired at me, but the young woman took most of it. Not wanting to know how much better the glass bitch control her flechettes, I lifted the rifle up and aimed. It's still a freaking 50 cal rifle, so I used the fire girl's body to absorb most of the recoil. It still took the wind out of me when I fired.

The bullet flew true, right at the woman's throat. My question as to why my body aimed at her throat was silenced when the glass woman fell from the sky, glass shattering right as she did so. My urge to facepalm has been rising when I found out that the birdy wore nothing but glass. Talk about wardrobe malfunctions and extreme edginess…

With both combatants downed, I dropped the fire girl, who was surprisingly not that wounded, onto the ground. I rested myself on the rifle, careful not to point the barrel at my face, just to catch my breath. That was...intense.

Yeah, that's one word to say that, intense. No way could I have survived that without the second passenger. But for now, I rested, while staring at the naked body of the woman I defeated.

[Illusive Invulnerable Immortal detected]

However, even that was robbed from me as I heard heavy stomping behind me. Instead of turning around to face the threat, my body bolted away to the left before a wind rushed past me. I felt pain stinging from three long cuts on my face, blood flowing from the wound as I face the threat.

What the fuck?! Why is that woman naked, and why is she covered in zebra stripe with a matching hairstyle!? And how the fuck did she tear right through three cars like nothing!? Even the pavement was covered in her deep footprints!

At this rate, I might need to make a serious reminder of not being distracted by naked people just to make sure my blood didn't flow down there instead of something more important like my brain and limbs!

[Fallen Eco-Shielder detected]

Something heavy landed behind me, windows shattered right as I spun to face it. On the crushed car was a gigantic white robot, shaped like a creepy mannequin with claws that could chop an horse in half. One of its hand raised up, and the blade spun like a helicopter.

Yeah no, I'd prefer the zero modesty lady than you, creepy terminator. I quickly ran off to the opposite direction and dashed off towards the zebra lady. The lady raised her right hand up and charged towards me, but her left was clearly cocked to punch my head off.

Even that was easy to read for me, and dodging was the second passenger's job. With that done, I raised up the rifle and used the lady's skull to brace for the recoil. She didn't even flinch when I fired the rifle three times. Each shot punctured the robot, but I didn't seem to hit any vital parts.

The woman quickly swung her fist at me and I simply stepped back, but the rifle had its barrel ripped off. Not that I needed that much accuracy in this sort of closed-in fight, and the rifle was getting too hefty anyway. I braced the rifle on her once more, and just kept firing.

Another swing, another dodge, another volley. I repeated until the rifle clicked empty. I flipped the rifle and swung its butt to the lady, the weapon shattering as I expected. That was just a distraction though, enough time for me to draw my knife ou-

The robot, having dropped onto the ground after I hit something vital, launched its claw like a chained rocket fist. But I only read its true intention after the fist impacted the lady and exploded into a thousand pieces, each travelling as fast as a bullet.

Adrenalin slowed my perception down and I could see my arm, the one wielding the knife, flipping it and deflecting the shrapnel away from my body. I could feel some hit me, ripping my flesh, but none hit my vital organs.

Just as I prepared my stand, I heard another heavy footsteps behind me, the footsteps sounded like several people were running an-JESUS FUCK WHAT WAS THAT.

[Emotional Suppression Level 2][Mutant Adapter detected]

It was a goddamn six-legged mutant chimera with the general shape of a lion, eyes everywhere on its body and it has more teeth than a Steve Austin's show. Am I seeing things because I'm losing SAN points !?

But the thing in front of me was very real and from its mouth, it sprayed out a stream of clean liquid. I dodged to the side, as I had seen enough horror movies to know what that was.

The hissing noise of the melting car confirmed my fear, and the acid flowed down the woman like it was nothing but water. Now how do I work this to my advantage?

Another spray of acid was launched at me with no way to evade. Rather than giving up, my vision changed into black and white and my body stabbed the liquid, somehow neutralizing it-oh ew, it's still damn slobber and now I can't use this camo shirt anymore.

It then charged at me, each step like an earthquake on its own as it shook my stance. My passenger adjusted and I spun to its side as it ran past me, allowing me to cut its flesh with a line from the vision.

But no matter how I cut, the wound healed just as fast I did. No, I'm doing it wrong, starting to remember who used this ability before.

The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, the power to see the death of all things and reach it. But no time to scrutinize it. Now it's do or die.

The massive beast stopped its momentum and galloped towards me, just as I prepared for another round. Another spray of acid, clearly meant for distraction, I simply neutralized it without taking my eyes off the beast. And as I dodged past its lumbering mass, I sliced it vertically.

The lower half was cut off entirely, and the front half was left with only a head and a pair of legs. I was then treated to the stupidest thing I have ever seen in my life.

Apparently, my knife somewhat halted the regeneration, but the front half of the body was still regenerating everything, including the massive amount of blood needed to support the body.

The blood was then spraying out like a massive geyser, coating everything in red and destroying anything in its path. The robot was engulfed by the blood while the zebra lady did not even care about it in the slightest bit.

I realized that the mutant lion was actually a sentient being when he spewed a barrage of profanities and obscenities as he became a bloody rocket, flying uncontrollably while leaving stream of red.

Now, annoyance appeared on the woman's face and with one massive leap, she crossed the distance between both of us in nearly an instant. Shit, no time to dodge. I need to kill her, but will my knife cut through her?

Before those questions were even asked, my vision shifted and my second passenger just stabbed her in the dot.

She popped like a soap bubble.

What. What the actual fuck!? What the hell was that!?

So I just stood there, surrounded by the fallen bodies of my enemies, in a place that had definitely seen better time (and less cheap motels). My only expression was my gaping mouth, uttering the word 'what'.

[Resident Biohazard detected]

Which was just enough for someone to sneak behind, not even my second passenger could react fast enough against the threat as white smoke spread around me. I took just one breath, my limbs going numb and eventually paralysed. With no strength in my legs, I slumped down onto the pavement and heard a child's laughter behind me.

"Looks like we have a great specimen today!"

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Author Note: NO MORE INVISIBLE TEXT, ALL COLOUR!!!

Biigoh · Jul 19, 2015

Tanuki gib likes for the Slaughter!

Ack · Jul 19, 2015

... how exactly did he take down Siberian?

Also, to do invisi-text, set 'color' to 'invisible'.

Xilph · Jul 19, 2015

Ack said:
... how exactly did he take down Siberian?

Also, to do invisi-text, set 'color' to 'invisible'.

Presumably they used their ability to target the connection to the shard to effectively kill the Siberian, they're fundamentally disconnected from Manton though so he should still be fine and able to recreate her but the actual projection was likely just disconnected. The power they took doesn't have precedent of anything like this though and can be easily argued to be planet destroying depending on how you feel like deciding their undefined limits so it's possible it actually killed Manton or the power somehow.

Transparent is what I always used.
Invisible actually works?

EDIT: Setting text color to invisible seems to do nothing, I suggest using transparent instead as that did work as seen by the fact you can't see the text I made transparent.

Ack · Jul 19, 2015

Xilph said:
Presumably they used their ability to target the connection to the shard to effectively kill the Siberian, they're fundamentally disconnected from Manton though so he should still be fine and able to recreate her but the actual projection was likely just disconnected. The power they took doesn't have precedent of anything like this though and can be easily argued to be planet destroying depending on how you feel like deciding their undefined limits so it's possible it actually killed Manton or the power somehow.

Transparent is what I always used.
Invisible actually works?

EDIT: Setting text color to invisible seems to do nothing, I suggest using transparent instead as that did work as seen by the fact you can't see the text I made transparent.

yeah, my bad. Transparent.

VaporDeagle · Jul 20, 2015

Yay! Good to see comments here!

Anyway, let's answer some question.

Ack said:
... how exactly did he take down Siberian?

Also, to do invisi-text, set 'color' to 'invisible'.

Xilph said:
Presumably they used their ability to target the connection to the shard to effectively kill the Siberian, they're fundamentally disconnected from Manton though so he should still be fine and able to recreate her but the actual projection was likely just disconnected. The power they took doesn't have precedent of anything like this though and can be easily argued to be planet destroying depending on how you feel like deciding their undefined limits so it's possible it actually killed Manton or the power somehow.

Transparent is what I always used.
Invisible actually works?

EDIT: Setting text color to invisible seems to do nothing, I suggest using transparent instead as that did work as seen by the fact you can't see the text I made transparent.

Pretty much everyone he said really.

Also, I don't want actual invisible text because if I were to edit and then I forgot where it was, I'm kinda screwed. Because, I actually want my reader to notice it!

Anyway, next chapter!
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Let's recap the situation.

I'm currently strapped to a table.

I had somehow killed a person by coming inside him, and then I killed two people that were probably close to him with a knife. I then realized I have super power that let me cut and stab the death of everything by seeing lines and dots that connected people.

I'm strapped to a table.

I then fought a emo literal flame-throwing teen, an edgy literal glasses-wearing exhibitionist, a naked crazy zebra lady, also an exhibitionist, a goddamn creepy mannequin-looking terminator, a mutant lion-chimera-thing with more eyes and teeth than necessary, and a little girl just right after stepping outside.

One of these was not like the other and goddamn did I have terrible luck in RNG.

I'M STRAPPED TO A FUCKING TABLE.

As of now, I'm saving my strength if I ever escape, I'm just too weak to break open these leather bonds. Yes, leather bonds like some medieval castle torturing device. I'm in for such great time here. And it seemed all my wound was fixed, somehow, which only further crept me out.

Just out of my sight, I heard footsteps coming down on a concrete staircase. From the lightness of the footsteps, there's only one person I met that could match that.

[Resident Biohazard Detected]

"Have you waked up? Of course you have waked up, it's been an hour since the surgery!" the little girl cheerfully spoke to me.

So she did a surgery on me before, please tell me that she didn't add anything extra.

"Oh, so you do understand English, I thought monster people like you always forget lots of stuff!"

[Priority: Gold]

Monster people? What does she meant by that? Did I grow horn or stuff when I fought them? But that question can be answered later now that she's in my view, jumping cheerfully while humming children lullaby in this creepy-ass basement.

I'm seriously scared now that I saw the little girl in front of me was wearing a blue dress right out of a children story, yet it was stained with blood, possibly mine on it. On her waist was a utility belt with all sort of stuffs you will find in a hospital, forceps, surgical knife and some more complicated equipment.

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

Yet, I was completely calm, yes, if i want to get out of her alive, I need to stay calm.

"You looks pretty frightened just now, don't worry, it happened to every one of my patient!", oh dear God, my power was pretty much the only thing holding my bladder now, why is it so full right now!?

[Social Link?]

I deeply contemplated on this situation, took a deep breath and cleared my throat.

[Confirmed]

"Yes?" the girl responded
"First thing first, how about we introduce each other?" I asked.
"Sounds like a great idea! Hi I'm Riley, otherwise known as Bonesaw!" Jesus fucking Christ, stop being such an adorable pant-shitting horror.

"I...I don't actually remember my name, sorry." I apologized.
"Don't worry, it happened to your kind." wait, was she genuinely pitying me? But whether the emotion was real or not, she walked beyond my sight, and I heard clattering of metal instruments behind.

"Your eyes were really weird, shining like a pretty gem when you just cut everything, now how do I enhance it?" I lied my head down and saw her above me, with a smile on her face. Ignore the comment on my eyes for now, I continued.

"How about you tell me about the story of your group?" remain calm, remain calm.

"The story is a long one, so I will give you the short version. Jack gathered a group of highly unstable people and killed everyone else they met!" I felt cold cotton swab rubbing on my forehead, sterilizing my skin.

"Who is this Jack?" I asked. Why do I feel like I heard that name before?

"He's the leader of the Slaughterhouse 9, I think it's a miracle that he managed to get by before he recruited me. I can count members of the Nine that lasted longer than 6 months with my hand!" she then of course, showed me her hands, with surgical knife in grip. But what the fuck kind of government would allow such a group exist in the first bloody place? Or were they that frighteningly powerful?

"If that's the case, then how long have you been with the group?" the feeling of having a cold metal bladed cut into my forehead made me flinched, my power was clearly doing its job by making me ignore the pain.

"5 years. maybe? It will be 6 just 4 months later!" Bonesaw gleefully said while cutting open my skull.

"Wait, then how old are you when you get recruited!?" I once more felt horror, not from the fact that I felt cold air on my brain, but from the next answer.

"When I was 6 years old, right when i was having birthday party too!" there's something off with her voice now, almost seemed...sad…
Let's think for a second there, power obviously don't come out of nowhere, maybe something...triggered it?

Think on my situation for a second, fear, helpless, stress, isolation, maybe there's factor cause me to have power?

And if this is the kind of situation needed for power, then how much worse can her backstory get?

"How did he recruited you?" her smile dropped and the cutting stopped.

"I would rather not talk about th-"

"Yeah, and I'm letting you cut open my freaking skull, at least tell me about it!", strangely enough, I was genuinely pissed here, I don't like people keeping secret from me.

"I...I was having a pointless birthday that day..." she lied, I just knew it.

"Bullshit!" I yelled.

"Language!"

"Sorry! But a birthday isn't pointless. Riley, it marked our age down as a number, letting us know that with each birthday, we get closer to our end, that's why we should appreciate all that we should not have taken for granted." I argued, a stupid point really but a birthday is-is she crying?

"Hey, are you alright?" I'm seriously worried about the girl, I just had this feeling that her story will be worse than what I could imagine.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." and she just kept sobbing, I must have brought up something really bad.

"Look, if you don't want to talk about it, then it's okay. Just take it easy and slow down there."

[Illusive Invulnerable Immortal detected]

Then I heard really heavy footsteps stomped down the stair, shattering the stair with each stomp and Riley was out of my view again.

"Wait no, he did nothing! Go back up! I can handle this!" and with the footsteps stomping away from the basement, I sighed a relief.

"Sorry about that just now, aunt Siberian get mad when she heard me cry sometimes." which one was Siberian anyway? Those footsteps sounded like it came from something that weighed ten tons.

"You okay with the story? You can tell me later." somehow I'm not worried about getting some freaky surgery on me.

"Sorry, just give me a moment and...alright, I had a birthday with my mom, dad and my brother, Drew. Then at night, the Nine just came in, I don't know how, but they did. 6 of them in the Nine, and I only noticed them after I had gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water. That's the only reason why I live long enough to trigger," I had a feeling that I might lost control over the next thing she said.

"When I got back to my room, I couldn't sleep even with the water, so I walked to my parent's room and saw the door open. In there, was my mother in bloody pieces, and uncle Jack was standing on top of her still-living body. I triggered, right there. All of sudden I knew how to fix everything like a Doctor and I quickly used whatever in the room to fix mom, blood sealant from mixing perfume and hair gel, stitched her wound with wires and covered her skin up with another mix of facial treatment cream and something, I can't remember. Uncle Jack just stood there and watched me working on her. When I fixed her in 10 minutes, I smiled, that I successfully saved my mom. Then he told me my dad, brother and my cat were all going to die without my help." shit fucking fuck, fucking shit, fuck! I felt the leather bonds tightening around my wrists as my muscles tensed from the sheer rage I felt.

"I then rushed to my dad in the bathroom, he had burns everywhere over his body. I fixed him with toothpaste and shaving cream. I ran down stair and saw Drew bleeding from all four of his missing limbs, I fixed him with soil from mom's flower and cotton from the sofa. I saw aunt Siberian eating Muffles, and I fixed her with detergent. When I got back up, my mom was in pieces again, and uncle Jack told me I have to do everything ove-are you crying?"

I felt fucking river streaming down my face. Why yes, I'm crying at your exceedingly tragic story of the most extreme adult horror, why did you fucking ask, you little girl. Fuck, I didn't care about if I'm going to get cut up or not, I just want to hug her right now.

Then I felt my forehead closing and my leather bond loosening, what?

"You know what? Just leave, I don't care how, just leave. I just don't want to…" I rubbed discomfort off my wrist and I saw her walked into a corner and just crouched there. Instead of listening to her like a damn rebel I was, I walked towards her and hugged her from behind, feeling warmness from her tiny body. Her face was tucked in further between her knees while her arms wrapped her legs. It was an adorable sight.

"What?" she peeked at me, not wanting to lift her head much.

"Nothing, just wanted to stay with you for now." I answered.

"That really creepy you know, I could sue you for that."

"From what I see, the law around here don't really work." that earned a chuckle from her.

"You should smile more...normally, I kept seeing you smile but there's no happiness in those."

I can see her lip twisting and curling to form a smile, not the creepy one, but a real one full of happiness. Her eye followed me as I stood up with one hand extended to her.

"That's a good smile! How about you leave with me away from the Nine?" I grinned.

"Huh? But uncle Jack…", she hesitated.

"Is busy being a bloody smear after I pop into existence inside him.", I answered, that's him right? The guy dead in the washroom?

I saw her lip twisted as she tried to hold down her laughter, with emphasis on tried. The laughter that came afterward was one of a child, laughing against the corruption of one's innocence. I liked that, I should do it more often too.

"That was..oh, that was just great. I..I really don't know what to do after I found out Jack is dead, but...now I know what should I do. Can I follow you everywhere you go, big brother?"

Sure, absolutely no probl-wait what?

"Ermmm…" I nervously tried to say something, dammit brain, power, do something!

"You not one of those people with sister complex, are you?" oh now she's accusing me as a pervert. Sure, I watched a crapton of anime, among which was incest-themed anime, it's a Japanese thing. If that ever happened for real, I'm taking the next train to nopeville on the nope-tinent.

"Hell the fu-fudge chocolate no! But it's a bit to have someone calling me big brother all of sudden, especially someone almost ten years younger than me" I interjected.

"What are you talking about? You are just a fifteen years old!" she sai-wait WHAT!?

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Apparently I got de-aged by the same thing that gave me mystical power for some reason. Not just turning me back to my younger age either, the scar I had from cutting my thumb was after I was 15 and it's still there, lines of scar on where the stitches used to be.

But moving on to pressing issues that I actually needed to worry about. Riley will be preparing something special for our grand escape tonight from the motel because somehow almost everyone I thought I killed was still alive and me? I was out here shopping for food, because even mass-murderer needed to eat properly.

The story we made up was that I had a microchip installed in my head, making me the deadliest butler in the world, and their first task was to make me follow a grocery list and buy stuffs on it, surprisingly mundane after I killed three of their members in like 5 minutes.

So here I was, walking with the public in a supermarket, buying triple chocolate fudge ice-cream for a former member of Slaughterhouse 9. Goddamn American and their high valued dollar, this bucket of ice-cream would have be so damn expensive back home. And apparently the dollar in this world was a metal coin, with President Washington on it, neat!

And it seemed that I was in New York, Time Square was a tourism marker that was impossible to mistake. Too bad I can't enjoy the view of people walking for their life and the cold weather of the western country. And for the most important part, newspaper.

Superhero, they were very fucking real in this world and of course majority of them wore spandex which showed really nice figur-FOCUS ON THE IMPORTANT BITS, BRAIN! Bloody damn teenage hormone was affecting my mind!

But, that would meant supervillain were a very real things too, and from the newspaper, they always outnumbered the hero for some bloody reason. People are not natural born asshole! Why are there so many villian!? But even that was not the important part.

9th September 2010. No wonder I'm freaking 15, I'm literally 15 years old in 2010! But should I think of myself as a 15 years old now or a 20? I could answer that question later and I think I should just pay for the food and go back to Riley soon.

"That will be 57.55 dollar." I paid exactly that amount.
"Thank you, please come again." and then I left the store, now I just needed to he-ow!

I accidentally walked onto a teenage, his hair was black and curly, while his friend, an Asian girl with a bob cut hair dyed brown slowly lifted him up.

[Touchy Detective detected][Amphibian Champion detected]

"Sorry!" I said before quickly left the scene.
"Oh Jesus Christ, oh Jesus fucking Christ, stop!" and then I ran like fuck.

Author Note: Too easy, too hard? Either way, expect OC. Cuz this is New York!

Ack · Jul 20, 2015

I had somehow killed a person by coming inside him,

Not sure if you wanted to use that exact phrasing.

VaporDeagle · Jul 20, 2015

Ack said:
Not sure if you wanted to use that exact phrasing.

