Alteran Alternatives v2.0; Stargate Atlantis/Worm crossover
by Pyrion (and Robo Jesus, who will inevitably write something funnier here . RJ: No I won't~)
1.04
I stepped out of the Undersiders' hideout at around four in the morning, having spent the majority of my time there considering my options. Joining them was... tempting... but again, I couldn't see dad taking it well, and he'd been the only person I had left when it seemed like the whole world had turned against me. While they seemed like nice people,
for villains at least, whatever friendship could be had there would always be tainted by the fact that they
had tried to manipulate me into joining them. I'd always have to watch my back around them, Rachel in particular, and that was no way to go about cultivating friendships. No, these were people my age that got powers through similarly shitty situations and took the easy way out, using their powers for their own benefit first and foremost, at the expense of everyone else. In their circumstances, it probably would've been easy to write off friends and family, yet I wasn't going to let this drive me away from my father. Becoming a villain would. Becoming a hero... still might.
And that was the crux of the issue facing me. I'd have to tell dad
everything. That I had been lying to him about school, I hadn't told him about the bullies, he had no idea that Emma was one of them, and if Sophia could be believed, Emma was the ringleader. I hadn't told him that the whole damn school knew what was going on, and nobody had stepped in to help. Well, not to help
me, at any rate. I had to stop to unclench my hands. I'd have to tell him that, despite everything that's happened, I wasn't going to run away, I wasn't going to let them win. Even if it meant having to go back to Winslow, with the whole damn place likely knowing what had happened to me, and I wasn't going to let Sophia's... status... as a state-sponsored Hero get in the way of me becoming a hero. I'd... just have to work outside the system, not join the Wards. Maybe look into New Wave, or at least ask them for advice. Oh god, I had to let breathe out, trying to smother the feelings of panic I could
feel beginning to rise at this entire situation I found myself in. Ok, breathe in, breathe out. Ok, a bit better. No, not really, but at least I know I won't start hyperventilating.
"Hehehe," I started to laugh at that thought before smothering that down too.
And as for Winslow? I could always turn invisible, walk from class to class without Emma or the others ever seeing me. My ability to mimic absorbed objects could effectively allow me to forego worrying about textbooks, I'd just have to absorb them, although that still left the problem of having to pay for replacements, as I wasn't about to "give back" a portion of myself in the form of a textbook.
'Hmm...'
Two blocks away from the Undersiders' hideout, I had the makings of an idea. My nanites had no trouble disassembling solid and liquid matter to build more nanites, and I had no difficulty recalling the shape and appearance of Lisa's coffee mug for the purposes of mimicking it. I walked down a dimly-lit alley, content to know that nobody had followed me, nor was anybody awake and nearby, and focused. The familiar sphere of nanites erupted from my hand again, but as I intently thought about reproducing the mug instead of mimicking it, the first indication that my power had a say in the matter kicked in. A wave of... I almost want to say "nausea", washed over me, a general feeling of wrongness pervading my very being, even as the nanites in that sphere sacrificed themselves, being disassembled by other nanites, and those in turn sacrificing themselves, et cetera, to reproduce the mug. It took longer, too. A solid minute, at least, before a perfect recreation of the mug rested in the palm of my hand. I took a deep breath again, even mindful of the fact that I didn't necessarily need to breathe, but the feeling of wrongness hadn't subsided. Did I do something wrong? Something I shouldn't have?
The familiar energy wave of my nanites locking together washed through me, and the ill feeling mostly went away. I felt... lessened, I guess. Smaller. Absorbing matter, making more nanites, extending my awareness, no,
that was my first indication that my power had a say in the matter. To confirm that, I drew the mug back into me, the uneasiness turning to pleasure and finally contentment as the mug dissolved into new nanites, though not as much as before.
I wanted to panic at this realization, that my power was subtly affecting my thoughts, rewarding me for some actions while punishing others, before I realized that it wasn't so different from eating food for sustenance versus starving. Not that I needed to eat food anymore it seems. But still, if there was any doubt that my transformation into this... swarm... of nanites had changed me other than just
physically changing my body, this sealed the deal.
I resumed the walk home wearing my own form, a bit of a spring in my step from reconciling the changes to my body with the changes to my mind. Yes, my power seems to be affecting my thoughts, but not necessarily in a bad way. It didn't compel me to absorb matter to make more nanites, for example;
that would've been just cause for a panic attack.
'Wait, can I absorb living things too?' Hm, maybe something to check on later with a houseplant or something. But while I could use the nanites as "construction material" to reproduce mundane objects, it wasn't ideal.