Freudian slip of super proportion, I will leave that one there.

devas · Jul 20, 2015

dragonkid11 said:
The story we made up was that I had a microchip installed in my head, making me the deadliest butler in the world, and their first task was to make me follow a grocery list and buy stuffs on it, surprisingly mundane after I killed three of their members in like 5 minutes

Wait, why does he need a cover story to buy groceries? Nobody should know he's with the Nine, who could have seen him fighting them? :-\

Also I'm confused as to whether the members of the 9 he killed are still dead or not :-\

VaporDeagle · Jul 21, 2015

devas said:
Wait, why does he need a cover story to buy groceries? Nobody should know he's with the Nine, who could have seen him fighting them? :-\

Also I'm confused as to whether the members of the 9 he killed are still dead or not :-\

It's a cover up story to the Nine, so they don't kill the SI on sight after handled their ass on a sliver platter.

And I guess you will find out the full number of the surviving members of the 9 soon.

Sorry for being confusing though.

Anyway, new chapter!
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1.3

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I ran.

Well, anyone would if someone you just bumped into suddenly yelled out like a maniac.

I was suddenly reminded of police chase scenes where the thief always walked into a alley somehow and either escape or get caught. It's kinda like that, except getting chased by actual people you don't know was even more terrifying.

The street being full of people made it even more difficult for me to get rid of them. But if I do it right, I can hide among the crowd. There's a corner up ahead and I immediately sat on a bench with newspaper placed conveniently on it and hid behind it.

Except it didn't work. As soon as I thought I was safe, a hand touched my shoulder and I twisted to let it go. The two teenages, one got his hoodie up, the other was wearing a...domino mask faced me and I quickly ran off again.

How did they find me so fast!? Or did they get lucky? Actually, who was I running from anyway?

But without time to answer as thinking was not a free action, I ended up running into an alley anyway and got stuck against a conveniently placed wall.

On the wall, it said 'This is not an exit.'

Yeah, no shit. Sher-wall.

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

"Unbelievable, someone actually fell against the Wall again!" the boy in hoodie said.

"Works every time!" the girl with domino mask replied.

"Who are you!?" well, time to find at least some answer before I break down the wall.

"We, are the Ward, a kiddie division of the Protectorate managed by the Parahuman Response Team. Basically, the good guy." oh, so they are the hero. That gave me some relief, I was worry that I needed to beat up someone to escape.

"I'm Sherlock, and this is Frogger, though we kind of out of our costume here since you appeared all of sudden." the boy supplied.

"Sorry." I apologized.

"Don't worry, you probably don't know it, but we have monster cape like you before an-"

"Called Case-53, right? I read some from the newspaper. But I don't get it, it doesn't look different to me? Even Riley told me to wear a sunglas-" ah, it came off, well no wonder they panicked.

"Wait, Riley?" Frogger asked.

"Oh right, it came too sudden so I forgot to say it, but you do know you just fought the Slaughterhouse 9, right?" Sherlock answered.

"He what!? Th-they are in the town!?" now Frogger looked seriously freaked out, but I can understand that, super powered murderhobos were not a good thing.

"Yeah, and I don't know how but he managed to get Bonesaw to the good side, at least from what I see." see? huh?

"You're a mindreader?"

"Close enough, one touch and boom, all you see for the past two weeks, update in real time too, but it's doesn't work if the target can't remember anything at all." Sherlock spreaded his arms out just to emphasise his point. So that's how he find me no matter where I go.

"Oh wow, y-you got freaking Bonesaw subdued!? T-th-that's nice hahaha that's so nice...!" okay, just calm down, Frogger, you looked really freaked out there.

"That one way to say it." I replied.

[Phantom Limb detected]

Right at the corner, a girl, probably a cape, walked around it. She wore black skintight suit with brown diamond pattern all over it, and metal plates armor were placed on her feet, thigh, chest, shoulder and arms. Covering her face was a sleek looking face mask made of metal while black dreadlocks overflowed from the side, a shoulder cannon on her right with one massive barrel stared threateningly at me.

[Emotional Suppres-SUPPRESSION FAILURE]

"Dreadlock, stop! You are scaring him!" Frogger urged.

"Look, it's easier to just bag him back to the base." I squinted my eyes when a red laser stabbed them.

"No, don't! Don't piss him off, he fucking killed Siberian with a knife!" Sherlock warned, and the two just stared at him and took a few steps back.

I didn't know when, but my fingers were wrapped around the grip of the knife tightly, enough to turn my knuckles white. Fear started to swell in my stomach and I'm doubled over from the pain, legs struggled to push my body up and my back slammed to the wall for support.

"Wh-what the h-ell is going on!?" the word barely slurred out of my trembling mouth, and my body soon followed. With no more strength in my legs, I fall butt first on to the ground and all my muscles rapidly shook with intensity.

"Shit! I think his power was holding his emotion back, now it's all coming back!" fucking Sherlock, thank for stating the fact so fucking late. Fuck, I can't even say words now. Tears just flowed like no tomorrow and I'm starting to puke out whatever I ate today.

A little trickle leaked from the edge of my mouth when I lifted myself and crawled forward, puking my content over the ground. The bits of meal I ate, I don't need to worry about that, it was all that red that I was desperately worry about.

Of course, I exploded out of a person, so of course his guts would still be stuck inside me, and there's a lot of it.

My ears barely able to hear a loud thud besides me when I kept vomiting out the gut. It was just utterly unpleasant, and my arms were about to fail just when a pair of hand held me.

[God Killer Detected]

"Flechette!"

I didn't know who, but I knew it was a she as she murmured soft words into my ear when last bits of the gut was coming out of me. Her warm hand circled around my back, patting me to get all of it out.

[Priority: Platinum]

"It's okay, just let it out.." she said.

Finally, the bits of gut were all out, and she gave me a water bottle, I greedily used it to clean my face and get the disgusting burning smell out of my throat. But even that wasn't enough when my tears started flowing again.

[Social Link?]

Then she hugged me, my face rested on her white chest armor, over a skintight purple suit, but it felt nice compared to the hell just now. I just kept weeping and shaking like a baby, dirtying her armor, but she didn't mind in the slightest bit.

[Confirmed]

We hugged for 10 minutes, before strength in my legs recovered and I quickly lifted myself off the ground and pulled her up. And then I realised just how bloody short my 15 self was. Mind you, I'm an Asian, and even at 20 years old, I only grow 4 inches higher from just 5 feet 2 I had five years ago.

"S-sorry." damn,my word still slurred anyway.

"Just don't be afraid, stay strong, okay?" she said, while holding my hands together, fingers crossed. The cheerfulness of her voice really soothed my wildly beating heart.

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

"So, erm, you still looking to escape with your little sister?" Sherlock said, with one smug grin not hidden in the shadow of his hoodie.

"Wait, what ya meant by-" Frogger asked before she get interrupted.

"This Casy here wants to get freaking Bonesaw out to safety away from the Nine, I say that's a good decision because Bonesaw was a fucking nightmare and Jack is dead."

"Jack is what!?" now it's Dreadlock turn to ask.

"Being a bloody paste, at least from what I saw, but how were you thinking to get this Riley out, eh?" now the attentions were on me.

"Riley planned to make something that could dig a hole underneath the motel, as for escaping to where, we have no idea." I answered.

[Objective Update: Escape with Riley with the help of PRT]

"How about the PRT?" Sherlock suggested.

"Can the PRT clear whatever crime RIley made?"

"You had no idea, don't you...no wait, you did have a bit of hand on experience by her."

"A-are you sure you can do that?" Flechette asked with hints of worry in her voice.

"How could you even trust that monster!?" Dreadlock yelled.

"My power should be recovered by now, and she trusted me first, she also have a name, it's Riley." I glared at Dreadlock.

"So, erm, what should we do about this?" Frogger questioned.

"The PRT can send a van to aid your escape, it's always a white one, easy to spot." Sherlock supplied.

"Okay, send a van to the North street end of Rivet Motel, we will figure the way out."

"I'm calling the PRT now." then Dreadlock touched her temple and sent out orders through her radio.

"And, even if we don't make it out, bomb that place to hell with whatever you got." I ordered.

"A-are you sure?" Frogger worriedly asked.

"If they got out, I think you guys have already seen the horror of the Nine...ah fucking hell, this emotion power thingie is fucking with my mind, just do it anyway." I clutched my temple in annoyance, the power made me calm but all these calculative planning was a headache.

"Alright,I will go now.", after padding off the dust and all, I grabbed the grocery bags and put the knife in my pocket, I then walked away from the Wards.

"Wait, what your name?",Flechette asked.

"...I don't know.", and then I left.

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"So we just gonna leave him alone?", Dreadlock argued.

"Yeah, let's apprehend a guy that soloed the freaking nine, that sounds like a great idea.", Sherlock answered, sarcasm dripping across the floor.

Staring at the pile of gut, Frogger said, "So...do we get expert to look into this?"

"That guy is a freaking roach, get the DNA scan done and we will see whether he's really dead or not."

Sherlock then turned around, his fellow Wards, Flechette still stared at where the case 53 went off to.

"Worry about him?"

"No, just have a bad feeling about tonight."

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I had no idea how nobody noticed such a large commotion outside with blood covering just about everywhere on the street. Maybe it's because Riley have cleaning agent that made everything pristine while all the destroyed cars were eaten by Crawler, or maybe it's because it's New York. Or just the outskirt of it.

Here it was, the dirt cheap fortress of doomy moldy motel, the place where I was reborn inside a man and I'm about to return into it.

[Flaming Phantom detected][Echo in the Sand detected]

This was suppose to be terrifying and I'm giggling like a maniac, how weird. Anyway, I knocked the front door with three rapid knocks and the lock jingled as it was unlocked. I then stepped right in through the front door, because brainwashed servant needed no subtlety.

[Mutant Adapter detected][Illusive Invulnerable Immortal detected]

In the living room was nearly all the surviving members of Slaughterhouse 9 that I have fought before, the fire girl was reading a book, somehow in one pieces despite being carved up by glasses, the glass woman had her throat fixed and was watching the TV, the lion-thing somehow fitted inside the room, but losing half your mass helped a lot. And Zebra lady was staring at me...wait, what!

I killed her! Why was she standing there, naked and glaring at me!?

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

My second passenger quickly moved in and my body moved unnaturally like a robot. Each steps crossed the same distance, and my eyes stared straight forwa-okay that zebra lady really worked out a lo-damn teenage hormone!

But my eyes didn't waver, just me looking at the edge of my view, and then my body placed bag full of grocery on the table with a thud.

And with that done, I will walk into Riley's lab for 'maintenance' and we could have jolly and wonderful escape while the rest were nuked to yesterday.

Except Siberian was blocking my way, I stepped to the left and she did the same, I stepped to the right and-those boobs were really distracting!

Now I felt strong grip on my shoulder, almost breaking my bone, and she pressed me against her.

Okay, now I get why she didn't care about modesty anymore, maybe it had something to do with her using her tits to crush my chest!? Breasts were suppose to be soft, anime and Discovery channel have lied to me!

And now she opened my mouth, exposing her white pristine tee- oh wow, she's zebra on the inside too? Why am I so distracted? Is it because I'm about to get the worst kiss of death ever?

[Resident Biohazard detected]

"Oh hey, there you are, come I got new toy for you!" oh thank God I was saved by a tiny mad scientist.

The zebra's lady's body stopped being unstoppable as my chest was no longer being crushed by boobs of steel. Then she left go, dropping me on the floor, and walked towards Riley with no lumbering stomps, crouching to pat her on the head.

Me? Second passenger stepped in once more to make sure I didn't yelp in pain as I landed on my butt for the second time of the day. My body just robotically lifted myself off the floor and walked towards Riley.

"Come, my minion!" and I followed Riley into the depth of her lab while the zebra lady was drilling her glare on my back.

Door closed, and I signed a relief, my heart beating like a drum on a rock band concert.

Riley moved towards me, towel and a bottle in hands, "That's some good acting!"

I smiled and took the towel, "Not quite, your aunt didn't really fall for it."

While I cleaned myself with the tower, Riley continued, "Anyway, I got everything we needed, first, drink this. We might need to run and you aren't really in the best shape."

How did she-ah, power, "Thanks." and then I drank this...liquid nutrient drink? It has this milk like taste though. I'm live in Asia, where lactose intolerant is the norm, this might be bad if it has lactose in it.

"Oh, and wear this." then she handed me...a roll of black bandage?

"How am I supposed to-oh, oh wow, this is some strong stuff." already I felt the effect taking place as my body suddenly felt energized and I feel like I could do everythinglikedoallthecartwheelsandmurderallthepeopleandeatmagicalponyand-

She smacked the back of my head, waking me from...sugar rush maybe? "Okay, I want to ask what you added in there but what is this and how am I supposed to wear it?"

"Easy peasy!" and then she wrapped the bandage around my body from head to toe, I had to take off my shoe but it felt pretty nice under my feet. With the black bandage covered all over my body, I stretched my muscles and felt damn powerful. Good, because my muscles were sore as hell and anymore running will tear them right off. I think I will call this thing a bionic suit or something appropriate.

"This, is an artificial muscle fiber that I made some years ago, but Jack said it looked lame. He's not here anymore so fuck his opin-" Riley proudly announced while puffing her chest out.

"Language!" I interrupted her.

"I-...oh what the actual fuuuuu-let's just get out of here!" she then skipped across the floor and-Wow, there's a hole in the wall! That sheet was a perfect camouflage!

"How did you make that without anyone noticing?"

"Cartoon." the only TV in the room was showing a children cartoon about...crying food? I had no idea what the director was thinking but the crying at least silenced the sound.

"Well then, lady first." I bowed down to her and grabbed her hand as she crawled into the hole.

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I had no idea what kind of corrosive agent would allow the construction of such huge tunnel in just an hour. But it must be some hell of a chemical, or it came from that lion-thing.

Within minutes, we were on the surface again and Riley pulled another camo sheet, colours change to the grayness of the concrete street and we hid under it.

"So, erm…" I tried to talk but words refused to come out.

"What's wrong, big bro?" aw don't give me that puppy eye look.

"I actually got caught by the Wards." now she alarmed and grabbed my bionic suit but eventually she just sighed in defeat.

"...Well, not like we have much options, is there a PRT van around or-"

"Yeah, that way." I pointed the direction.

We quickly moved under the cover of the camo sheet and a white van was parked in front of us at the end of the street.

"Alright, let's face the music then." and I knocked on the back of the van. The doors opened and four PRT troopers, judging by the giant letter on their chest armor, sat at the back of the van with gasmasks and...supersoakers?

"W-we are here to extract you." must be a surprise to them when we came as soon as they parked here.

I lifted Riley up the van and I stepped in, taking a seat on the left. But instead of sitting in front of me, Riley sat on my lap and rested on my chest.

[Objective: Escape with Riley: Success]

The doors closed and I slept peacefully while hugging her close.

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Author Note: Will there be repercussion for saving Riley? YES. People generally just overlooked her past and saw the cutesy faces that she made, while some fic addressed the problem, I will do it as well. As for it being anywhere close...you will probably need to wait for months before that plot came into being...

2 Hot Crown Subdues the Sinful · Jul 21, 2015

Loving it, hehehe.

VaporDeagle · Jul 22, 2015

Thank you for your comment, but on the other forum, SV. The readers just get confused to my writing...

As of now, I just...don't know, every chapter I posts seemed to make more question in the reader's mind rather than answer...

*sigh*

And now for the next daily chapter, in which I'm not really sure whether I'm good at writing speech or not.

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1.4

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"Wake up, boyya."

I woke up.

Immediately, I noticed a lack of weight on my lap and found my hand in cuff, cuff that locked my hand in metal container, heavy duty chain connecting both.

"Where's Riley?" I calmly asked, no need to be angry for now.

"You will see her soon enough." a PRT trooper with waist noticeable smaller than others said, then she pulled me by the chain and led me to a white corridor with escorts of other 4 PRT troopers in full armor and weapon loaded.

While I was getting dragged along, I tried to see if I could figure out any escape route, the option seems to be either air vent or punch everyone in their face. Unsurprisingly, this place reminded me of the orderliness and utilitarian look of a police station, if police station has a guard on nearly every corner wielding a supersoaker-like weapon.

What fluid do those guns fire? Or maybe it's a freaking flamethrower? Neat!

But soon enough, we have arrived at the conference room of this building. Maybe everyone was gathered in there to discuss on the decision to be made for Riley and I?

The PRT trooper opened the door and I rushed into the room, uncaring of the trooper's warning.

[Many users detected: Categorizing]

I scanned through the crowd of super-powered heroes wearing their own costume, each and everyone of them was unique in their own way, whether it was the atmosphere they made from just the way they stood, the crazy blend of colour or the tone of their shade, heavy lumbering powered armor or stripperic skimpy outfit that could seriously be improved in much better way, or just the fact that some of them could freaking fly while a small number of them looked completely non-human.

[God Killer detected][Phantom Limb detected][Elemental Dasher detected]

But Riley was nowhere to be found, well, she's kind of a criminal, maybe I will see her later?

[Quadruple Personalities detected][Kinetic Engineer detected][Touchy Detective detected]

Two troopers eventually pushed me onto the stage and down onto a folding chair, cuffing my legs on it. With my ass uncomfortably sat on the chair, I looked over to the cape crowd once more and saw Flechette and Dreadlock in a row, there's a couple capes I didn't recognized sat beside them, a knight wielding a lance, a plant-themed cape girl, a hugeass space marine with several massive guns and...ah, a frog themed cape waving at me with a detective-look alike cape sitting arms crossed.

[Amphibian Champion detected][Remaining Users Categorized for Later Referencing]

I lifted my hands up and waved back, though rather difficulty with such heavy cuffs in place. A cough ringed through the speaker mounted in all corner of the room and interrupted any chit-chat the capes were having, all eyes were on the man in a office suit, standing behind the podium.

"New York Wards, there are many topic that I would like to announce today but first, I would to thank Frogger, Sherlock, Flechette and Dreadlock to be able to acquire the information on the fact that the Slaughterhouse 9 is in New York City." the plasma TV screen behind him was turned on, showing various portrait of the Nine members.

A mixed expressions of emotion came from the capes below the stage. Some were fearful, like Frogger shuddered slightly on her chair, some were full of anger, fists clenched and muscle tensed from the statement, lots of hate on the Nine, others were just...bored, as if situations like this happened more often than I would have liked.

"As Legend is having a mission in Nigeria as of now, I shall handle the briefing. The intel on the location of the Nine is fortunately revealed by the former captive of the Nine who also have, according to Sherlock thinker power, killed numerous members of the Nine, confirmed kills included Breed, Winter, Siberian-" giant red X crossed over their portrait.

I think the word 'shocked' was an understatement here, there's barely any capes that didn't have their mouth gaped wide open, the ones didn't have their eyes bulged out at me instead.

"-and most importantly, Jack Slash." And with one final X, there's a short moment of silence and stillness before the crowd went completely wild. Cheering and applauding were had by the crowd, while some whistled at me. Several variations of "Hell the fuck yeah" were said.

A couple coughs ringed the room and the capes quickly silenced.

"It was only thanks to him that the Slaughterhouse 9, after years of ruining everything in their path, have finally met its end in sight. However, his state of emotion was not in the best of shape here, we have to cuff him for now." I can't imagine why they would say that, or maybe it has something to do with me puking someone else guts right in front of the Wards and pretty much had a panic attack with it?

"As soon as we acquired the information, we launched a counterattack in which several Protectorate members have taken part in against the remaining members of the Nine. However, the motel was found to be empty after the attack which left the former motel a molten crater. " the before and after image of the bombardment site really contrasted each other, though the summary would be just 'Here's something on the first image and here's nothing on the second!'

"But, we have a bait for them to grab."

And the TV-screen switched to a glass spherical container mounted on a wheeled base, inside was Riley, anxiously touching the wall inside.

"R-!" I yelled, or tried to, before a firm press from a hand stopped that.

"Some of you might have already known that Bonesaw was a bio-tinker with medical specialisation. And the Nine needs her to survive now that the Siberian and the leader of the Slaughterhouse 9 for almost 30 years, Jack Slash are gone for good."

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

Then it's my turn to cough for attention.

"Any comment you would like to add, mr…" the man asked.

"Drake, call me that for now, and I would like to add that Siberian is not dead." The reaction from the crowd...was not good at all.

"What!? But Sherlock's vision confirme-" the man posture was clearly shaken by just a bit, but it's there.

"Yeah, she pop like a soap bubble when I stabbed her with a knife, but then when I got back to get R-Bonesaw out, she was right fucking there, naked tits and all. Actually, why are you guys so afraid of a naked woman who can only punch people anyway? Can't you just shoot her from range? It's not like she's invincible, right? Something will break her eventua-I said something really stupid just now, didn't I?"

Silence and a few noddings were the answer I get,

"Anyway, now we must remain vigilant against the Nine, be prepare for a counterattack at anytime possible and sound the alarm for any strange occurrence. Briefing dismiss. Frogger, Sherlock, Flechette and Dreadlock, remain here at the conference room."

And crowd dispersed, it took a while and it made my ass sore from the flimsy chair, but eventually the crowd dissipated, leaving only four capes alone with several PRT troopers.

The man talked to the female PRT trooper just now, and now she and her squadmates all pointed their supersoakers at me while one of them uncuffing my legs off the chair. My handcuff was still being placed on, showing exactly how much trust they have for me.

"I would like to say many thing ,but first, please give me some water, god my throat is dry as hell!" still not willing to open my handcuff, a trooper grabbed a cup and I slowly swallowed the precious water.

"To all four of you, any words spoken in this room are to be remained here and here only, any information you acquired in this room at this very moment is not allowed to be leaked outside. Do not, let anyone know about this. Especially you, Sherlock." they all nodded in response.

Pointing to one of the troopers, he said, "And open the voice com, I want the girl listened to this as well."

"First, you name, sir? And second, what's the chance for clearing Riley's crime?" I asked, the chances will be undoubtedly low, and even if it succeed, there's will be a catch somewhere.

"You may call me Director Wilkins and the chance is very, very low. If you still don't understand, then let me remind you that Riley alone has increased the survival rate of Slaughterhouse 9 members with her cybernetic implant, which further increased the already insane casualties and collateral damage cause by the Nine, on top of plague that either killed people with excruciating pain or in horrifying creativity." it was long enough that he took another breath before continuing. Riley, it might be really difficult for me to help you right now.

"Even if taking into account that Riley was forced to do all that and being a 12 years old, you are still literally advocating to have a mass-murderer of hundreds that assisted in other long list of crime that will not be able to compile together for its sheer damnable length. Now do tell me, how do you feel on this?"

I glanced back to Riley, there's no smile but a frown on her face, eyes averting from my gaze. This...was just plain impossible for me to do anything, and even I was a bit terrified of Riley right now. What to do...what to do…

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

"I...there's no way that I could understand and feel the pain and hatred of Bonesaw's victims, I'm not there to experience their pain at all. Hell, I wasn't even here in this world until yesterday! If you were to ask, I cannot answer the question because I still can't wrap my head around the idea or superhero, supervillain, and a pre-teen mass-murderer that had her family brutally murdered so much she simply gave up on hope and joined the roaming bands of jerkwads instead."

"I just can't understand how all these could happen! How in the world these people kept getting away with things they wanted, as if the world was cursed to be forever in hell! I don't think you could fully comprehend the pain of the Nine's victims either! I simply has no right to judge her action anymore than other normal citizens."

I painfully averted from looking at Riley, who just looked dejected right now, eyes straight down on the floor, looking at nothing.

"But!" I then smiled, no, grinned at Riley, much to her confusion.

"If Riley have full dedication to be a good girl by atoning her sin, healing the broken world with her power and fixing those that she harmed, then she will have 100% of my own support."

It's not much, but it's something. Something that was enough to give Riley a sense of hope.

That was when the TV-screen split into two, a blue digital face made of pixel moved to the right side of the split screen and damn near gave me a heartattack.

"Wow, you guys have artificial intelligence!? Cool!"

"Erm, no, that's Dragon, she's Canadian. Nice costume by the way. Simple and black, almost like a ninja, I likes it." Frogger wisely pointed out.

"Well that's disappointing, thanks anyway."

"I would not mind being ruled by an AI overlord if she's a good one." Sherlock 'helpfully' added.

"Anyway, why are you here, or not here, just listening to us, or…" I'm fumbling over all these words so freaking much right now!

"I'm here to offer a proposal, Director Wilkins." Dragon spoke, voice synthesizing program worked perfectly to emulate her voice.

"And what would that be?" the Director asked.

"The Guild will offer accept Riley as a member of the Guild, and she will be my apprentice, working to use her power for the benefits of the Protectorate and PRT under my supervision. Sending her to the birdcage would be a nightmare to handle with such 'abundance of resource' in the cage and executing her might cause the PR rating to drop by a few points for basically killing a kindergartener." okay, now I kept having all these new stuffs handed to my tiny brain and I knew nothing about them.

"So erm, Frogger, mind helping on letting me know who Dragon is and what's the Guild and Birdcage?" I politely asked while Dragon and the Director continued their discussion.

"Oh? Okay! You should know by now that tinker cape have their own specialism that they are limited to, Dragon? Dragon don't give a damn about puny limitation! She's gonna squash them all like a giant dragon!" Frogger supplied cheerfully.

"And the Guild is basically a team of most badass cape possible stationed at Canada that goes around the world to beat up S-class threat. Also, their leader, Narwhal is an exhibitionist and the primary target of various smut fic and lewd fanart site" Sherlock continu-wait what. Just what.

"Finally, the Birdcage is where dangerous supervillains or capes with uncontrollable power locked in, permanently. It's built into a mountain somewhere in Canada too.", Dreadlock added. So basically Birdcage is the final solution for people too dangerous for society, okay, good to know. And as soon as I done asking, the discussion between the Director and Dragon has ended too.

"I will discuss about this with other directors during the next meeting, anything else?"

"We might request the case-53 to the Guild one day, killing Siberian was quite literally an impossible task, boy. But maybe he should join the Wards for now." I don't know how, but she's staring right at me, did her program triangulated the direction through the cameras?

"Very well then, good bye, Dragon."

"Until next time, good bye, Director Wilkins." and the blue face went pop.

"Drake, does that fit your request?" now Director Wilkins was looking at me, his height now intimidated me at such close range.

"Yeah, not exactly the best but-" I then saw Riley jumping up and down like a rabid rabbit in her glass box, each jump damn near shook the sphere off the wheeled base. It seemed she was a fan of Dragon maybe?

"Okay~, I will accept it." I replied, rather confusingly.

"As for the proposal to be a Wards? Or are you older than you looked?" that statement almost shocked me, making me flinch from him. But...should I join the Ward, or the Protectorate?

…

"I will join the Wards." I gave my answer. Truth is, I really want to feel young again, so many missed opportunities in Highschool that I wasted by being a damn bookworm. So many mistakes...Yeah, I will join the Wards, all the super teenage drama can come and get me!

"Good, now if you excuse me, there's pile of paperwork waiting for me to handle." and the troopers escorted him out while another pushed me forward to somewhere.

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And they got me in a freaking cell! Well, I'm still not that trustworthy yet.

But at least they gave me a jumpsuit, since they have to take that awesome bionic suit off to analyse, which also ate my clothes for some reason.

Besides, every worked here even if your hand were cuffed, even the toilet!

[Mutant Adapter detected]

Shame there's no book or tv anywhere in sight, what am I going to do to pass the ni-what the fuck is that sound!?

Something was crawling in the vent!? Wait...crawling…

…..

Ah fuck, the Nine is here.

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Author Note: Oh, and the other reason why I don't kill off all the S9? Because it's not a S9 arc without fighting like a mad dog.

VaporDeagle · Jul 23, 2015

So, after some more thinking, I will be rewrite a new 1.2 chapter later this afternoon(or morning, depend on your timeline) after I got out of college class today, because if I got bullshit power, why not go full bullshit?

So, yup, another daily chapter.
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1.5
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"Hey!!!" I yelled towards the camera, tried to ask for help.

It didn't work.

"Come on, open dammit!" I yelled again, throat started to sore from it.

Again, I didn't gave up and switched to smashing my cuff against the door made of plastic, ceramic, metal or whatever those thingietech was. But after a whole days of running and fighting, I didn't have much strength left and my muscles were sore as hellfire burned within.

"They are here, they are fucking here!" my voice cracked just before the last word.

The handcuff was getting heavier and heavier with each useless smash against the door, and I'm panting quicker with every heaving.

"Fuck, fuck!" tears streamed down the edge of my eye from the sheer frustration.

I got Riley out of that fucking hellhole and I got the PRT or the Guild whatever to support my decision, why does everything have to go wrong at this very fucking moment!?

"HEY, BOY!" oh fuck me.

That heavy rough voice that sounded barely human, only one...thing could have that voice.

Crawler.

I may have only taken a glimpse of their portrait on the screen before, I can still somewhat remember their name. Especially when they tried to kill me.

"I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE BOY, I CAN SMELL YOU!" if it wasn't for the toilet installed in here, I'm sure I can feel my pants getting warm and wet from something right now.

Do I...no, save it until he get in, then I call in the second passenger and get the hell out of here. I can't let that emotion freakout happen again, if that happen when I am chased by him…

...Let's not imagine that.

I heard hissing on the other side of the door, whatever the door was made out of, it still wrapped and bent from the corrosive agent, and now a hole formed on it.

Steady...

My hands began to tremble violently, rattling the chain and I felt my face wet from my tears.

Steady…

The hole enlarged by every seconds as the acid burned the pint-sized hole to the size of a small child within seconds.

Steady…

"HERE'S CRAWLER!!!" the mutant smashed its head through the door, wedging its head in it and spraying acid at me.

Now!

[Combat Mode On][Emotional Suppression Level 1]

I felt the second passenger took over my body, the trembling stopped and my legs moved forward, my body spun away from the acid stream and all it hit was my hand cuff.

Metal hissed as it reacted with the acid and I smashed the handcuff on its big stupid head, shattering it into countless pieces.

Before the thing came up with something else, I stepped up its head and crashed through the remainder of the door above it.

I can felt my body front-flipped in the air and rolled on the ground before regaining my footsteps on the wall and ran like fuck. Sounds of stuff being angrily destroyed can be heard behind me, or right behind me.

Shit! This two legged asshole was way too damn for something that big! Seriously, he should join as an Olympic runner!

At the entrance to the prisoner cells, I saw what's left of the PRT guard handling the night shift here. Thanks, second passenger, for not making me puke, nobody deserved this…

The entrance needed key card to unlock and I'm fairly sure guard has his card on him when he's playing with chemistry. And a air vent was just conveniently left open behind hi-

Another spray of acid barely glazed me and I jumped straight into the vent, climbing into it just before another striked where my legs were. I moved as fast as I can on all four in it, the ventilation shaft buckled with each steps.

Wait...why was this ventilation grate open in the first plac-Oh hell, how the fuck did he fit in here!?

"YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME, BOY!!!"

I praised to whatever deities that actually exist for granting me my short height as I crouch-walked as fast as I could in this stupid claustrophobia causing space, all while a really persistent mutant asshole kept chasing me everywhere.

After kicking off enough ventilation fans to forever ruining my shoes, I eventually decided to 'fuck this' and found a way out. With my power, the grate broke and I fell out of it. I also forgot that this grate leaded straight down.

My back slammed against the wet ceramic floor, pain spiked everywhere as my sight blurred slightly from it.

[Many users detected: Categorizing]

And then I heard girlish screams all around me. Ah yes, the sound of running water, drops splashing over the white-tiled floor with the smell of shampoo in the air.

I'm in a community shower, for girls. But this was not a time for silly stuff like this. I gritted my teeth as I pushed myself off the floor, bone creaking and muscle straining at each actions.

"Get out of here, fucking Crawler is in the vent!" I yelled, voice cracked completely.

The girls, previously panicking to just cover their breast and privates with whatever at hand or just hands, erupted an aura of order as one of them yelled out command and led them out.

I took another step forward, only to slip onto the floor. Two of them quickly lifted me out of the shower. Ah, so the first time I touched a naked girl was when I'm inches away from death, heh, not bad at all.

But why are there so many young girls in a PRT station? They are...they are the Wards?

"Hold him still! This will hurt a bit." a girl with a rather familiar voice said.

I then felt itch-like pain all over my body, but as seconds passed, my body felt better than ever before as the soreness was gone completely.

[Amphibian Champion detected]

"Thanks, I-Frogger?" I instantly recognized that brown bob-cut hair, oh look, the domino mask really hid your identity well.

"Surprise to see you here, I probably won't mind much if you came for a visit but not in this circumstance." thankfully, a tower was wrapped right below her shoulder, giving her some modesty.

"I should be very excited for being surrounded by naked girls, but we got a big fucking proble-"

[Thermodynamic Reversal detected][Living Matchstick detect]

The ventilation shaft rocked, and two girls quickly moved under it. One threw her towel away, and ice formed from her skin like a suit of armor, the other just turned into a green flaming humanoid, both pointed their hands as the buckling roof panels.

Then it burst. Blood came pouring out of the hole like a river and washed the two Wards away.

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

Only then did the bad guy dropped himself onto the floor, cracking it.

"Did he have a weight loss?" Frogger asked, with a rather confusing look.

I simply answered with a "Yes."

The beast turned towards me, "I WILL EAT YOU BOY!!!" and like a bloody rocket, it propelled itself and damn near rammed me if it wasn't for my second passenger. The girls behind him got knocked away, towels drenched in crimson, but soon they got up and started blasting.

After all, all his attentions was on me and not them, and I'm glad to be its bait. As I ran around the room, herding him around like mindless sheep. The girls around me began to use their power.

[Chilling Breeze detected][Barbed Black detected][The Floor is Lava detected]

A Indian girl shouted, firing blue swirling beam out of her mouth. Another turned into a green flaming humanoid and threw a fireball at it.. A blondie flew and black lasers came out of her finger, bending angles as they closed in. One red-head stomped the ground, the tiles turned red and the mutant's feet burned into char from it. The ice girl before straightened her arm and shot a massive lance of ice at it, impaling through its thick skull onto the wall, and many more followed.

But none of them did any real damage, all 17 of them were just doing what seemed to be serious damage when in reality, it's all just superficial. Cuts were mended, burns were healed, nailing it anywhere and the damn thing just ripped itself off the wall and floor.

"I need a knife, something sharp to kill him permanently!" I yelled, voice fully recovered through the loud, chaotic firing. The ice girl didn't leave her eyes off the target while forming an ice dagger for me, another gave me a purple flaming kukri that somehow didn't burn me.

"Prepare to stop firing on my-" my body twitched and jumped forward, at first I wondered if the second passenger had enough of my shit and wanted me to die but my answer was quick to arrive.

A stream of acid in the air, barely noticeable in the colourful barrage of laser, fire and other deadly projectiles almost hit one of the girl on the face had I not stopped it. I'm not going to let whatever to that Guard happened on these girls, that's just fucking horrible.

[Phantom Limb detected][Rio Aias Personification detected]

Shit, another stream. But Frogger launched out her long tongue and intercepted it, flesh rapidly melted off her tongue but she just nonchalantly bit it off. The remainder twitched shortly before poofed into nothing. Next, a black girl lashed out her arm and a ghastly phantom arm materialised, blocking the rest before another raised her palm and formed a flower-like shield.

My mind was nearly separated from my body as the second passenger continued to neutralise the acid bolts with haste while I handled the spotting instead. But even then there's only so much I could do with such frail body.

[Limbs Taker detected]

A scream shrieked through the air and I didn't dare to see a girl's hand melted into bones in front of her eyes, I just cut it off and dealt with the rest of the bullets. A burning heat rose inside me, and I felt each actions I took was quickened with every moments.

[Emotional Suppression Level 2][Elemental Dasher detected]

"YOU CAN'T REACH ME BOY, YOU CAN'T-FUCK!" and that fucker get a well deserved hot lance strike from the medieval knight before, tearing right through its side, searing its leg right off. With the thing distracted by reinforcement and the chance being in sight, I charged straight in as the firing stopped, another stream of acid headed towards me, but I easily neutralized it.

No anger, no hate, just the will to kill this fucker in front of me that manifested as a burning feeling in my heart. My power was on and my vision turned black and white.

My first cut sliced its other leg off, preventing him from getting away. My next several dozens cuts was on cutting his annoyingly quick regenerating flesh apart, reaching for its innards. There it was, the core, a white hard fleshy thing with all the blood vessel leading towards it. When I killed it, It no longer have throat to scream in pain, eyes to see its killer stabbing right into its heart, and brain to even think about it..

108 stabs, I counted, somehow, all right on its core, that should keep him down permanently for good. The burning feeling inside me slowly dimmed down, finally letting me noticed the male Wards have arrived in their costume and armaments.

I stood up, the daggers formed of ice and fire were already gone from my hands. Slowly, I walked towards the girl, moaning in pain with another clutching the stump of her left arm, tower turning red from the blood.

"Is she alright?" I asked.

The blondie besides her was...terrified of me? Why would she-my reflection on the floor.

The jumpsuit I wore was no longer grey, but completely red on every square inches of it. Even my face was covered in warm, wet blood while crimson dripped from my hair. Against the white tiled floor, the colour contrasted with astonishing difference. I wonder if I could…

A black spot appeared on me and I stabbed myself, the blood went from wet to dry in an instant, flaking off me like petals of flower, leaving me clean once more.

[Touchy Detective detected]

"Now that's bullshit!" another familiar voice.

"Shut up, Sherlock, let me see the wound." Frogger pushed me to the side, her tongue lashed out and wrapped around the stump, the bloodied tower was slowly removed and skin healed over the stump.

"Don't worry, Shandy, the pain is gone now, just stay calm, it will be fine." she caressed her cheek, wiping tears off with her fingers. It's...a bit of a sad sight. Soon enough, the girl calmed down and Frogger stood up to face me.

"So, can you tell me what the hell is going on now?" the cheerful smile I saw before was now completely replaced by a face of angry that actually looked terrifying.

"I was hoping to get some answer from you, but if that thing managed to get in here without anyone noticing, I say we are on our own." I told her with a tone of uneasiness.

This...is not looking good. While everyone here has power, we were still a bunch of kid against a group of bullshit-powered freak of murder. And all the adults were just gone, were all of them dead like that Guard?

I took a deep breath once more, and said, "First, we need to think. Now at least we know that Crawler is dead, that leave only Mannequin, Shatterbird, Scarface and….Siberian. What exactly is their goal here? Crawler was definitely sent to kill me. What are the other's role in this attack?"

[Kinetic Engineer detected]

"One, it's Burnscar, and two, I am willing to bet all my money on them trying to get Bonesaw back in action." a boy in a massive powered armor said, robotic voice roared from his helmet.

My fist clenched tightly at that, there's no way in hell am I letting Riley back to them.

The red lens of his stared at my fist, "Good, we could use that anger of yours."

"Red Glare, cut that out. I suggest we have less talk and more planning. Name's Jouster." the knight-themed cape walked forward and extended out his hand, I took it.

"Right, I will be pleased to follow whatever plan your group managed." as much as I could kill anything on my own, it's better to stick to the plan, one made from someone smarter than me.

[Sonic Sonar Speaker detected]

Finding a stool, he stood among the Wards, "Banshee will be staying here for now, nullifying Shatterbird's power in case she wants to scream, it won't work close to Shatterbird, so no tech with glass or silicone. Burnscar should be easy to deal with. And we need someone tough against Mannequin, as for Siberian…", he looked at me, and I fully knew what he meant.

"I already killed her once, and what can be kill...will be kill again." I answered back. It's a fact, as simple as that.

"Okay…" he seemed a bit taken back at that, maybe I talked a bit too harshly.

"Sorry, just...too much in one day. For now, just get out here and deal with those society fuckoffs."

"Alright...Wards, suit up! Gather in 5 minutes!" as footsteps marched behind the background, I just sat down on a chair and rested my eyes for the moment.

[God Killer detected]

"Hey, you okay there?" so many familiar voices to remember, but I remembered this the clearest.