'Shit.' The realization just occurred to me, and I dashed down the closest alleyway, annoyed at myself for not having realized it earlier. I could absorb matter to create more nanites, and vice versa, so why not cut out the middleman? I ripped off the lid of a nearby trashcan, smirking to myself at the thought that what I was about to do was technically vandalism, not that anybody would care in this city... I let my nanites flow out from my right hand once more, coating the lid while focusing on the mug once more, and proceeded to watch in amazement as my nanites quickly rearranged the galvanized steel lid into the polished ceramic shape of the mug, sans its handle. The lid wasn't enough. ...Huh, that went faster than I thought it would, and for some reason, the weight felt off. As my initial giddiness wore off, I realized I needed to confirm what I thought I saw. I threw the mug to the ground, but instead of it shattering like before, only a thin sheet of ceramic snapped off. The inside was still galvanized steel.
'No wonder that was too easy.'
Still, proof of concept, I wasn't simply a shapeshifter of my own body, but I could conceivably shapeshift anything into near-duplicates of objects I had previously absorbed. Actually making perfect duplicates would likely require considerably more material, and attention paid to the process, because my power seemed inclined to
cheat. I thought about why that might be, but then smacked my forehead in realization.
'Duh, Taylor, you're not perfectly mimicking a human body, you're just looking like one on the outside.' Made sense that my power would apply the same formula to other things.
Even so, Lisa was right, my power
is pure bullshit. I couldn't keep the grin from my face at that realization even if I tried.
Still, the potential applications were mind-boggling. Absorb a pair of handcuffs, and never have to worry about needing to secure a villain and not having brought any with me. Absorb weapons, mimic them on the fly for my own use, or craft them from available raw matter for others maybe? Could I reproduce technology as effectively as mundane objects? And if so, what about Tinker tech? Shit, even if dad were to talk me out of becoming a hero, we wouldn't lack for money if I went rogue, using my power to duplicate stuff on demand.
Especially if I could duplicate Tinker tech. I gave the handle-less mug a final look, grinning in realization that I had options other than fighting crime if I so chose, before absorbing the new mug.
Head full of thoughts and ideas for this new angle to my power, my walk home turned into a jog. Already I was looking at the world with a different perspective, looking a previously mundane and uninteresting objects with a feeling almost akin to "hunger," but more for wondering about the applications of reproducing, say, cellphones, or car tires, or hell, even whole cars. Even as I didn't know a damned thing about how cars work, and hadn't even learned how to drive yet, my power let me recall the exact molecular structure of the ceramics in Lisa's coffee mug, so presumably working knowledge wasn't an issue.
Half an hour later, and almost halfway home, I was jolted out of my distracted thoughts by the distant noise of an oncoming car. Not so weird in this city, even at this hour, aside from the sound itself. Brockton Bay, like most cities in the United States, had its fair share of speed demon gearheads, and this sounded like one of them. I paid it little mind, aside from the amusing realization that even in the early morning on a weekend, some people still have reason to be awake so early. Still, speed limit was 35 miles per hour and there was no way this guy was sticking to the limit.
'Joyrider out in the early morning, or something more sinister?', I wondered. The growl of his engine almost immediately changed to the blare of a horn and the sound of skidding tires, before the unmistakable sound of two cars slamming into eachother echoed through the otherwise quiet city.
'Fuck, that was only two blocks away.' I cloaked and ran in the direction of the crash. Two blocks away and one block towards downtown, it turned out. I took in the sight, and yeah, sure enough, one car had its passenger-side caved in and wedged up against a street lamp, while the other car's entire front end was mangled and... oh no...
While one of the cars had front and side airbags deployed, the other car was a classic, back from the days before seatbelts became mandatory. Consequently, though the vehicle itself was in much better shape, its sole occupant wasn't. I could tell, despite my complete lack of medical training, that there was no way he had survived, not with the way he head was smashed into the front window and his skull seemed to be split open. Even as I turned away from the sight in disgust, my expanded senses proved a curse, affording me perfect sight to my sides and back... I ended up focusing all of my attention on the other wrecked car, intentionally ignoring everything not in front of me, putting it out of my mind.
Only for the memories to kick in. Memories I thought I had done a good job of suppressing. Mom's car accident, and the events that came after…
'No, Taylor, pay attention to the present,' I thought to myself. The other driver could still be alive, but with the driver's side door and mirror pressed up against the street lamp, there'd be no way he'd escape under his own power. I dropped the cloak and my form, shifting to my default silver, as good a cape form as any, and more than enough indication for anyone who might be watching that the situation was being dealt with.
I ran up to the driver's side door and got a quick look at the driver, Female, about mom's age when she died. Shook my head at the memories that I didn't need flaring up, and set about ascertaining her condition before potentially making things worse. The most obvious thing wrong with her was a nasty gash on the left side of her head, not "gushing blood" bad but if I remembered what little I knew of car accidents, moving her would be a Bad Idea. I could see bruising on her upper neck where the seatbelt held her in place. Breathing seemed fine, though.