"I'm fine, Flechette. Just, look, it's been half a day since I got throw into this crazy world full of superpower and I got really powerful superpower for no damn reason and I had helped a little girl who was forced to be a mass-murderer by a asshole that I hate more so than anyone else despite not even knowing him and...fuck." my heart beating madly, and my lungs heaved in air just to calm me down.

A hand rubbed my back, slowly forming a circle, soothing my mind as tears welling in my eyes. Before I could wipe it off, a gloved hand brushed my face and done it for me. No longer were my eyes closed and I saw a Asian girl looking at me, a face with sharp feature and narrow eyes, Asian blood mixed with westerner's.

Holding my hands in her palm, she said, "It will be alright in the end." I then felt my cheek warming up from...something behind my face.

"So erm-"

"Done gawking? Good, here's gun." a robotic voice interrupted me.

"Huh wh-" And then one massive gun smacked me in the face and I promptly fell onto the floor. Dizzy from the hit, I grabbed the gun, which was shaped more like a box and propped myself up with it.

"Crap! Drake, are you alright!?" oh Flechette. That's so kind of you to care for me. I tried to smile a bit but I probably looked silly with it.

"What does this gunbox do anyway?" I asked.

"Works with Striker ability, should work with your power too, also, bayonet." and as if the gun listened to him, a comically tiny bayonet sprung below the barrel.

"You too, Flechette." and Red Glare gave her the same version of gunbox too.

"But I already have my arbal-"

"Glenn Chamber suggest that, this is fucking Slaughterhouse 9 and fuck them, literally if needed. Here's a gun. There's many like it, but this one is yours." and he pushed that one right onto her arms anyway.

Seeing her wielding that ridiculously oversized gun was hilarious...wait, she's a whole head taller than me, wouldn't I look even more sillier with this!?

But before I could answer that question, Jouster shouted and the Wards have all suit up and ready. It's rather painful that I could spot out that girl by that emptiness of her sleeve so easily.

"Wards, as soon as we stepped out of the entrance, expect everything the Slaughterhouse could throw at us. They may have years of experiences ahead of us, but we will be ready. Justice will prevail for we are the New York Wards!" his fist raised high up above him and the Ward followed, shouting as they went. I'm not part of them, but I joined in anyway, shouting together with others.

[Orbital Light detected][Atomic Worshiper detected][Sergeant Gravity detected][One Week Knockout detected]

"Red Glare, Flechette, Dreadlock, Laser Hoop, Shockwave, Little Boy, Starstruck, Sherlock and Drake here will be the vanguard, we will first locate Director Wilkins and get him out here. The second objective would be to contact the Protectorate as all our communication devices are down. The third objective is that we secure Bonesaw and get her to the Protectorate base. Frogger, you are in charge of second group onto the ground floor, go outside and see if there's anything else. You see Siberian, run. Team, move out!"

With the gunbox in my hand, many of us were packed into elevator, stretching its weight limit as it slowly moved upward with that annoying elevator music.

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

What awaits us, I had no idea. But I will find it and kill it, for Riley.

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Author Note: And yes, I just did that, because while writing this fic, I also wanted to debunk several SI cliches stuff, and I might be a bit sadistic to my SI despite the soft tone of the story in future plot.

VaporDeagle · Jul 23, 2015

So guy in the other forum asked for more bullshit, therefore, bullshit power happened!

Then again, I'm not good at writing dialog, so I just solved everything with more stabbing!

Enjoy.

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1.2(New)

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Let's recap the situation.

I'm currently strapped to a table.

I had somehow killed a person by coming inside him, and then I killed two people that were probably close to him with a knife. I then realised I have super power that let me cut and stab the death of everything by seeing lines and dots that connected people.

I'm strapped to a table.

I then fought a emo literal flame-throwing teen, an edgy literal glasses-wearing exhibitionist, a naked crazy zebra lady, also an exhibitionist, a goddamn creepy mannequin-looking terminator, a mutant lion-chimera-thing with more eyes and teeth than necessary, and a little girl just right after stepping outside.

One of these was not like the other and goddamn did I have terrible luck in RNG.

I'M STRAPPED TO A FUCKING TABLE.

As of now, I'm saving my strength if I ever escape, I'm just too weak to break open these leather bonds. Yes, leather bonds like some medieval castle torturing device. I'm in for such great time here. And it seemed all my wound was fixed, somehow, which only further creeped me out.

Just out of my sight, I heard footsteps coming down on a concrete staircase. From the lightness of the footsteps, there's only one person I met that could match that.

[Resident Biohazard Detected]

"Have you waked up? Of course you have waked up, it's been an hour since the surgery!" the little girl cheerfully spoke to me.

So she did a surgery on me before, please tell me that she didn't add anything extra.

"Oh, so you do understand English, I thought monster people like you always forget lots of stuff!"

[Priority: Gold]

Monster people? What does she meant by that? Did I grow horn or stuff when I fought them? But that question can be answered later now that she's in my view, jumping cheerfully while humming children lullaby in this creepy-ass basement.

I'm seriously scared now that I saw the little girl in front of me was wearing a blue dress right out of a children story, yet it was stained with blood, possibly mine on it. On her waist was a utility belt with all sort of stuffs you will find in a hospital, forceps, surgical knife and some more complicated equipment.

[Emotional Suppression Level 1]

Yet, I was completely calm, yes, if i want to get out of here alive, I need to stay calm.

"You looks pretty frightened just now, don't worry, it happened to every one of my patient!" oh dear God, my power was pretty much the only thing holding my bladder now, why is it so full right now!?

[Social Link?]

I deeply contemplated on this situation, took a deep breath and cleared my throat.

[Confirmed]

"Yes?" the girl responded

"First thing first, how about we introduce each other?" I asked.

"Sounds like a great idea! Hi I'm Riley, otherwise known as Bonesaw!" Jesus fucking Christ, stop being such an adorable pant-shitting horror.

"I...I don't actually remember my name, sorry." I apologized.

"Don't worry, it happened to your kind." wait, was she genuinely pitying me? But whether the emotion was real or not, she walked beyond my sight, and I heard clattering of metal instruments behind.

"Your eyes were really weird, shining like a pretty gem once in a while, now how do I enhance it?" I lied my head down and saw her above me, with a smile on her face. Ignore the comment on my eyes for now, I continued.

"How about you tell me about the story of your group?" remain calm, remain calm.

"The story is a long one, so I will give you the short version. Jack gathered a group of highly unstable people and killed everyone else they met!" I felt cold cotton swab rubbing on my forehead, sterilizing my skin.

"Who is this Jack?" I asked. Why do I feel like I heard that name before?

"He's the leader of the Slaughterhouse 9, I think it's a miracle that he managed to get by before he recruited me. I can count members of the Nine that lasted longer than 6 months with my hand!" she then of course, showed me her hands, with surgical knife in grip. But what the fuck kind of government would allow such a group exist in the first bloody place? Or were they that frighteningly powerful?

"If that's the case, then how long have you been with the group?" the feeling of having a cold metal bladed cut into my forehead made me flinched, my power was clearly doing its job by making me ignore the pain.

"5 years. maybe? It will be 6 just 4 months later!" Bonesaw gleefully said while cutting open my skull.

"Wait, then how old are you when you get recruited!?" I once more felt horror, not from the fact that I felt cold air on my brain, but from the next answer.

"When I was 6 years old, right when i was having birthday party too!" there's something off with her voice now, almost seemed...sad…

Let's think for a second there, power obviously don't come out of nowhere, maybe something...triggered it?

Think on my situation for a second, fear, helpless, stress, isolation, maybe there's factor cause me to have power?

And if this is the kind of situation needed for power, then how much worse can her backstory get?

"How did he recruited you?" her smile dropped and the cutting stopped.

"Nope, not telling, it's a trade secret so to speak!" her head peeked into my eye, bloody scalpel twirling in her hand.

"Come on, that's sound interesting." why is my mouth not stopping at all!?

"You are rather noisy for patient, maybe I should shut yo-" that was when Bonesaw should have learnt another lesson in doing surgery, always look out for sudden fluid spray onto her face.

[Emotional Suppression Level 2]

It played out like movie, making me taking a backseat to the control of my body as the second passenger take full control of my body. The very first act the passenger did was to spit right into her eyes, she flinched, eyes closed and dropped the scalpel.

The scalpel almost fall painfully slow as my head moved up, biting the blade and spat it down. I looked down, vision changed to black and white, and saw the blade flew right into the lines on the leather straps, cutting all of them in one go.

As the blade pinged against the wall, my body back-flipped, Bonesaw's head clamped right between my thigh and I dropped onto the floor without any sound. Not even slamming Bonesaw onto floor, as that would alert anyone who's still alive upstairs.

When the scalpel bounced off the table and flew right into my grip, my body immediately went in full stabbing mode. Her arms ,legs, fingers, bodies, and I realized what it was doing. Poison, stun gas, bio-gel, acid, virus, pheromone, control unit and bio-detergent, all capable of turning into deadly weapon in the hand of a biochemist and the assault neutralized every single one of them.

And yet, she was unharmed. the blade only struck what it wanted and leaved the girl's body alone.

"Wha-" I jumped and kneed down on her waist, my feet pressed onto her legs, my elbows stopped her arm from moving, and with my right hand on her mouth, my left wielded the scalpel tightly in its grip, waiting for the moment to drop.

Then my body just stopped, and my passenger let me take control again.

Now, with time to answer, why would it let me do that?

Everytime I called upon its help, it's have been non-stop combat since. It's literally the only thing it can do, fight. I was the brain of this body, and it's the brawl.

Now it's making me choose...do I even have a choice to begin with?

First, why? Was the second passenger having the same moral principle as I do, except it's unable to socialize at all?

Is it because I'm deciding the fate of a 12 years old mad scientist now?

...Think! 5 years ago, what happened to her? What happened to her family? I won't doubt that she was forced into this murderous business in the first place, but how...how am I supposed to help her? I'm not a therapist! What shou-wait.

She was a mere 6 years old back then, she mentioned birthday party. Maybe the Nine came in and slaughtered her family? And with her power...she could fix them. No working limbs or any human looking appearance, but she could definitely kept their brain alive if her power was really what I thought it was.

But in the end, the man broke her mind, no family member, no attachment, all to the Nine only. She would have been insane after that, and thus Bonesaw was born.

But...is it possible to separate Bonesaw from Riley?

My power...it made to kill everything, even concept. Right now I'm not even using it to its fullest potential, but actual munchkinery later. How do I solve this problem with my power?

That's it! That's what the second passenger wanted me to do! With such trauma, schizophrenia might had happened and caused her mind to split into two personas, one of her innocent, the other her nightmare, and there's only one solution to this...

The passenger wanted me to save Riley and kill Bonesaw.

I readied the scalpel, and as I plunged the knife onto the dot on her head, her face was that of a genuine horror, of fear of death.

Good bye Bonesaw.

I pulled out the scalpel and dropped it, it clanked against the floor, the noise was loud in this silent basement.

"Oh...oh…." no longer was there a pair of scary eyes of a little mad scientist, it was the eyes of a terrified little girl, tears welling in her eyes. Her whole body soon began to shiver in fear, now realising the full consequences of her actions.

"Hello, Riley." I released my grip on her and hugged her closely, "It's okay, I'm here." I felt my shirt wet from her tears as it spilled from her eyes.

"It felt like a neverending nightmare" she cried, "...I...I don't want to be her, I don't like to be her, but I need to survive…"

"And now it's ended, so, chill." I smiled, and wiped tears from her reddened eyes.

"But...I...I done so much, so many terrible things that I couldn't even understand why I would do that, like there's actually a monster inside me…." she continued, ,"I'm not the good girl mommy wanted."

"You might not be one now, but you surely can work yourself to be one in the future!" I patted her head, and held her shivering body up from the floor.

"Oh god, you are heavy." maybe it's just because of all those fighting before, but damn I felt my legs straining from her weight.

She rammed my chest and snuggled, "Oh shut it!" and now she giggled as a smile moved onto her face, a genuine happy smile.

I placed her onto a wooden chair and I sat on the floor besides her. "So, feeling alright now?"

"Yeah." she grabbed a handkerchief out of her numerous pocket sew onto her dress and wiped the mess off her face.

"So erm...your forehead…" she handed her handkerchief to me.

"Ah, can you fix it now? I can feel blood flowing from the cut like right now." I nervously replied while wiped blood off my face.

As she moved forward to use her magic on my forehead, she asked, "So...can I call you big brother?"

"Aren't I'm a bit too old to be called big bro? I'm kinda being 8 years older than you here" I answered.

"What? My power said you are only 15!", she sa-wait what!?

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Apparently I got de-aged by the same thing that gave me mystical power for some reason. Not just turning me back to my younger age either, the scar I had from cutting my thumb was after I was 15 and it's still there, lines of scar on where the stitches used to be.

But moving on to pressing issues that I actually needed to worry about. Riley will be preparing something special for our grand escape tonight from the motel because somehow almost everyone I thought I killed was still alive and me? I was out here shopping for food, because even mass-murderer needed to eat properly.

The story we made up was that I had a microchip installed in my head, making me the deadliest butler in the world, and their first task was to make me follow a grocery list and buy stuffs on it, surprisingly mundane after I killed three of their members in like 5 minutes.

So here I was, walking with the public in a supermarket, buying triple chocolate fudge ice-cream for a former member of Slaughterhouse 9. Goddamn American and their high valued dollar, this bucket of ice-cream would have be so damn expensive back home. And apparently the dollar in this world was a metal coin, with President Washington on it, neat!

And it seemed that I was in New York, Time Square was a tourism marker that was impossible to mistake. Too bad I can't enjoy the view of people walking for their life and the cold weather of the western country. And for the most important part, newspaper.

Superhero, they were very fucking real in this world and of course majority of them wore spandex which showed really nice figur-FOCUS ON THE IMPORTANT BITS, BRAIN! Bloody damn teenage hormone was affecting my mind!

But, that would meant supervillain were a very real things too, and from the newspaper, they always outnumbered the hero for some bloody reason. People are not natural born asshole! Why are there so many villian!? But even that was not the important part.

9th September 2010. No wonder I'm freaking 15, I'm literally 15 years old in 2010! But should I think of myself as a 15 years old now or a 20? I could answer that question later and I think I should just pay for the food and go back to Riley soon.

"That will be 57.55 dollar." I paid exactly that amount.
"Thank you, please come again." and then I left the store, now I just needed to he-ow!

I accidentally walked onto a teenage, his hair was black and curly, while his friend, an Asian girl with a bob cut hair dyed brown slowly lifted him up.

[Touchy Detective detected][Amphibian Champion detected]

"Sorry!" I said before quickly left the scene.
"Oh Jesus Christ, oh Jesus fucking Christ, stop!" and then I ran like fuck.

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Author Note: I believe that this is the second fic I know of that managed to kill Bonesaw and save Riley simultaneously. Only that the example was a bit more mundane than this 100% bullshit.

VaporDeagle · Jul 24, 2015

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1.6

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As the comforting music stopped, it went for a 'ding' and the doors opened.

Nobody liked what they were seeing here.

Blood, blood everywhere. Limbs were strewn across the previously pristine hallway. Shredded officer clothes and body armors still clinged to them. There were blobs of white foam stuck onto the hallway too, the troopers were trying to shoot something and failed.

As of now, we are a group of ten superpowered teenagers in a place with dead adults every ten feet or so apart all over the area, and one of us just broke down in tears.

"Mom...dad…"

I didn't know her name, hell, I barely knew half the group here other than Jouster, Flechette, Dreadlock and Red Glare. While I have sympathy for her loss, we really need to move on.

[Emotional suppression Level 1]

"I'm sorry, but we need to leave her down there or move on." I said.

"I'm not leaving here!" the girl in violet-white costume yelled.

"Laser Hoop." Jouster said, hand reached out to comfort her.

She knocked his hand away, "My parent might be dead, but I'm sure as hell to get that fucker for them!" Laser Hoop declared.

Silence rushed over, leaving only the windy blow of the air conditioner humming above us.

"The elevator is jammed." Red Glare calmly reported, punching the metal doors with his powered fist.

"So we can't get down there even if she wants to?" I asked.

"No, and no reinforcement either, if the alarm doesn't sound soon, we might be the only left here." he grimly replied.

"Fine, let's go.", Jouster ordered.

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And so we marched the now empty hallway, offices, used to be full of workers are now completely devastated, blood coating the wall unnaturally, like someone dragged a person across it, grinding his or her flesh off until the person was dead.

"Mannequin, no doubt about it, only he or Jack used blade to carve people like salami, but where Jack lacked strength, Mannequin lacked subtlety." Red Glare explained.

I looked at one of the numerous corpses in the room, and the poor guy was minced waist down, leaving him crawling on the floor for 15 feet or so.

"Yeah, lack of subtlety alright…" I commented.

Jouster raised up his fist, halting our advance and his finger pointed forward, "There! The Director office!" we quickly chased after him as he slammed the door open with a spontaneous burst of speed.

I was the second person to get in the Director's office and a fight clearly had happened here. While not as damaging as the rest of the building we have seen, the Director either bravely or foolishly used a shotgun against Mannequin. But considering Mannequin was down with a couple holes in his chest armor, I said it's the former.

The Director himself was missing a leg, tore down by one of Mannequin blades, a white strip of cloth enveloped his bloody stump, surrounded by several shotgun shells in front of him. He really had gone down fight-

"Huh?" the Director coughed.

We all screamed and jumped back, nearly collapsing the wall from our combined weight until Jouster calmed our collective fear down.

"Director Wilkins, are you alright!? How many finger do you see?" he raised up three.
The Director just flipped a bird.

"Yup, he's fine." a couple capes helped him up onto the table, Laser Hoop digging through the medical box for supplies.

"We have a lot of questions, Director. Think you could answer them for us?" I inquired.

"Communications are already down by the time they came here. Shatterbird either got really subtle with her power, or Mannequin figured out something, tinker always do. Damn he really did a number on me." he will probably be missing his leg for awhile, in both senses of word.

"Well, at least you got him, sir" Jouster congratulated.

That confused expression on his face was rather worrying…"What? What do you meant? I didn't even get my gun out when he go-Behind you!" he shouted and pointed.

I think my life flashed past me just as I saw Mannequin towered above me, his blade shadow looming on me and just before he cut me down, extreme loudness happened.

Firepower loud.

I remembered there was this one video on Youtube that I occasionally watched just for the fun of it. It's a video of a operational Gau-8 gatling cannon firing 30mm cannon shell weighing in almost half a bloody kilogram each at the rate of 60 rounds per second. I tried to turn the volume to the max before playing it and I can feel my ear deafened from that.

This, is the real deal.

A storm of tracer rounds impacted Mannequin, launching him across the office with the sheer mass of the bullet alone. Mind you, tracer rounds were made to be seen, modern day autocannon fired 1 tracer round per 5, and there's a lot of it. I dragged my eyes across the streaming beam and traced back to its source. It's Red Glare.

His 8 feet tall powered armor were painted with mud green, similar to the one used by the Soviet army. Red stars with yellow edge decorated his armor and firearms. Speaking of firearms, he didn't have just one. One below his right wrist, rotating its barrel while yellow flashes of explosion launched the bullet. Another of his left, barrel pushed back as each massive shells were fired out. Another four robotic arms armed assault rifles sprung out of his back, two fired above and two fired below his shoulder, adding to the impressive showing of firepower.

20 seconds of continued firing, only then did he stopped.

Now Mannequin is really fucking dead, along with the wall behind him and every single poor office supplies around him. All six of his guns were smoking with fume, two on his wrists might have almost triggered the fire alarm with the smoke those guns were generating.

[Illusive Invulnerable Immortal detected]

"Ah, this should be the moment where I made a witty one-liner." as if for emphasis, he coughed into his fist. "Here's one, 'Die-ARGH!!!"

[Combat Mode On][Emotional suppression Level 1]

An arm with black stripe tore through the side of his armor, ripping a robotic arm off. Explosive bolts blew out the chest armor and a tiny teenage ejected out of it, right before another arm punched through the back.

I charged in, steps muffled by the carpet and caught the boy. As a show of strength, the armor was torn into two parts by Siberian and she hurled them like styrofoam chunks, aiming at us. I threw the boy behind, hoping someone else caught him and jabbed the armor wrecks.

Momentum killed and the pieces fall onto the ground, but I leaped over them and fired at Siberian. She simply snatched two office tables, invincibility imbued onto them, and swatting bullets out of the air. I aimed at the dot on the tables, and both shattered into countless wooden splinters.

Again, repeating the same action, she grasped whatever at hand to block my shot. The Wards behind me fired their power, destroying everything in the office to deny Siberian of cover. There's something wrong with this…

"She's stalling for time!" I shouted.

As if answering my statement, she ceased parrying and lunged at me. When my jabbed my bayonet at her dot, the grin on her face was disturbing.

...Ah shit!

"Bonesaw, they are going after Bonesaw! Both Siberian and Crawler are just fucking distractions!"

"What about Mannequin!?" a boy Ward in black-yellow powered armor asked.

"I don't see any blood in this thing!", another girl Ward that I didn't know reported.

"Shit, this is all just a decoy, they have gone into great length to avoid you!"

"I'm not sure if that's a good thing Jouster. But we need to get to Bonesaw! Where is she held anyway?" I questioned.

"The same prison cell you were...oh fuck." I don't like his expression, this is not good.

But he quickly recovered,"Red Glare, Little Boy, I want you two to fix any communication devices and contact the Protectorate. Shockwave, Dreadlock, cover them and the Director. You see Siberian, run.", without stopping a pace, he barked out order. Red Glare, despite lacking his power armor, just put out one massive pistol off his pistol holster and trod with the other group.

"So, we will be going after them?" I asked.

"Yeah." Jouster weakly replied.

"Then I will need something special for this, any idea where the evidence room is?"

"Huh?"

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With Little Boy being the toughest of the group, she acted as the vanguard and was at the front of the formation, the rest of the three Wards couldn't stop giggling at Director Wilkins, who was strapped to the back of Little Boy's yellow black powered armor like a baby. The Director himself almost wished for Siberian to just come and end his miserable existence.

"So...can you two fix the communication tower?" Dreadlock asked, stopped chuckling for a moment.

"Depend on how intact it was." Red Glare, now walking with only his armored interface skinsuit on, answered.

"There's the door to the roof!" Shockwave pointed.

But the door was already broken, along with the hinges ripped off the wall. Not a very good sign.

And as expected, the communication tower was not only broken, but gone.

"Well, shit." Little Boy replied with her robotic voice.

"What now?" Dreadlock worryingly asked.

"There's only one option left." and with that, Red Glare equipped his minigun, designed to have gravity reflector that tremendously lightened its heavy weight.

"Sir, permission to use S-class tier weapons?" Little Boy asked.

"Fuck it, call those fucking Protectorate for being so damn late." and with permission from the Director himself, Little Boy aimed his Hellbore cannon towards the sky.

"This will be very loud, cover your ears!" Shockwave, as ironic as his power was to be loud as hell, covered his ear.

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"The suspect, has escaped!" Sherlock kneed right at a human shaped hole before Riley's prison, inspecting it like a real detective would, except that the conclusion was a very obvious one. Just like the glass sphere that held her before, the prison cell was round in shape, designed to maximize defense against bio-warfare and the smooth surface made it hard to drill hole in any directions. All of which didn't matter to Siberian at all.

"No shit, Sherlock, now we need to find out where they took her to." I adjusted my black bionic suit, the bandage ate my jumpsuit and grew in size, covering every inches of my body and half of my face. Unfortunately, the suit were skintight and left none to imagination. While I doubted anyone would be interested in my body, I couldn't help but notice Jouster were taking peek at me…

With his inspection done, he paced back and forth in front of the cell, one hand scratching his chin. He stared at the other, fingers stretching in and out. Suddenly, he stopped, and declared his conclusion.

"She's...inside a van? With a coffin? I don't know where, but my power only works for up to 10 kilometer and the van isn't moving."

"They are planning for another distraction, we will find her anyway, any windows that you can use to see outside?" I questioned him.

"No, no windows, come on girl, turns around or just look at someth-is that a rack full of foam gun!? Why would they...it's a PRT van!" he exclaimed.

"Now that's something we could use, let's go to the ground floor." Jouster ordered.
…
"Wait, how did you detect her when you need to touch someone to find them?"

"Any genetic material will do, and there's a toilet over there." oh ewwwwwww.

"Sacrifice has to be made in the name of the truth!", he said while throwing his glove away.

But we moved on anyway.

"What is this anyway? Are you sure it's safe?" Flechette worryingly asked, rubbing the the fabric of my bionic suit with her fingers.

"As long as it add more to my combat effectiveness, I'm fine." I assured her, but she wasn't convinced.

We, a group of 15 superpowered teenagers, strode back out to the ground floor. But, Flechette pulled me to the back of the group. I have a feeling I knew what she will ask.

"Why are you so...worked up to protect her?"

"I came into this world with barely any memory, and saw a little girl that seriously needed help. I don't know how her victim felt, but I do know her personally more than you read newspaper about her." I stated my thought, just plain and simple.

"You are...really taking this well."

"I know, and sorry for my attitude, just my power is psyching my mind down and making me say things with brutal honesty." I apologized, hope she didn't take my blunt statement too far.

"It's alright. I've seen worse example before, it's better if you use it honestly when so many people just used their power for deception and some other nefarious purpose."

"Sure, if you put it that way. And, thank you."

"You are welcome." she smiled.

We continued to pace for the outside. But I don't think the mood of the group was good here. Laser Hoop was still gloomy, while we didn't found her parent's corpse, we didn't exactly found them either. Others were in similar state of depression and I'm still not sure whether Red Glare managed to contact the Protectorate at all. Time to break the ice.

"Does anyone of you have any idea on what the hell Siberian is? I meant, according to you guys, she's the toughest thing in the universe." I loudly asked, voice echoed through the empty hallway with the heavy marching rumbling.

"She managed to hurt Alexandria." Laser Hoop apprised.

"Who?"

"Think Supergirl from Earth Aleph, except no Green Kryptonite weakness, no laser eye, and several years older. Oh, and a bit sliver age bullshit, mostly bullshit." Sherlock said.

"Shouldn't Powergirl would be a better example?" Flechette argued.

"Yeah, just include no boob window in the list too.", Starstruck, or I assume that he's Starstruck, laughed.

"Heh, but seriously though, what the heck is Siberian? I meant, I killed her twice and she kept respawning….."...wait a second. Respawn? Like a…Holy shit, I can't believe I'm can say this line and the context would fit perfectly.

"Siberian is the work of an enemy stand!" I shouted without a single sign of embarrassment. Almost all the Wards immediately laughed till they had to clutch their stomach, and wipe tears off their face. Even Laser Hoop couldn't help but chuckle.

"Am I missing something?" Jouster meekly asked. Oh now you are missing the context!

"Dude, both your name started with freaking J and you had no idea what he mean!? You need to read that shit!" Sherlock told him. The Wards were all laughing, a 180 degree turn away from the faces 5 minutes before, cheerful atmosphere overwhelmed the dark corridor.

Yeah, now this is good. We are ready for anything.

....

"What do you meant by 'Earth Ale-" I queried.

It was then at this very moment, everything exploded.

[Echo in the Sand detected]

My second passenger quickly sprung into action, parrying as much shrapnel as possible, but some I just took it with my body. With the suit on however, none of the shrapnel was capable of wounding me. Damn this thing is tough, and fast too. Without the suit, I doubt I could parry one fifth of the shrapnel flying in the air here.

Everyone was safe, mostly. A few Wards were injured but nothing too serious.

I saw Jouster, blood bleeding behind his visor, "Shatterbird! Prepare for combat!"

[Combat Mode On][Emotional Suppression Level 2]

Time to roll I supposed.

Author Note: Finally, the second last chapter. Oh, and the video I mentioned.

2 Hot Crown Subdues the Sinful · Jul 24, 2015

Yay! Keep up the good work.

VaporDeagle · Jul 25, 2015

Last chapter for arc 1

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1.7

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The cold still air generated by the air conditioner mounted throughout the hallway was mixed in with hot blast of air formed from the glass explosion. But it didn't matter as the suit just maintain a comfortable temperature for me.

We rushed out, foot stomping on the stairway as the elevators were toasted and at the main hall, I felt relieved that there's less blood than I thought up here at the ground floor. But still, broken glass was everywhere, no, more like the glass just straight up disintegrated, turned into nothing more than sand, scattered all over the marble floor.

"I thought this Banshee has neutralised her power!" I shouted as we charged for the main entrance.

"It's only work at long range, that's means she's close! Very close! I expect that she's not alone out there." Jouster answered.

And he's right. Shatterbird was up there in her dress of glass, motionless wings spread to her sides while she was surrounded by numerous spikes of glass.

"Wow, she's not wearing anything down there, NICE!", why yes, thank you, Sherlock, for providing that information. We should totally grab a camera and send it all over the depraved internet, too bad the camera won't wor-

Oh, Oh, so that's why she went commando, you sneaking exhibitionist!

But put that aside, below her was several white robots covered in ceramic-metal armor, each was a different model than the other. One have several arms like a giant insect, another was a heavily armored, with gun barrels in his arms and the last one was just like the one we fought just now, sleek and choked full of blades. The street was, of course, emptied of civilians who wanted to live more than just today.

However, Siberian and Burnscar were not here, and that's a bit unnerving. What were they planning? Or is this just their last ditch effort?

But no matter which answer was correct, they had the initiative and attacked. We quickly hid behind the concrete wall right behind the entrance as hail of glass storm flew at us, glasses stabbed inch deep into the floor and reduced the poor receptionist table into nothing more than wooden splinters.

"Dammit, we have just sent all our heavy hitter up there for a damn antenna!" Sherlock complained.

"If they actually got the Protectorate here, then it's worth it!" Jouster yelled back, ducking from the continuous storms of glass.

And as if the fate itself have listened to that conversation, we all heard a massive explosion up on the rooftop and the night sky turned into day time.

It's sounded like...a nuke.

And within the rumbling noise of the big bang, a barely audible message was hidden in it, "PROTECTORATE, SLAUGHTERHOUSE NINE IS HERE, WE NEED HELP ASAP!!!!!" besides the explosion was the constant buzz of a rapid firing cannon, proved by the stream of tracers in the sky.

Seeing how the sheer brightness of the explosion alone was enough to blind the Nine, stopping their assault for the moment, I nodded to Jouster and he readied his spear.

He stood out of the cover and pointed his spear at the Nine, "Charge!" and we fucking did.

My passenger took over and every single bullets I fired just struck the Insectoid Mannequin as if the gunbox was glued onto him. Recoils forced a couple shots off my preferable target, but all I needed was one hit and it gave in. On my right, Jouster dashed with a sudden burst of speed and jabbed his spear through the side of Armored Mannequin, lightning sparkled from him and the spear.

Armored Mannequin was about to shoot him until Flechette cut it off with a intentionally fumbled arrow, slicing right through the metal arm like it was butter. In front of her, Laser Hoop formed a ring of pink laser from her palm and jumped through it, slamming right into the dazzled Shatterbird, three small rings formed on her legs, and she kneed the bird right in her groin.

Not wanting to lose, Starstruck charged in and punched his fist through Bladed Mannequin, back first, but Mannequin just turned his waist around and clamped his blade onto him like a demonic scissors. Blood started to stain his white suit as the blades cut deep into his arms, I aimed but Jouster speared through that Mannequin first, a spherical device stuck onto his spear.

"Not this one either!" he swung the spear and the device flew off, embedding itself right next to the wall besides the cowering Sherlock, then again his power wasn't really good for combat.

"Forgot about that, I'm bleeding like a river!" both of us rushed over to him, and he's making a real mess on the road, the bionic suit seemingly listened to my mental command and I ripped the part on my arms off to patch his wounds.

"Are you sure that's safe?" Jouster argued, sounding extremely concerned for his teammate.

"No idea, but it will d-" I was interrupted by Sherlock.

"The van, the van is moving!", Sherlock yelled, and we all heard engine roaring from the underground parking lot.

That's of course the moment when things get worse as we heard a scream in the air. It was Laser Hoop, being cut by glass controlled by Shatterbird, who have sent off her glass wings onto the Ward. I aimed upward and fired, most shots were deflected by glasses, but some struck true and that was enough to make her let Laser Hoop go.

The engine from the van rumbled from the parking lot, louder and louder by the seconds. I quickly rushed over to Laser Hoop, catching her by one arms while giving suppressive fires by another. Shatterbird eventually retreated behind the building, but that was when the van drove out of the building, flying off the ramp.

[Illusive Invulnerable Immortal detected]

Laser Hoop and I would have been hit would have been hit if it wasn't for the suit, gaining me tremendous speed and strength just from wearing it. I rolled on the road and spotted Siberian on top of the van, with two machine guns on her hands.

She fired, and I quickly ran off with Laser Hope in my arm , dodging the bullets pouring out of those guns. If she's only aiming for me, that's fine. But not when she decided to aim for Jouster and Flechette too. Jouster used his power again, jumping straight into the building again while Flechette just dodged behind the cover. Meanwhile, Sherlock was probably still in the same place.

With the Ward in cover, the last Mannequin walked ominously towards me, while Shatterbird flew back in, with a glass chandelier floating besides her, as if she just purposely went and searched for it fro dramatic execution. I aimed the gunbox at them, only to find it clicking empty.

[Flaming Phantom detected]

Well shit. And of course Burnscars finally walked in with flames in her hand. She readied her stand, and conjured the largest fireball I have ever seen with my naked eyes.

[Amphibian Champion detected]

"I'm the eternal fla-Ah!!!" and then she got caught by a long fleshy tongue, screaming as she was pulled onto the roof and the fireball poofed into thin air. Then the rest jumped down.

[Phantom Limb detected][Sergeant Gravity detected]

The Armored Mannequin aimed his remaining arms and fired, only for a large shadowy hands blocked the shot, then the arms disappeared and the boy falling besides Dreadlock, shouted.

[Kinetic Engineer detected]

The ground beneath him began to crack as he was pushed onto the road, even his armor cracked and bent from the force of the scream. A storm of bullets came from the above and quickly tore him apart. It was Red Glare up on the roof, gatling cannon blazing bullets and smokes.

[Atomic Worshiper detected]

He shouted something and the big armored guy in yellow and black shot laser beam from her cannon at Shatterbird, glass melted and exploded from the sheer heat, not even Shatterbird could handle it as one laser pierced through her waist.

Siberian, noticing that she's the only one left, aimed her machine guns at me only for both guns to have an arrow fused into them, jamming the firing mechanism.

The van drove off as she threw those guns away, leaving us in dust.

"Go...get her." Laser Hoop weakly said in my arms, I must be fretting at her now since my legs got weak.

"Don't get all dramatic, I can heal her, easy peasy." Frogger said, "Now get that bitch for cutting my friends up!!!" angry Frogger is scary Frogger.

I then ran off, only to be stopped by Jouster.

"It's not a proper chase without a bike." with a beep on his handheld device, a medieval horse themed bike flew from entrance of the parking lot and stopped right in front of us. Jouster quickly jumped onto the seat, hands on the handle. I sat on his lap, his expression was an amusing one.

"What? I can cut bullets!", I argued.

"You need this more than I do" Flechette volunteered and sat behind Jouster, handled her unused gunbox to me. This bike is really big.

We all felt the bike shook and looked back, the plant-themed girl from before has taken the last seat, "You will need someone to distract her!"

[Quadruple Personalities detected]

Seeing Flechette squirming from getting hugged from behind was yet another amusing sight of the day, "Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Kudzu, cloning power! Now let's hit the gas, Jouster!" and he did, making me leaned onto his chest armor as he did so.

Even at night, traffic jam was almost a natural occurrence in the street of New York, not a problem with a bike capable jumping over cars and taxis. On the dashboard of the bike was a map of New York, tracing down the quickest path to chase down Siberian.

"Look for the white van, she's right in front of us." except that there's a white van that just crashed onto a boutique on our left, with the word 'PRT' written on it.

"Shit." he cursed.
"Then obviously we just look for another van" I pointed to a black van on our right and Flechette shot an arrow at it, just a harmless warning shot.

And we struck the mole in the hole with that one, as Siberian burst through the roof of the van with guns blazing in both hands, the pedestrians quickly ran away from danger and the drivers just left their cars behind.

Even with the bionic suit on, I was not able to parry all the bullets in time. But two Kudzus immediately pop into existence and took the shot, blood splattering all over my body and the lifeless bodies poofed away from reality, along with all the blood.

What.

With both her assault rifles expended, Siberian threw them away as the van drove off again. This time we gave chase, engine roaring in anticipation.

With a moment to spare, I looked back to Kudzu and saw no change in her happy expression as she continued hugging Flechette, who was having an exasperated look. She got used to this maybe?

Siberian bent down and grabbed another pair of guns, this time two pistols, and fired. I took the bayonet off the gunbox and stood up. Spark flew as I parried each bullets, though I was more worry about Jouster focusing too much on my butt than the road.

The two emptied guns almost smacked my face as Siberian grabbed something else, this time a grenade launcher, the first shot thumped out of the barrel and poofed into smoke, obscuring our sight, I heard a second shot and saw what it was.

"Dodge!" I yelled, and thank god Jouster swiveled around the growing blob of white foam in time. What the heck was that?

"Fuck, she's using containment foam!" another thump, and this one was an actual explosion, the shrapnel was easily parried, but I can't really attack like this!

"Kudzu, distract her!" Flechette said as she aimed her arbalest.

"On it!", and I felt her feet on my shoulder as she jumped off, the first try wasn't so successful as she got ran over, I almost fell from the bike with that one. The second time she got hold of the handlebars and her clone there split into another two, both climbing on either sides of the van.

Siberian was alarmed, wondering to get Kudzu off the van or shoot some more at me. Too bad she didn't get her answer as an arrow pop her into nothing, grenade launcher almost hit me in the face again.

"Hey, there's an old man driving th-" that Kudzu got shot in the face and fall onto the street.

"Flechette, take the shot." and she fired, arrow passing through the entirety of the van, nothing happened until I heard a yelp in the van, which swiveled out of control and fell onto it side on a turn, skidding across the empty road and throwing off the Kudzus.

From above, numerous flying capes have arrived just in time, the one in blue with lightning pattern seemed to be in the lead.

[Many Users Detected: Categorizing]

"The Protectorate is here!" Jouster smiled, but I wasn't patient.

"Fuck, Riley!" as I hopped off the bike and ran to the van, with only bayonet at hand.

"Drake, no!" but it's too late, with one swipe, I cut the bottom of the van in half and a stream of foam greeted me. Too fast to dodge, I was engulfed in the foam, it stickied onto my body and quickly expanded into solid foam.

With my body stuck in the foam, I could only watched in horror as Siberian leaped out of the van with a foam gun in one hand and a massive coffin on her shoulder.

[Infinite Elemental Laser Caster detected]

I heard gunfire, lasers and something else, all aimed at Siberian and the coffin, but it didn't nothing at all. As soon as she threw the foam gun away, it immediately got destroyed by the firing.

"You think you could keep her away from me!? Me!? I know she better than anyone, taking care of her for so long, what make you little shit think you have more right to be with her than me!?" the firing stopped as Siberian spoke. Apparently, she never uttered a word before, strange.

"Because I'm the only one who gave a damn on how she think, you paid attention to her as much as how you paid attention to your modesty, thinking her as nothing more than your personal doll! Not exactly my fault if I managed to care more about her in half a day than 6 years with you!" I spat at her, the saliva just flowed down rather than stickied onto her chest. And she bared her teeth at me as if she could be any more angrier than this.

"You! I will kill you!" ah shit, is this the moment where I die without doing much to the world?

Turned out, the answer was no, as an arrow punctured straight through the coffin and Siberian pop into nothing. The coffin fall onto the ground, breaking and a old man with an arrow straight through his head was in there.

Well, I guessed I could finally sign in relie-oh God the body twitched and Siberian was coming at-a barrage of bullet, ripped the man into bloody shred, splattering blood onto the van and the white foam covering me.

Oh wow, and I think my power has left me for the moment since I felt really warm and wet down there. I heard footsteps besides me and I saw Flechette, with arbalest on her back, wielding that bigass gunbox on her hands, guess she still used it anyway.