'Fuck.'
I started second-guessing whether it was a good idea to try to help at this point. I had no medical training, and it was entirely possible this woman had far more serious injuries than just what I saw. The decision ended up being made for me, though, when she groggily woke up, dazed but somewhat aware. She slowly glanced at the state of her car, bewildered mostly, and then turned to the window and looked at me with a worried but expectant look on her face.
"W-what-?" she asked, somewhat slurring her words as she looked around her car, the cracked front window giving her no real view from that angle.
'Crap, that's probably not going to be good' I thought to myself as I walked up to the smashed in door and said to her "It's going to be alright. You got into an accident. Uhm, can you tell me your name?"
"Leslie."
"Ok Leslie, uhm, your car is kind of ruined, and when the emergency crews get here they're going to need to remove the door here to get to you. Do you mind if I help them and you out here with that?"
I could see her swallow as she said "Yeah, thank you, uhm...?"
I almost wanted to grin as I said "Metalmorph" to her. "My name is Metalmorph."
I walked up and tugged on the door handle. Locked, of course, couldn't be that easy. I pressed my hand up against the window, letting the nanites flow out over it, and absorbed it into me as I saw her eyes widen a bit as she leaned back a bit. Breaking the glass could only injure her further, and I needed to get the damn door open. A few tense seconds ensued before the glass ceased to be a problem, and I reached in with my left hand as my right hand started to reform, and tugged on the inside door handle.
Jammed. I pulled on the exposed door frame, the fiberglass and metal warping from strength I didn't know I had, and after a couple of seconds, I tossed the door aside. "Uhm, whoops," I said sheepishly.
Her look of disbelief at my words almost made me laugh despite the seriousness of the situation, so I turned back to her and asked "Do you have a cellphone?"
She blinked a moment before she tried to point behind her, only for her breathe to catch as I heard her start hissing in pain.
"I"ll get that for you.
Don't hurt yourself further. Please. It's in your purse, right?"
"Yeah," she said before she started sniffling as tears fell down her face, softly repeating. "Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god."
"Shhh, it'll be ok? Give me a moment and I'll phone emergency services here," I said as I finally got the passenger side door open without unhinging it totally. It took a moment to get the phone out of the purse, strange fuzzy dice and far too toy cats inside of the damn thing and getting in my way.
"Nine one one, what's your emergency?"
"Yeah, I'm at the corner of Dawson and Ninth, and there's been a major car accident," I said loud enough that the woman could hear me before I moved a few feet away and said more softly "At least one driver is dead, and I'm unsure how injured the other driver is at the moment. Before you ask, she's awake, but she's slurring her words and she's bruised and everything, and this corner is a blind intersection, so I'm halfway scared that another car may end up hitting her and causing more injuries and damage."
"Ok, emergency crews are on their way, and should be there in about fifteen to twenty minutes. I take it from your words that you're not directly involved or injured?"
"No, I came across the scene and am rendering what I aid I can without moving her or making a bigger mess of things. Uhm, before you ask, I did make it so the emergency crews won't have to use the jaws of life."
"Wait,
what? Can you repeat that?"
"I pulled the front door off to make sure she was alright, especially when… when I saw that the other driver was dead. I figured I should say something before emergency crews show up and anyone freaks at my appearance."
"You're a parahuman?"
God I felt awkward at that moment.
"Yeah… yes, I am."
"Understood. Crews should be there soon. Can you tell us the injured driver's name?"
"I can do better than that," I said as I walked up to the driver and put the phone up to the woman's ear as I heard sirens coming into range.
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I waited until right after the emergency crews and tow truck showed up before disappearing. I… didn't really want to talk to anyone right now. The reason was simple: I was
pissed. After I focused back on my surroundings I had found that there were other people nearby who had came to take a look after hearing the impact.
Not a single fucking one of them had phoned emergency services to report the wreck. I could fucking
feel the cell phone connections in my immediate vicinity, could even listen in on them if I paid any real attention to doing so, and not a single fucking person had helped out.
It may have been less than an hour or so before most of the early morning donut and coffee shops opened up, but apparently there were still enough people around, even before sunrise, that a small crowd had gathered from across the street as the police set up a quick roadblock and detour as they tried to get the two cars out of the road and the injured to the hospital and deceased to the morgue.
I focused on calming down, not wanting to appear from thin air and demanding from those
idiots why none of them had helped or at least phoned for help. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, unclench my now bladed hands, breathe out, don't scream in rage. I'd say I was a little calmer, but that would probably be a lie. God, what is
wrong with these people? This city?