Her hand touched my forehead, patting me, "Don't worry, we will get you out of there. Anyone saw Bonesaw!?"

[Chrono-locked True Immortal detected][Resident Biohazard detected]

"I'm here!" a little voice came from the van, and everyone pointed their hand at it.
A well-endowed woman in black suit flew down and grabbed her up before dropping right next to me.

"You...you really came for me…" the expression on her face was of excitement and...worrying?

"Yes I did Riley, yes I did and good God, you had no idea how much trouble I got from it and I'm still not quite sure it's worth it." oh now she's sulking.

"As long as you happy for it, then it's alright." I reassured her.

She then walked towards me and kissed me in the forehead, "Thank you."
…
"You know, I had this feeling that this is absolutely terrifying to you guys." I looked at Flechette, who was definitely struggling to not run off away from the little girl.

"You had no idea…", Flechette snickered with extreme concerning.

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After all that fighting, we and the rest of the Wards trapped in the PRT base were moved to the Protectorate base, which was not built in Manhattan but in this island borough called Brooklyn instead. Apparently New York was not all just Manhattan as much as the movie told you that. In there, we all moved into a conference room and the team and I was called onto the stage.

[Infinite Elemental Laser Caster detected]

"As the leader of New York Protectorate and a member of Triumvirate, I, Legend, thank you for ending the Slaughterhouse 9 once and for all.", the man in a blue suit with lightning pattern crisscrossed over it shook my hand, I could literally feel utmost respect coming from the capes around me on him.

[Chrono-locked True Immortal detected]

To my left, the woman in a black suit shook Flechette's hand "I, Alexandria, the leader of Los Angeles Protectorate and a member of Triumvirate, thank you, for avenging our friend, Hero." As much as she tried to hide her emotion, I think it's obvious that she's was on the verge of crying if not for her power or mental training.

[Unlimited Art of the Unknown detected]

As the name implied, the Triumvirate has a third member, a man wearing a mask with glow came within his hood and cape, making him looked like a wizard, just leaned his back against a pillar he made with his power. But rather making him looking cool, it made him looked lazy and bored.

"And today, if it wasn't for the effort of the New York Ward and the case 53 here, island of Manhattan would have been ravaged by the Slaughterhouse 9 just as they did to many towns before this. So, we, the Protectorate and the Triumvirate, thank you all for saving New York."

There was much cheering among the Wards, earning the praise from the adult capes and this so called Triumvirate must be one hell of a recognition.

I felt an arm wrapped my shoulder and pulled me in onto someone's chest. Obviously a her since I felt my face warming from something large and soft.

"Great job, Drake! We pulled one heck of an action tonight!" Ah, Frogger. As much as I liked to be smothered by breasts, I still spun out of her hug anyway.

"No really, it's only by luck and sheer guts that we managed to pull it off. Is Laser Hoop and Starstruck alright?"

"See for yourself!" and she grabbed my head and twisted it.

In the middle of the crowd, Starstruck was surrounded by his friends, mostly girls. On the other side of the crowd, Laser Hoop was hugging onto two adults, tear flowed out of her eyes but they were happy one.

I smiled, it's the little things that made up our life afterall. A PRT agent signalled me and I walked with him into the elevator and to the helipad.

As soon as the metal doors opened, I was tackled by Riley who was flanked by two PRT troopers. I patted her in response.

"Hey there, Riley. What's going on?" I greeted, with a smile.

"Big bro, they said the security is compromised" she continued, snuggling in my chest in the process, "So they are sending me straight to the Guild S-class prison complex to prevent any other player from getting their hand on me."

"Well, that one way to get close to the Guild, hopefully that Dragon can help you."

[Draconian Queen of Ever-Advancing Tech detected]

"Yeah, oh she's here already." as soon as she done saying, sound of jet boosting slowly getting louder and louder until it was deafening. It was then the tiny speck was turned into a dragon-shape flying war machine bristling with missiles, guns and claws, and it slowly landed on the helipad, jet flare slowly decreased in intensity until it was silent.

"Hi there, Drake. I'm Dragon." and the same robotic voice before came from the metal dragon.

"I must be blind if I couldn't see the resemblance at all, thank for helping Riley." I extended out my hand and she grasped it and shook it with surprising gracefulness.

"I have read her file before, but even then it's sketchy, However, with your help, I could easily get approval for her to join the Guild. Well, then, Riley, it's time to get on board."

I looked down and Riley lifted her head up, not by much since there's barely half a foot difference in our height, but I patted her anyway as tears almost spilled forth from her eyes.

"Hey Riley, this is not medieval age, we could still totally call each other."

I smiled, and her face twisted, unable to choose to smile or cry, "Yeah, but it's not really the same."

Her expression was full of surprise when I knelt down on the ground and hugged her, "Don't worry, I will always be there with you."

"Besides, I can't really spend so much time with you if being with you meant getting mass-murderers all up for my ass" she giggled and punched me.

"Okay, so this is a good bye then." the she slowly stroll towards Dragon as her massive powered armor opened up for a cargo hold. A couple PRT troopers moved in with boxes and container in a trolley into the cargo hold.

"No, not a goodbye, say see you, since we want to meet each other again."

She stepped into the Dragon suit, and as the door retracted back, she said, "See you."

They then flew off, going back to being a speck in the sky again.

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Back to the conference room again, as soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a rush of people. Apparently, the Wards managed to turn this into a freaking party in just 20 minutes, as there's plenty of food and snack on a long table, everyone have a cup of beverage in their hand, and there's light spots shining all over the place with hip-hop music blasting at the background like a rave party.

"That's the hero tonight, lady and gentleman! Get him on to the stage!" and of course it's Frogger yelling through the microphone. And I was raised up by a dozen hands up into the air and to the stage. I couldn't help but wonder why the hand on my butt was groped so hard…

With a final push, I was on the stage, looking straight down at the crowd of Wards.

"What do you have to say for tonight, boy!" she said with a grin, and a microphone almost smashed into my teeth.

"...Thrill!" I said in a monotone voice. A few Wards down there got the joke.

I chuckled, "Anyway, I was somewhat happy about all this, sure, it sucked when I immediately surrounded by mass-murderers upon reaching this world, but that's okay since they are mostly dead. Though I couldn't remember much about my family no matter what, but that's okay too. I'm in a world of superhero and supervillain. Full of people in skintight suit, don't mind the view really."

From the crowd below, a guy shouted, "Yeah, skintight ass is the best!" no point for guessing who that was when he got smacked at his nape.

"In just a few hours since I appeared in this world, a lot of shit had happened. Sure, I had to run for my life and such, but...it's really a...fun experience I suppose? Maybe...yeah, I will definitely join the Ward." I continued.

With a yoink, she yanked microphone off my hand, "Did I just hear you correctly just now? You want to join the Ward!?", oh so we are doing this!

"Yes, I want to join the Ward." I said.

"I can't hear you!" she said.

"Yes, I want to join the Ward!" I shouted.

"I still can't hear you!" she repeated.

"Yes, I want to join the Ward!!!" I shouted with the my loudest voice possible.

"Hallelujah and peanut butter! Here's all the paperwork needed for joining the Wards, enjoy!" she then threw a whole stack of paper at me, all of which has a whole bunch of written tiny words on it.

Oh God, only now did it truly dawned onto me that I will be in for one hell of a life, as the weight of the paperwork alone almost crushed my chest.

"Let us help you with that" without me noticing, Jouster, Flechette and Dreadlock have walked onto the stage.

"Oh, okay." suddenly the pain of writing paperwork as if I was working as the receptionist for Satan's frozen ass dominatrix dungeon for all eternity was halved immediately.

All of us moved down the stage and worked on the paperwork, all the while the Wards continued partying to forget the fright from the fight tonight.

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Author Note: So, yeah, that's it. Even if I don't continue this, I'm already satisfied by the fact that I'm the first person ever to resolve S9 arc in the first arc.

So, what next? I already have the outline for the next whole year of the story already. And there's a reason why I started the story so early, like 8 months before canon.

Half of the objective was to fix the problems in Brockton Bay, which honestly can be fixed with adequate amount of talking, comforting and stabbing. Hey, it's BB! Violence sometimes really solve problems!

The other half was to fix the problems in the world. Endbringer fight was pretty much the standard SI solving problem, but what about the common supervillain? Or the case 53? Or the Yangban? That I would like to address as well.

So yeah, ambitious? I had no idea.

The other thing I like to do was to fresh out characters that were in the background of the canon story, like the Pelham family of the New Wave, the Ward and Protectorate that got kek too fast during Leviathan fight, as well as some villains and my personal roster of OC.

And so for this to happen, death are kept to such a minimum that I think people might wonder if I'm actually writing Worm or not...

Anyway, thank a lot for reading so far, and I shall see you all next time, when I'm done writing Arc 2.

Drak4806 · Jul 26, 2015

I have to admit this was pretty good.

I couldn't really tell that you weren't a native English speaker.

theBSDude · Jul 27, 2015

Dragon isn't from New Zealand, she's from the Canadian provence of Newfoundland.

VaporDeagle · Jul 27, 2015

theBSDude said:
Dragon isn't from New Zealand, she's from the Canadian provence of Newfoundland.

*Internally screaming*

HOW DID NO ONE NOTICE THIS BEFORE!?

Drak4806 · Jul 27, 2015

Oh that reminds me.

Using "House" as shorthand/nickname for the Slaughterhouse 9 just seems weird to me. Just using Slaughterhouse or even S9 makes much more sense to me.

Considering you rewrote 1.2 you might consider changing it so it links from 1.1 and links to 1.3.

VaporDeagle · Jul 28, 2015

Drak4806 said:
Oh that reminds me.

Using "House" as shorthand/nickname for the Slaughterhouse 9 just seems weird to me. Just using Slaughterhouse or even S9 makes much more sense to me.

Considering you rewrote 1.2 you might consider changing it so it links from 1.1 and links to 1.3.

The threadmark system doesn't really work that way, I can't change it.

theBSDude · Jul 28, 2015

dragonkid11 said:
The threadmark system doesn't really work that way, I can't change it.

Just insert links then. Like, at the bottom of 1.1, put at link labeled "Revised 1.2", then link from the new 1.2 to 1.3.

Definitely edit the old 1.2 to add a note explaining that there's a new version. Also, change the threadmark to say "Old," if you don't take the threadmark off entirely.

VaporDeagle · Aug 3, 2015

So I wrote an interlude, just to remind people that I'm still writing this.

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Interlude 1 (Red Glare)

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"Father, what is this?" I asked, holding out the medal in my hand.

Whatever it was, the man with well trimmed hair and beard in front of me was absolutely shocked, eyeballs almost falling out of his skull.

"Upstair, quick." and the 40 years old man I called father led me up to his bedroom.

With a spin, he closed the door and locked it, "Where did you find this?"

"Up in the attic, I was looking for chessboard." and he sighed in relief, what was he so afraid of?

"Father, just what is this?" I asked once more.

With his thick fingers, he gripped the star shaped red medal and showed it to me, "This, is the Order of Red Star medal."

"And where did you get this?" and I just asked again.

"It's..has been quite a long time ago. In short, I was a spy." after hearing that, I was excited, and managed a higher pitch than usual low tone I spoke with.

"Oh! Oh! Like James Bond!?" some people said it was weird for kids of my age to enjoy old movie, I said I can enjoy whatever I want since I'm a kid.

There might be something funny about my statement when my father just laughed uncontrollably, maybe I'm improving my social skill after all?

"Yeah, like James Bond, a James Bond with nowhere left to go." now a veil of melancholy fell onto his face, a hint of sadness on...failure?

"Dad, you said it was long time ago, are you still sad about it?"

It came as a surprise when he suddenly grabbed my waist and hoisted me up in the air, spinning me around before giving me his infamous bear hug.

"Not at all, I'm happy just to have you and your mother under this roof!!!"

And my sister who will be born in a few months, but nevertheless, family felt nice.

"Besides, the motherland is one dangerous place, I can't get you two back there. We will be just fine here in America." for the next few minutes, I hugged him back and slowly sleepiness forced my eyes close.

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Dead, dad is dead.

Cut in half for no damn reason, so was mother...and the one inside.

It happened all in just a second, too fast for me to even realise it.

I survived because I was short, that's the only logical reason.

"Now, what do we have here?"

A man in his 40s that looked surprisingly like a certain superstar walked right in my house, waving a knife around dangerously. The murderers of my family were right in front of me, yet there's nothing I could do. No weapons of any sort to do a final stand.

There was a rifle, a Mosin Nagant hanged onto the wall like a trophy, but it has no bullet for safety reason. The man noticed that I was eyeing for it and with a swing of his knife, the rifle fell down and landed besides me with a bounce.

"It won't be nice of me if I didn't give you a chance." toying, he's toying with me, that's obvious. Yet, I couldn't feel any rage, despair or just irritation that anyone else would have experiencing right now.

"I will kill you, that I promise." I stated, just a fact, no more, no less.

And the man just laughed and laughed like an mad man he was. He stared at me again, a grin stretched to inhumane length spreaded to his face.

"Ya whatever, I have so much people looking to cut my head off, adding a kid to the list won't change much anyway."

He crouched down, and looked straight into my eyes, "But, it interests me, so I will let you go."

With that, he left my house.

Just like that.

…..

But, what should I do?

Where do I even start with?

Just how am I supposed t-

[DESTINATION]

[AGREEMENT]

[TRAJECTORY]

[AGREEMENT]

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It was amazing how a bit of tinker tech could change a 100 years old rifle into a state of the art battle rifle capable of penetrating through tank armor.

Started with my great great great grandfather in the 1891, and passed down nearly 120 years to me. The rifle has seen plenty of histories, and yet it remained in perfect condition even as most of its users weakened and died off. I firmly concluded that even without my power, I could get the rifle back to the condition it deserved in just a few moments.

It was just another night of hunting down the gang as always, if I want to truly defeat Jack Slash, I needed to start with something small.

And yes, the unwritten rule, I needed to obey that too, since common criminal capes wasn't a bunch of monsters like the Nine.

Besides the capes, everything else is free meal.

They chose this way, they will end this way.

I looked down through iron sight of the rifle, with space warper installed to bend the space in the iron sight, magnifying the image without the reflectiveness of glass.

7 gang members, one cape, Ward, fighting them off a woman.

One of the gang members took out a pistol, and the Ward was not a brute.

I took aim and fired, his hand turned into gibs without his friends ever noticing my location, tinker tech silencer was a thing.

Another grabbed out his machine pistol, I fired again and again, entrie arms fell out of his shoulder.

Soon enough, they knew they should give up and raised their hand up. One of them hid her knife behind her. So I fired, not taking any chances of a dead Ward tonight.

The gang members panicked when she exploded into red mist, leaving just the legs. With the situation escalated, I fired into their head to minimize the risk to the Ward. With just 6 more shots, all the gang members were dead.

Surrounded by dead bodies, the Ward just straight up lost control of her bladder and fell onto the ground. None of my concerns since she's safe now.

I packed up my rifles and moved back to my base.

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"Khaki Vladimirov, 10 years old, is this information correct?"

I nodded.

"...Kid, your uncle is worried about ever since you went missing." the PRT agent said.

"Better to leave them alone, Jack will come for them just cause he can." I simply replied back with fact.

"We can protect them."

"No, you can't, you failed my family too. So I took matter into my hand."

"Killing 2700 criminals is not a solution, kid!", the agent said straight to my face, slamming the table.

I sighed…

"But it worked, in the end. the towns I have been through was safer than ever. They all fear the White Death too much to ever do anything again."

White Death...that was they called me. It was a definite evidence that the universe ran on the illogical swirling pool of irony that spread throughout the world. A freaking Russian was named with the name that strike fear into the heart of the motherland, how bloody irony that was.

In the time span of just one year, I have fought of countless team formed by either the hero or the villain painstakingly made to counter my tactics. The solution was simple, I just changed tactics too.

I made damn sure to only wound the super villain, any unpowered mercs they sent to me never returned to grab their reward. As for the hero, I just ran and used all the tricks up my sleeves to escape them.

It only took a surprise attack from S9 for them to 'arrest' me right as I moved into a new town. They all clearly expected someone taller when I showed up to help them. In the end, none of the allied capes were injured as all while the Nine left with casualties.

It really came as no surprise that Jack didn't recognize me at all when I decimated his gang. That man has a memory of a goldfish when he tried to remember his list of vengeful victims.

One of the Nine, Winter apparently thought she could hunt me down and break me into a mindless slave. I decided to shoot our her mammary glands just to point out that, no, you can't, when she tried counter-sniper tactics against me.

In the end, I joined the local PRT and immediately the villains of the town either surrendered because fighting me was a nightmare they never wanted or just left.

Now they are interrogating me because I was barely a vigilante, one more and I would have crosses the line, and also something to do with not shooting someone reproductive organs or important assets again, ever.

The PRT agent in front of me was now clearly in distress, not knowing to either treat me a 10 years old or a vigilante that had gone too far.

That was when the door slammed open.

"Miss Militia?" ah, so that's her, wearing a jungle camo military uniform tight enough to show off her figure, with a sash of American flag wrapping around her neck, covering her jaw.

"I will talk to him." and the agent left without another word, looking annoyed at me right until the door closed.

Silence moved into door as she sat on the metal chair in front of me, creaking under her weight.

"Do you think what you do is in the right?"

I quickly responded, "No, but it's necessary."

She looked...dejected.

"Those words shouldn't be coming out of a 10 years old."

"I wish I could be just like any other children...but…" the answer was obvious, I literally can't be normal now.

The metal chair fell with a bang as she stood up, her fingers traced the table between us as she moved towards me, and she just took me up in her arms, embracing me into her blossoms.

...I cried, I don't know where did this feelings were coming from, but for the first time in a whole year, I cried.

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Joining the Wards was...pleasant to say the least. I have a comfy bed, three proper meals every day, and internet.

Yeah...internet. Experiencing puberty have made quite a difference in my perspective of my life, and...I'm starting to see Miss Militia a bit differently too, it's probably fortunate that she was transfered to this Brockton Bay or else I might did something stupid in front of her.

...I wished I was stupid sometimes, just so I could think like a kid.

There's a knock on my door, I already expected it so it won't put a dent in my schedule.

I quickly put back all my instrument into their respective places, "Come in, I'm not handling explosive right now."

The metal door creaked open and an Asian girl with ponytail walked in. Lily, or Flechette in her costume, she joined in the Ward around a year after I joined the Ward, right around the time when I was transferred to New York.

A multi-trigger accident happened, and her parent was killed in the process. The New York team was big enough that we have an Orphan club, it was perfect to make her feel like it was home again in the Ward base.

"Hey there, Khaki, I'm here to receive the weapon." she fidgeted on the spot.

I put one finger up, "Just a second."

After that incident, there's no way the PR team would allow her to use melee weapon anymore. I still had to thank that stupid brute for thinking that she's fucking invincible, or else I won't be making a ranged weapon for her.

It was stupid of the PR team to make the cape fight with melee anyway. Why would anyone not stupid fight in melee anyway?

...But, as one of the tinker specialised in making weapon, it's my job to make the best weapons for the capes and I have no right to object in the order of the higher ups.

Though it quite annoying that no matter what I do, Miss Militia will never have a tinker tech weapon, even if it's simply enough for a children to understand it. She could make freaking nerve gas with her power somehow and yet she can't make simple containment foam.

With the correct number lined on the lock, the case snapped open and I grabbed the weapon out, brandishing it to Lily.

"This, is Flechette Arbalest Model-08, the last two number are the year. use the handcrank to pull back the high-tensile string, the trigger to release it, this button on the side release the string without firing the arrow or whatever you placed up there. Maintenance should be easy for you, just follow this manual. Also, always oil it once per week to prevent the creaking."

As I explained the function to her, her eye followed my hands, moving as I pointed out the flaw and strength of this arbalest. It was the same expression anyone would have upon receiving tinker tech, it always brought out the inner geekiness no matter who I talked too.

"You will get the quiver and arrow from Little Boy. She might have completed it by today, if not, wait for tomorrow."

"This...this is amazing." why thank you for stating the obvious, Lily. The only people who ever complained about my invention was either pussy or pacifist. Somehow, being a weapon tinker Ward get me flak from the stupid for 'corrupting the PRT with violence' and they asked to hang me, because it's somehow righteous of them to hang a 12 years old. See if they liked lead so much if they tried to touch me.

...Maybe it's time to ask her about this.

"So, erm...Lily." I said, and it seemed she didn't notice my nervousness because of my unmoving expression.

"Yes, Khaki?" alright, here goes nothing.

"Do you think we could...go somewhere this weekend? Just the two of us."

I was nervous to be honest, even if nothing was showing on my face.

Red blushes moved onto her face as she was taken back by this development, "Ah, Khaki, I meant. It's a great idea but…"

"If you have any problem, then just stop."

"No, it's not that, it's just...I'm gay."

…..

"Ah."

"Sorry." she left.

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"Here's the file you requested. Kid, please get some sleep." I just nodded to the agent.

Some might called it obsession, I think of it as strategic planning.

Slowly, I walked back to my room, with a stack of file that almost blocked by my sight.

In those files were all the reports on the S9, but the others I don't care, Jack is the key. Jack is the target. Jack must be eliminated.

Since parahuman often have unusual power that might have worked a lot more differently than even the capes themselves would have thought of, every single action conducted against the parahuman must be recorded to discover the full potential of their power.

For now, Jack Slash has one power, power to project the physical power of whatever he was touching to an incredible range, with the thinker power to help his accuracy. There's definitely more to this man, some secret power that allowed him to survive for so long on luck.

Maybe he literally have luck manipulation?

Probably not, but let's find out.

…

Taking another sip off the coffee cup, I inspected the file.

There's literally not a single file that suggested that any cape have managed to hurt or even scratch Jack at all. It's more like he always strike places at the weakest spot, and the capes were either dead or have something worse happened to them.

So many dead Wards and Protectorate…..precognition maybe?

No, there were files on Jack being injured, so it's could be fallible too. Maybe it worked only sometimes?

…

"Knock! Knock!" instead of actually knocking on my door, someone uttered those words.

Despite knowing that she's one pain in the ass, I called her in anyway.

"Hora, Khaki, what cha looking at?" okay, you can totally handle her, Khaki, just do it.

"Look, Yuuka, just ask what item you are looking for, you won't be handling it back anyway." I said, loud and clear.

"What!? How could you accuse me of such heavy crime!?" she dramatically placed her hand on her chest, acting to be clutching her heart in pain.

"Whatever, I have important stuffs to do." and I filled my sight with the report again.

But considering Yuuka's energetic personality, it's not a surprise that she peeked over my back to look at the file curiously instead.

"You are still trying to hunt this guy down?" for a very rare moment, I heard sadness in her voice.

"Not trying, it's literally what I lived for"

Instead of comforting me, she straight up picked up the file, waving it higher than I could reach.

"I'm not going to let you die in vain unless you are this tall!!"

"I have a powered armor that make me taller than that anyway." and she pouted, face reddenned from sheer anger, but it made her looked more like an angry penguin.

"I'm can let you die either until you lose your statue as virgin!"

"I'm kind of being underage right now, so that's illegal." and now she's grinding her teeth in annoyance, sorry girl but you are losing this argument.

"Fine, what the heck is this file anyway? Successful attack against Jack? It's all just bullet and knife! Why is everyone that injured him is not parahuman anyway?"

...wait

"What did you say?" I grabbed her shoulder.

"Apparently according to this report, some policemen managed to shoot Jack but since he's bulletproof, it did jackshit."

...pfft

"What's so funny? Is it the pun?" and I laughed ever harder.

"That's it, that's the key! The next time the Nine came, we send in the normal human!" this, this is the game changer right here. Now Jack can truly be defeated, by the hands of the common no less! Oh the irony! The world really ran on irony!

"Okay, so that's meant we should send the files to the director and you can get some sleep now!"

"No, there's more we can do."

And immediately I started drawing a plan out.

"Collen Pollentia and Gamma, the two main parts of the brain that allow people to control their power. If I destroyed this two parts, then I effectively became normal again."

"Khaki, I don't like what you are planning and you need to stop right now!" she sounded angry, that's obvious.

"I could make a device that shot precisely where I wanted, and my equipment is simple as hell to us-"

A loud slapping noise rang in the room, and I felt my cheek burning from the sensation.

I felt a pull on my olive shirt, pulling my face straight into hers and ours lips were smashed together.

We stayed like that for several minutes, and in the end we were both breathing heavily, taking in fresh air to replace the breath of others in our mouths.

"We, give this damn file, and tell the director about our conclusion, and let the adults do their work, okay?" she demanded, firmly.

"Okay." I agreed.

"Guys, the Slaughterhouse Nine is here!" that voice, it's was Lily, screaming in the Wards main hall.

"Do not shoot yourself in your head until you finish listening to what she said!" she ordered again.

"Okay." I jokingly agreed.

Both of us moved out of my room and we saw Flechette and Dreadlock in their full costume, followed by Kay and Eric in their civilian clothings. They all looked worn out from something.

"What do you meant by that?" Joseph, or in his cape name, Jouster, asked.

"We have reported to the Director just now, but yeah, the Protectorate is having operation against the Nine right now!" Lily announced, a couple syllables shaking from her voice.

"And here the great news, if not, the best news! Jack Slash is down along with Siberian!" Kay stated.

…..what

"Khaki, are you okay?"

For the past 4 years of my life, I have made killing Jack Slash my life goal. It's all I could live for without ever thinking of joining my parent in heaven.

Now, it's all gone.

Just like that.

"No."

I felt an arm over my shoulder, pulling me into her chest, I hugged her back as a reply.
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"So that's him over there." I pointed.

"Yup." Yuuka, now wearing her skimpy costume as Kudzu, answered.

There's the hero of the day, leaning against a table with drink dispenser and stacks of paper cups. He was covered in a roll of dark bandage from head to toe, the wrapping around his face loosened for him to gulp down his drink. Yellowish skin with short black hair, a clear sign of Asian bloodline, and his eyes was...like Bismuth, refracting the light off into the dashing display of colour.

Oh God, we had to hide it, or else that rainbow abomination is going to make him motherfucking Saint Patrick and fight off retards by throwing coins at them.

Hmm...no wait that might work, I just need to fit a railgun system into a gloves and he can defeat brutes with cold hard cash. Heheheheh, screw you, I can make everything lethal no matter what you do, Glenn.

I felt a nudge on my shoulder, "Maybe you should talk to him?"

"About?" I frowned, but that's pretty much my poker face.

"Come on, just ease up and relax! Go talk with the new guy!" and she pulled me in, my cheek rubbed with hers and she pointed to him. Apparently, Frogger decided to show off her healing power by licking Unarmed's arm stump, a saliva covered hand quickly appeared in its place, though it probably looked very wrong to our new friend here.

Sighing, I shrugged, "Fine."

She cheered, and quickly two hands pushed me towards him with everyone moved or dodged out of our way.

Now standing in front of him, I'm suffering a loss of word yet again.

"Hi." I greeted.

"Hi?" he did so too.

…..
I didn't know why, but my face felt wet all of sudden, "Hey are you oka-"

"Thank you, for ending the Nine." I didn't know why my legs sudden disobey my order to standstill.

Two arms reached out to grab me, and I fell right onto his chest. Why am I crying river, why am I wailing like a baby?

I don't know.

I also didn't know why I think it was a good idea to silence myself by kissing him, but that at least brought that stupid rave music down a notch on volume.

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Author Note: So much EDGE from this little dude. Don't worry, we will blunt it down later.

And the reason I wrote this instead of the usual Chauldron interlude was because that's pretty much a repeat of 'We are losing control, oh my goooooooooood'

That, and I wanted to fresh out my OC, maybe not all of them, but close enough.

Anyway, Arc 2 will be done in.....quite some times, I have final exam coming up soon, so yeah...

theBSDude · Aug 4, 2015

dragonkid11 said:
fresh out

Flesh out

There're dense verb issues, particularly the use of "have" instead of "has" for singular nouns, all throughout.

Also, [.",] isn't a thing. It needs to be [,"]. [?",] should just be [?"]. This shit is just a matter of memorization, though there're few enough rules that learning after childhood is reasonable: http://theeditorsblog.net/2010/12/08/punctuation-in-dialogue/

VaporDeagle · Aug 4, 2015

theBSDude said:
Flesh out

There're dense verb issues, particularly the use of "have" instead of "has" for singular nouns, all throughout.

Also, [.",] isn't a thing. It needs to be [,"]. [?",] should just be [?"]. This shit is just a matter of memorization, though there're few enough rules that learning after childhood is reasonable: http://theeditorsblog.net/2010/12/08/punctuation-in-dialogue/

Sorry for being born from a country that use English as second-tongue.

No, not sarcasm, I'm literally having quite a bit of trouble because both of my parent had no idea when to use past tense or continuous tense...

Will be editing those later.

VaporDeagle · Sep 16, 2015

Well this has certainly took a very long while to write, thanks to the examination and generally being a lazy ass.

First, to the reader who read this as soon as this shows up in your alert, I thank you for your attention to this mediocre writing.

To those new first-time reader, this will be a really weird and trippy journey.

So anyway...Hell the fuck yes, this took so goddamn long to finish!!! This will be another daily release of a whole Arc, just like the Arc 1!

In last arc, out kinda heroic SI has escaped the S9 and stabbed their face in with his still very OP power.

Now, what kinda of challenge will he face in this arc?

Ward shenanigans, duh!

And to those that still remember that I said my writing will be somewhat influenced by anime? Yeah, expect the chapter to be much more heavily influenced.

Also, the following chapter is 6.5k words long, with a thousand words added in by my beta-reader, Aoirann! So, give a thanks to him too!

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Arc 2: A New York in a Sunny City (11-09-2010 to ??-09-2010)

Chapter 2.1

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Run

Hydraulic fluid spilled onto the ground when the white robot was cut in half by my knife. With his transparent braincase in my hand, I slowly crushed it until the content splatted apart, adding the fatty substance to my already blood-coated hands

Run

I ran, no, I leaped forward towards a group of women. I cut the throat of the Middle-easterner, her hands leapt to her throat, trying to stop the bleeding. With a flick of my wrist I sliced of the arms and legs of the woman in the ripped red dress, leaving her torso lying in an expanding pool of blood..

Run

With another flick, I cut the white-haired woman in half. I watch the horror in her eyes as he desperately crawled to her legs in a vain hope. Then I turned towards the last one. I kicked the Black and White striped women in the stomach, grabbed her by the throat when she was bent over in pain and threw her to the ground. With a dramatic flourish bisected her vertically.

Run

The chimera charged in, thinking that its resistance was not futile, I proved it wrong. With each seconds, my blade flew and twisted like a hurricane of slice and dice, each cut was forever, each slash was permanent. No amount of regeneration power will heal a pile of gore.

Run

All that left was a little girl, running in a blue dress like a children story. Blood caked her dress just like me, covered in crimson from head to toe. She tripped, I closed the distance. All she could do was watch and scream when I plunge my blade into he-

Big Bro

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I woke up flailing. After a few seconds I calmed down and focused on slowing down my heartbeat. I lowered my head into my hands.

Damn nightmare. Ruining my beauty sleep. I thought to myself with a bit of dark humor. But...it's reassuring that I'm having nightmare over all that I've killed, even if they had standing kill on sight orders. I didn't felt sorrow or guilt over their deaths. No it's was….. More like I don't feel anything about them. No sorrow, guilt, anger, happiness nor even the slight bit of stratification. The fact that I killed them brought up as much of an emotional response as glancing at a clock.

And with a nightmare that bad, it's no doubt that I drenched my shirt in sweat. The air was as cold as Siberia thanks to the Tinker-tech air conditioning and I still wake up covered in sweat.

Again.

It has been only two days since I first arrived in this Earth Bet. And today was, in spite of everything, shaping up to be better than the past two days. I learned something that Hollywood doesn't really tell you. That's after you get done fighting, after all that adrenaline wears off, you vomit, a lot. Which was rather surprising as I already vomited most of what was in my stomach earlier. And yet I found more to vomit up. And then the shaking started. I remembered shaking so hard that I collapsed onto the ground, my legs not being able to support my weight. Then the crying started. Everything just hit me all at once. Waking up with no memory and covered in blood, running, killing people without knowing who they were, then being captured, strapped to a table, and then plotting to escape…. And then wading through the pools of blood and gore of an entire office building of slaughtered people to save a 12 year old girl. It was just too much to cope with all at once.

I had absolutely no idea how long have I been crying right on the ground, shaking. Only after a while did I realized that Lily had pulled me into a hug and was rubbing my back, whispering to me. Eventually I calmed down enough that Lily was able to pick me up and take me into a spare bedroom. Apparently I wasn't the first Ward to completely lose it after their first real fight and I wouldn't be the last.

I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts. Enough sentimental thinking, time to clean myself and get rid of all the now drying sweat that I was covered in.

I was fortunate that the PRT was there to help me out. The facilities, the underground dormitories and even the toothbrush were all provided by them.

After my shower I looked at the mirror, man...I cannot believe I am younger again. Mind you, I looked like a 15 years old when I was 20. Right now I looked like a 13 years old boy. This is going to be so awkward, and of course it came with all the hormones of being a 15 year old…. Again!

This is going to drive me nuts, especially with the New York Wards having some 27 female members along with 12 male members, excluding me. Almost seemed like the perfect ratio of girls and boys for a Japanese dating si-

FUCK, BRAIN, STOP.

Argh, stupid hormones, stupid being 15 again. At least this is real life and not some stupid anime, so I won't just magically have perverted stuff happened to me just to satisfy the deviant humour appetite of some otakus.

And it wasn't until today that I realised I no longer need glasses to see anymore… Did my power 'kill' my shortsightedness? Wait… Crap. Bonesaw did have me at her mercy for an unknown amount of time….

[Quadruple Personalities detected]

"Slow down there, buddy! You're start bleeding if you kept brushing like that!" An Asian girl with black silky hair reached till her shoulder warned. That's when I realized that I could in fact taste blood, mixed with the toothpaste.

"Ah, sorry. Was just thinking about something stupidly annoying." I explained. The voice sounded rather familiar, but it's not Frogger's or Flechette's, Kay and Lily, after they introduced themselves to me.

She reached out her hand while brushing teeth with another, smiling as she did so, "Hora~! Name is Yuuka Ueki, A.K.A Kudzu!"

"Ah, you are that girl with cloning power right?" Despite me not having a reaction to the thought of eradicating the Nine, I still had some rather vivid memories of her clones splattering right before my eyes. It was...horrifying to say the least.

She took out her tooth brush to speak properly, "Yup, you had no idea how convenient it is to have 4 of you at once, one here, one at my house cooking breakfast for my mom, and the last two browsing the latest in yaoi cape doujin-"

"ANYWAY!" I loudly stated to change the topic. "How many will be here during a Saturday morning?" I asked. Let's be honest here, I have nothing to do here. They still haven't given me internet access. And the Wards were still teenagers with school and personal lives. So that left me in a rather empty New York Ward Brooklyn HQ and nothing to do.

The only one that came in the yesterday were either the orphaned Wards or Wards that pretty much lived in the Wards base due to family issues, Lily included. She's also the one that pretty much hugged me to sleep when I suffered my emotional breakdown. I have to thank her later when I see her.

Of course, there's also a couple Wards who just lived here occasionally anyway for whatever reason they have like Yuuka and Kay. So there's that.

"Oh~ Almost everyone will come for a great Saturday night, but it still be mostly empty during the morning." Yuuka answered, spitting out the last of the toothpaste. "Unless you want to see Khaki again, in which case he's probably busy in his workshop."

Ah, that guy, Red Glare. Just why the hell did he do that for!? That's just so damn embarrassing! I quickly washed my face, cleaning all the dried sweat off my face and rubbing that memory off my mind. But the frustration was still painted onto it. "Right, let's get something to eat."

"Great idea, let's go!" And she just spun me around and pushed me to the dining hall. Literally. I can see why Lily just gives up whenever she's around now…

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Afterward, we arrived in the dining hall and grabbed a couple granola bars from the fridge. This was in spite of the full spread traditional breakfast that Joseph, Michael, and Shandy were having.

[Elemental Dasher detected][Sergeant gravity detected][Limbs Taker detected]

Joseph, somewhat unsurprisingly was Jouster. Now if his family name started with J too, then we would have a completely different story. Michael was Shockwave. I had to admit, he would have been scary with such huge black musclebound body if it wasn't for his rather soft voice. And Shandy was another Ward. Unarmed, she called herself. Which was very ironic considering what happened to her before.

"Hahaha." She said. Not laughing in a monotone but just said. "I didn't have my right arm for years when I first became a Ward. Three years later? I wish someone would build me a damn robot arm. My power has given me enough extra limbs already!"

I wondered what her power was, seeing how she couldn't regenerate herself, maybe some kind of fleshy projection like Siberian?

Believing it was the perfect time to do so, Yuuka gave me some explanation. We were setting in one of the New York City Wards bases. Not a "New York Wards Base". New York City Wards Base. And yes one of them. Each of the Boroughs were large enough to warrant a Protectorate, Ward, and PRT base.

Thanks to Manhattan being one of economical and cultural centers of the US, the first PRT base in New York City and the East Coast was constructed there. Thanks to the fact both organizations were starting at the same time, the base was also a Protectorate base. After the attack from Behemoth and the consequential rebuilding, the Protectorate base was moved to a brand new facility designed for it, and the Wards were moved into the old unused facilities.

And with five boroughs came five teams of Ward. Which were constantly mixed around to give the New York Wards an advantage in taking down local supervillains who could never know who they were fighting against. Tinker made Teleporters built into each Ward base made travel between the bases all but instant. It was a complete freak coincidence that the Wards were planning a party in Manhattan base which resulted in them getting attacked by the S9.

The outdated and retrofitted structure of the Manhattan base certainly did explain how I managed to crawl my way through the ventilation shaft from the prison complex and ended up being in the girls shower room. Which Yuuka laughed about, stating that I should warn them if I tried to get in there again. I was also later told that I did trigger countless sensors in doing so but for obvious reasons no one responded to them.

After that wonderful morning breakfast Yuuka suggested that we should get some exercises done. Seeing how I will be fighting on the street soon, I needed to turn this pile of bones into something resembling fighting shape.

And the gym was really impressive. there's all sort of lifting machines for exercise, racks of free weights, a couple of machines I'm sure were tinkertech in some way, and an area with padded walls and floors for sparring purposes. Right next to the entrance was the changing room, and on the far left side was the entertainment room filled with some arcade machines and couches.

Is this really a base or a freaking hotel? What is even more amazing was that everything here was built underground! This place is way better than my old house!

Leaving that aside, the training uniform the PRT had provided was really comfy even if it's skintight, forming around my body. Not that it matters since I don't have much to show off. Maybe besides my thighs, I have been taking light exercise before all this happened.

Still, the uniform exposed my midriff, probably for making cooling off and sweating easier, maybe it's a unisex design? Though my mind slowly drifted as I thought whether or not the girls will be wearing the same stuff aaaannnd Yuuka just answered that for me.

"Ya know, my eyes are up here." she teased.

I rolled my eyes after managing to tear them away from her midriff. "Very funny, Yuuka…Mind showing me the ropes around here?"

"Sure!" And with a tug she dragged me into the gym.

The next hour was spent with her skillful teaching on how to exercise properly without accidentally injuring myself. To me, she was surprisingly professional about this. Making clones to demonstrating correct techniques also helped a lot. And her having the clone that show what happens when you do something wrong was even more helpful. At least in scaring the crap out of me. Didn't realize that the bench press could be so deadly. And the less said about what can happen if you drop the weight doing the "Skull Crusher" the better.

"And finally, when you are doing the dumbbell shrug, never do it this way." She demonstrated on herself for once, and not a clone.

"Why? What way will I be horribly maimed or killed if I do so?" I deadpanned at her. She merely smirked at me.

"No way. You just make yourself sore and tired with nothing to really show for it." She said with a little smile on her face.

"Oh." Was all I said to that.

"Now onto stretches!" She exclaimed, pulling me to the padded section of the Gym.

However that was not necessary as my body was as flexible as a feline now. Heck, I could lick my toe, with my legs pointing straight outwards without breaking a sweat. But it eventually devolved into a teasing match whenever my eyes wandered to places that shouldn't be. Not helpful either when she started doing suggestive gestures with her fingers…. Or had her clones helped her in her stretches…. Sigh...teenagers.

[Amphibian Champion detected][God Killer detected]

"Hey there, Drake, Yuuka!" I heard a familiar voice while I was panting for air on the ground after going back to the actual exercises….. And away from Yuuka….

"Hey...there, Kay and...Lily." I lazily rolled to face them. As with Yuuka, they both wore that tight-looking training uniforms and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the view. However I could hear my fragile masculinity shattered when I saw mildly toned abs on them both. And I doubted that they got it because they were thin.

"Wow, looks like she did a number on you." Kay grinned. "You know you're wearing the female training uniform right?" I glared at Yuuka who was whistling innocently.

Ignoring that, I had just pushed myself rather hard today. I'm going to be patrolling soon and I can't count on the dumb luck that got us through the S9….. "Little help here?", I raised up my hands and they both lifted me up annnd I felt so damn short again. I must have pouted about that as Kay responded.

"Awww, don't worry. You're adorable shorty. I'm sure you will be much taller when you reached you puberty." Kay teasingly smiled as she ruffled my hair.

"I'm 15." I bluntly stated.

"Well fuck me...Wait, I don't mean that...I meant it as in-argh!!!" She stuttered over what appeared to be the remains of a sentence. Both Lily and Yuuka started giggling and when I joined in, we all burst in laughter.

With limited control over her giggling mouth, Yuuka suggested, "Since Drake there put up such a show the other night, why don't we give him a demonstration of our powers?"

"Really? Please please please show me your power!" I'm bouncing with excitement right now. Yeah I really am 15 again, aren't I?

"Alright then. Here goes nothing." And she spun on the spot, large chunks of flesh seemingly molted off her. No, more like a growth of limbs as hands came out, then a chest, then the two whole bodies formed, clothed and standing at her sides.

"Just like I said before I have cloning power. All these bodies are all me! Not me as in I'm controlling them. But literally are parts of me! Do you have any idea how convenience it is to have clones working together? I can have a whole dance club all by myself!" And at that all the Yuukas began to dance, showing off various styles of dance.

"You know what's even better? I can make clones of other people!" She said mischievously and suddenly Kay split into two as if she underwent binary division while the Yuukas fused into two bodies.

"Warn me when you do that! It sucks my brain juice when you do that!!" The two Kays shouted while they clutched their heads in pain. This earned a giggle from the Yuukas.

"And I can fix myself too! Like say one of me lost an arm. Just touch and the magic happens!! That's assuming if all my clones didn't lose the same arm too." The Yuukas continued.

"My turn." The two Kays fused to one and moved in. She slapped down on Yuuka's hand as she moved back. With hands on her hips, she opened her mouth and a very long tongue extended out of it and hung in the air.

"I have some enhanced agility and strength, but most of my power are inside this tongue. You see, I can copy powers." And to demonstrate that, her tongue changed colour, from a normal fleshy colour, to rose red with thorns all over it, to a disturbingly bright orange and blue.

"How were you speaking with your tongue in the way?" I asked.

"Frog-cery!" She answered. And in return, she asked me another. "Anyway, guess how I defeated Burnscar in one blow?"

"Erm…"

"You are thinking about tentacle bondage, aren't you?" Dammit, Yuuka!

"And the answer is I made her high on drugs." Kay answered with a snap of her finger.

"What." Was all I could say in response to that.

"Just a few months ago, there was this group of powered mercenaries called themselves Faultline's Crew. One of them is a Case 53 has the power to excrete drug that were extremely effective on making people high as fuck. I looked at him for a couple seconds and Voila! Unfortunately I got touched by him and immediately passed out afterward." she explained.

"The healing power I have? Also copied from someone else. Not that famous Panacea though, her power is way too complicated. But that's another story for another time."

"She also has the power of being very popular with the other Wards due to her tongue." Yuuka stage whispered to me. At that Kay lashed her tongue at Yuuka and smacked her right in the butt..

"Lily!" Kay exclaimed, mostly so Yuuka couldn't say anything else.

"I guess it's my turn. Let's get in the entertainment room first. My power is way too destructive to show off on anything here." Lily said.

When we got there, she told us to back away and picked up a dart, aiming for the dart board on the wall. Nothing really specia-

She moved, fast like a tornado and the dart just flew out of her hand. She continued to spin without stopping, even when the first dart haven't reach its target yet. She picked the second one, with her back facing the board, and threw it anyway. The first dart hit the board, right in the middle of the red center. But regardless of that, she continued spinning, one leg raised up and grabbed the third dart with her toes. Suddenly her reached out to kick something invisible. And immediately afterwards she lowered it to the floor. It was only when I heard the thunk of a dart hitting the board did I realize what she have done.

I was astonished by her stunt, so much that I forgot about the board. And when I looked at it again I was even more amazed. The darts not only were stuck on the Triple Bullseye, but have been grouped together so tightly, I doubt a machine could have done better. I then found my hands moved on its own and started clapping, and the girls laughed at my reaction.

"Super accuracy, heightened sense in distance, trajectory and-"

"The ability to penetrate everything." Kay interrupted cheekfully. Okay, I raised my eyebrow on that one.

"Dammit Kay that's not how my powers work!" Lily looked really cute when she got teased, with her face blushing red from Kay's statement.

"Eh, close enough. But your power managed to break through Siberian invincibility that night, so you really can penet-"

"Please stop using that word!" Lily shouted and stomped her feet, her face getting even redder somehow.

"Penetration~!" Kay grinned.

Lily's face was flushed with red from the embarrassment as Kay continue to say the word 'Penetration!' like it was melody of a sort, all while dancing and spinning around her.

"Anyway, think we should end this exercise sessions with some sparring?" Yuuka suggested.

Suddenly, Lily perked up and grabbed my shoulders, lifting me up into the air and running for the sparring room.

"Yeah sure! Let's fight and forget everything!" She said hastily.

"Penetration." I smirked.

"Stop it!"

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Once again, I thanked my second passenger for being able to make me fight all three of them to a complete defeat without accidentally touching their breasts or private parts like some crappy perverted anime. Of course with a couple of the cheap shots I gave them (It's totally my power's fault, I swear!) they probably would rather I had then said, that sucker punch I gave to Lily.

This power was so damn good, not only do I have the ability to break through everything, but I have a combat thinker ability that allowed me to fight people in any way I wanted. Like for example, using only my legs to fight off Kay.

Seeing a right hook heading for my skull, I crouched and swept my legs at hers. The momentum of her fist carried her forward and she fell, making a perfect split on the padded floor.

She quickly jumped up and just body slammed me. But I noticed her stance faster than she did and grappled her waist with my legs. My feet clawed onto her inner thighs, causing her to spread her legs. But she simply slammed me onto the floor in an attempt to make me let go.

This quickly proven to be a mistake as she moved too far to slam me, and I used all the strength left in my legs to lift her above me and slammed her head first onto the floor. The roll now made me the one on top of her, straddling her waist.

It was one amazing fight one after another. Now I can feel her rapid breathing through my thighs touching her stomach, just like I was breathing in the air greedily to rejuvenate myself. The smell of sweat in the air was strong and heavy, and I think I'm high from adrenaline flooding my system.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and shook off the pain from her head. The expression she made when she saw me looking at her from my awkward position was priceless.

"What!? This is bullshit!" She yelled as much as she could in-between deep breaths..

"I still won anyway." The smugness radiating off me should be made into a scale with my name on it.

"Well he did fight off the Nine alone Kay." Lily said, clutching her bruised waist, and with her arms protecting where I had sucker punched her.

"Mind getting up and fix our bruises?" And on the other side of the room were three Yuukas groaning in pain in different positions because I beat them all in different ways.

Hearing their complaints, I stood up and pulled Kay up with me. I didn't hear footsteps behind me when she began to lick their wounds.

[Infinite Elemental Laser Caster detected]

"Good morning, Kay, Lily and Yuuka, and you must be Drake." I turned around and saw a man that I would simply describe as having the best standard hero look. He had short brown hair trimmed on the sides. Which complemented his square jaws and blue eyes. Looking down from his face, I saw that he's also wearing his own custom training uniform, a blue coloured one.

And it's skintight. IamnotgayIamnotgayIamnotgayIamnotgayIamnotgaythatabsthatabsthatabsthatabsthatabsthatabsthatabs!!! Quick, stare at boobs to prove that I'm still straight!

"Erm, yeah?" I said while I'm getting an eyeful of Kay's rather large assets, who was clearly amused by my antics.

"I'm John, or otherwise known as Legend." Oh my God, he's freaking Legend!?

"Are you free later in the afternoon? We need to test out the full capability of your power as soon as possible." He asked.

"Oh, yes of course! I'll be at the power testing lab" I said, still starstruck at his presence.

"Very well. As you were, Wards." And he left, just like that.

"Looks like someone is having some sexual orientation issues here!" Oh dammit Yuuka.

"Just…. shut it." Was all I lamely got out. "How long will the testing take anyway?" I asked hoping to stop further teasing.

"Maybe an hour. However if your power is really complicated, they will test your power regularly for weeks or so." Lily answered.

"Eh, it probably won't take too long. I mean, I stab things and things get destroyed. How complicated could that be?" I shrugged.

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6 fucking hours later, the testing was completed.

The first few hours were basic, testing to see if my power could break absolutely everything. They brought in some of the toughest tinker made material ever and I broke it with a stab. They then tested out to see if using different items would make different effects. It didn't.

They also tested out my combat thinker power. In which I passed every single one of their test with flying colors. So that was solved rather quickly.

And then it got complicated just like Lily had said. They gave me a cup of coffee and tell me to change it. I 'killed' the coffee and all that left was water. They then gave me a pan and I 'killed' its temperature. I damn nearly lost my hand when it shattered from the cold. Various items were given, and I gave them different effects. Easier said than done.

[Sleepy Time detected]

Finally a few capes were called in, mostly the New York Wards and Protectorate members. A Ward named Standstill casted her power, making both her and another Ward fell into deep sleep. One could easily wake them up just by shaking them, but they told me to use my power. I stabbed their dots with the power effect, awakening them. They also sighed in relief when I didn't literally stab them.

[Living Matchstick detected][Thermodynamic Reversal detected][Action Time detected]

The tests almost flew by later when others used their power and I easily cancelled them out. Torchlight set herself on fire, I stabbed and the flames were gone. Glacier conjured an armor of ice and that was gone too. They even brought in a Ward from other Wards base named Clockblocker. He freezed an item in time, something which no counter had ever been found and I simply broke his effect once more.

That apparently got their attention, saying something about cancelling Gray Boy's power or so. I didn't know what that was about but I didn't pry as I just wanted to take a break from all the testing.

…...

"That's a great name by the way." I said to Clockblocker as an afterthought as he was led out of the room.

"Thanks!" Clockblocker and I fistbumped.

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By the time the testing has ended the sky had already turned orange with the moon rising on the horizon. I slowly took a sip from a can of vending machine Pepsi as I took the elevator back to the Wards part of the base.

When the elevator opened I was greeted with sounds of popping and rains of colourful shredded paper.

[Many Users detected]

"Welcome to the Wards Drake!!!" The cheerings and clappings were loud, as if firework was fired right in the room, and it took me a moment to perceive what was happening. Which was enough time for the Wards to hoist me up into the air and carried me around the hall.

I yelped when I was thrown into the air a couple times, landing on a wave of hands. Though I think I felt someone groping my butt and I was pretty sure who that was. But it wasn't long until the carrying ended and I was pushed into a stage in the center of the room made from a group of table. A brunette girl with mic in hand on the stage pulled me up and steadied my footing.

[Sonic Sonar Speaker detected]

"To the fellow Wards below the stage, I'm Banshee, your host of the day! Let us welcome our newest Ward, who not only come from another world, but is also the one who defeated an S-class threat on his very first day! I bring you, Drake!" She announced into her mic and the Wards around me were chanting my name, I couldn't help but feel my heart beating heavily, rhyming with the chanting.

She pushed the mic to my mouth, clearly wanting me to say something. "Didn't we have a celebration party two days ago?"

"Yeah, but that was a "Thank god we survived that" party! Not a "Hurray we got a new Ward" party. And...You haven't gone through Ward initiation yet!"

Ward initiation? What sort of trial was that? I looked towards the crowd of teenagers, hoping to get some sort of answer. All I saw was the Asian trio cheering for me and Khaki standing behind them. For a split second we stared at each other and he quickly hid behind Yuuka, evading my attention.

"Since you are new to this world, I shall explain our initiation to you. You see, when Parahumans first appeared, people either liked them or feared them. So when parahumans do anything, the public tends to be influenced by their actions more than anyone else did, even if they were doing the same thing. So, Legend, a member of the freaking Triumvirate, suddenly outed himself and announced to the world that he's gay, guess what happened?"

"...LGBT rights got even more influential?" I answered.

"Correct! But even so there's still some pockets of homophobia resistance around the world, mostly in third world country and stupid China. So when we heard that you came from Asia, we kind of have to do this quickly or else you might misunderstand or so."

"Erm, no. I'm okay with that." As a matter of fact, I'm super cool with gayness!…. That didn't even sound good in my head.

"Great! Wards, move to your groups now!" And everyone did so, walking around the hall and getting to their respective group. In time, 4 groups of people began to form. One group on my left is full of boys, the one on the other side is full of girls, the group in front of me is filled with both genders and the last group behind me has...only one girl.

Basically gay boys on my left, lesbians on my right, bisexual, pansexual, asexuals, or anyone else who didn't fit into classical definitions in front and… the one straight behind me…

"Well this is awkward." I said.

"Don't worry! we won't judge you at all if you choose to be straight! As odd as that sounded..."

Alright, Drake. Time to think for real. To see through the lies I have made for myself, to not be restricted by the conservative mindset of your parents. To ignore the mindless ranting from the ones that whose opinions that I didn't care for in the end. I could be who I truly am…

Aaaannnnddd it turns out how I truly am is really what I thought I was this whole time. Sure, I have some awkward feeling on seeing Legend with my own eyes but something tells me that's not exactly uncommon. So, I walked towards the lonely black girl instead.

[Phantom Limb detected]

She raised a fist, I bumped it right back. It's a bit sad to see the guys being disappointed for my choice and the girls for having all their gay ships about me collapsed into nothing. The bisexual girls were cheering though.

[Kinetic Engineer detected]

"Ha, suck it! Bisexuals are the superior race!" Yuuka, apparently the head of the group, stated as she was lifted up into the air by herself, taunting the others. Below her, I saw Khaki just...looked sad, I could only give him a silent sorry.

Seeing how all the guys besides me are interested in boys, I looked over the girls instead to see who didn't have any interest in my gender just so I won't misunderstood their intention.

And Lily was in the lesbian group with Kay...A bit sad to see my crush in it, but I knew her for what? 2 days? Maybe 3 top?

All of a sudden the straight black girl with long dreadlocks in our tiny group hugged me tightly, "Oh thank God. Finally a guy that I can actually talk to without being awkward. Name's Cerri by the way" I understood that feeling very much girl.

"Well then, we got ourselves the answer. So let's get on the party already!" And the crowd dispersed, continuing what they did before.

With rave music playing in the background, Kay skipped over to my side, "So, how was it?"

"Great I suppose. Just that I have to reconsider my crush now that I know someone is incompatible…" Kay immediately glanced at Lily. Was it really that obvious?

"Girl, you better start dating or else all the guys will be asking you out!" She said.

"I-I don't know! I was afraid of being rejected!" Lily replied.

"You rejected two guys already! You need to calm your tits and start asking people out! Besides you are hot! Even a straight girl will hesitate in pushing you away!"

"Wait two?" I asked.

"Yeah. Khaki got rejected last time and that was the first time I have ever seen him cry!"

Ouch…..wait this has gotten even more awkward! We both had crush on the same girl? Really?

I sighed, "Nah, it's fine. it's totally fi-" I felt an arm rested heavily on my shoulder.

"Well, if ya all inferior lesbians do not have any plan with him tomorrow, I was thinking about taking him onto our weekly trip around New York City. You know, show him some fancy locations along the way. How does that sound Drake?" It was Yuuka that's speaking, but I think someone else was holding me down. A girl, presumably from the soft feeling behind me.

"Sure why not?..... I cannot believe I completely forgot that I was in NYC! I have finally fulfilled my dream of going to America! Well, at least an alt version of it." I said, and someone softly patted my head.

"Heh. We will prepare something really special for you if you do...come." I gave Yuuka an unamused look

"What?" Oh just stop with that innocent look, Yuuka, "Oh whatever, let's get the party going!"

Soon enough. I soaked into the excited atmosphere and ate and drank way too many things. Seeing how I was in this Brave New World, I decided to have conversations with other Wards, trying to remember their real and cape names. As the clock approached 4 in the morning, I spent the last few moments in some video game matches. I grinned when almost no one managed to top my score. As I said, almost. Khaki was fucking bullshit and the smugness dripping from his grin was even worse than mine.

But, I still needed to finish something before sleeping.

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"And that's all that happened today." I spoke through the microphone.

Through the screen, I saw Riley laughing, clutching her stomach, grabbing one side of the table to prevent her from falling. Dragon has managed to set up a biotinker lab for Riley in the Guild's base, however it also served as her prison cell as well. Despite turning over evidence, defecting from the S9, and helping to stop them, there was still way too much to just let her go. Dragon claimed responsibility for her as she has experience in these sort of things. But no one besides the Guild and PRT have to know that she has communication with the outside and her 'cell' was better than some 5 star hotels. After all she went through, it was the least we could do for her. And so I made it a point to talk to her everyday.

After all, I'm her morality chain to this insane world. And in a way, she was my chain to this world too.

Wiping last of the tear off her eyes, she said, "Oh that was so hilarious, big bro."

"Well, that's the Wards for you." I shrugged.

There was a sad look on her face, "Shame that I couldn't help you at all yesterday. Even if I was there I don't think I could have calmed you down at all…"

"What has happened, has happened. Try not to think about" I really wish I could pat her right now through the screen.

"Anyway, I'm really feeling tired right now, so… talk tomorrow?" I asked

"Sure. And thank you, Drake...This meant so much to me. See you." And the screen turned black just as she finished waving good-bye to me.

"Yeah, see you too." And my hand almost reached the off button when suddenly Dragon's computerized face showed up.

"Hello Drake." Dragon greeted me with her signature robotic voice.

"Christ! You scared the shit out of me!" I yelped, almost falling from my chair.

"Sorry. But in light of your behaviors for these past 2 days, I'm hereby giving you access to the internet." Oh hell the fuck yes! Finally I can visit the damn web!

"You are basically saying that 'Yes, you can watch porn right now', isn't it?"

"Well, you are a teenager alone in a room with a computer….. Good bye and good night. Don't stay up too late." And at that the screen was turned back to the normal desktop.

...It might be really late right now, but maybe just a few sites before going to bed?

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"Why is there fanart of me already!? Why is there r34 fanart of me and the Nine!?!? AND WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING HIGH QUALITY!?!?!?" I screamed, clawing at my eyeballs.

Author Note: I shall now declared this as the most gay-positive Worm fic ever.

aoirann · Sep 16, 2015

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. You cut out my Omake. I CAN FIX THAT!

"Hey Big Bro? Before I go…" Riley trailed off.

"Yes. Riley?" I asked leaning forward towards the screen.

"Well…..If it bothers you so much I can make you into Big Sis so you can date Lily." Riley somehow managed to say completely matter-of-factly, innocent, and mischievously. I somehow managed to do a spit take despite not drinking anything.

"What the hell Riley?!" I screamed at my computer. The only response I got was her laughing manically as she cut the feed……. Jerk.

VaporDeagle · Sep 16, 2015

Well, it's your omake, so of course you should be the one that get the like instead.

2 Hot Crown Subdues the Sinful · Sep 16, 2015

dragonkid11 said:
"Why is there fanart of me already!? Why is there r34 fanart of me and the Nine!?!? AND WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING HIGH QUALITY!?!?!?" I screamed, clawing at my eyeballs.

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