I had walked a block or two away from the crash site and the police and those useless,
worthless people, away from the direction of home too, moving towards a corner away from viewing eyes, so I could come back into view and at least think in disgruntled peace and not have to worry about anyone bumping into me while I was invisible. It took only a moment to shimmer and shift back into view as I brought my focus back to what was in front of me. I could see a few of those vending trucks moving about the area and setting up for the early morning commute as people gathered outside a nearby coffee shop as it was preparing to open.
I watched the crowd in my regular human form for a few minutes when I felt a small object the size of a large ping-pong ball tap against my right foot. I dropped my focus on the crowd in time to get enough of a glimpse of my surroundings, before the object detonated, spreading a cloud of drywall-white foam around my lower body up to my waist as I heard some of the people nearby gasp in shock and surprise. I spotted a familiar figure crouched at the top of a nearby building, and I felt incandescent rage, even as another foam grenade arced its way towards me.
'Shadow Stalker, here?'
The foam grenade bounced off a nearby car's rear window and detonated, covering me up to my hair in foam. PRT containment foam, so even as I tried turning around for what good it'd do, I soon found myself suspended mid-twist, just enough to face her, if I could see through this gunk. Surprisingly enough, my peripheral senses still worked, and I got the impression that Sophia wasn't the only person present for this little scene playing out. There were a few others converging, all on foot at ground-level, but none of them capes, from the sound of their hushed conversations.
"Ah, Taylor, you stupid,
stupid girl. Playing the hero, are we?" She dropped down to the ground.
"I suspected you might have it in you, ya know. Deep down. I heard about the crash on my phone's apps, then the police go on to report an unknown cape they suspect to be the 'Missing Winslow Girl' disappearing from the scene. And I go to take a look around, only to see you appear from nowhere and shapeshift, not even bothering to hide your face like the weakling you are. I
thought Emma was acting strangely last night, but that was you, wasn't it?" Sounds of fumbling with something, metal or fiberglass being bent, I recalled Sophia used crossbows, so that was probably it. But the foam was solid, so she wouldn't be able to...
"It's funny, really. The prey triggered and got the power to look like something it isn't. Or wasn't. With you, I'm not sure anymore. But it doesn't matter. You know who I am, you know my secret. That has to change."
I struggled against the foam vainly, my movement only making it strengthen. What was enough to rip a fiberglass door off its hinges was now, paradoxically enough, making me weaker, more vulnerable, more isolated.
'Just like in the locker...' Only I had options, this time.
I focused my attention down to the microscopic level, letting my nanites poke and prod at the material the foam was made out of. The design was eerily similar, if considerably less advanced - the foam arranged itself in a lattice structure similar to how my own nanites connected themselves, but any movement imparted upon it would cause the material to form additional connections, strengthening the hold both on me and on the rest of the foam.
"If only you'd known your place and stayed in it…"
Suddenly, and quite violently, a small portion of the nanites making up my head ceased to exist, and I shook with anger at realizing that Sophia had fired a crossbow bolt at me while in her shadow state.
'She just tried to kill me.' My right arm shifted into a blade and shot through the foam, and surprisingly enough, the foam hadn't reacted.
'It solidifies and goes inert?' I hadn't expected that, but it was something I could use. I willed my nanites to start absorbing the foam and crossbow bolt, and my whole outer surface rippled and expanded, the nanites working through the foam's latticework, dismantling it from the inside out. My anger morphed to a feeling of righteous satisfaction as I walked forward with little difficulty, my nanites having broken down enough of the foam to push the remainder aside with little fuss.
Sophia stood, crossbow still in hand but with a look of stunned shock, and muttered a barely-audible "oh fuck," before bolting off in the opposite direction towards downtown. I shook my head in equal parts anger and amusement, before I took off after her.
Even as she had several seconds of a head start and obvious exercise both from being a cape and from her track-and-field activities at school, I caught up to her in a matter of moments at my full sprint speed, shoving her forward with my left, non-bladed hand, eliciting a shriek from her in return. She tumbled to the ground and rolled, dropping her crossbow, before getting back to her feet while drawing a dagger from her right boot. With the flick of a switch on the handle, the dagger's blade was sheathed in bright orange, and I brought my arm-blade up in a defensive stance.
For a few seconds, we stood there, staring eachother down.
"Okay, I was wrong, you do have it in you." She laughed. "How's it feel to be a predator?"
'What?' I stared at her in puzzlement before she made a series of quick jabs and slashes towards me. I sidestepped the first two before attempting to block the third, only for the dagger to slice clean through my arm-blade. The upper half dropped to the ground with a clang, and I backed off in shock.
"Aw, did that hurt?" She started laughing, only for her laughter to turn nervous as I re-extended the blade. A second later, I willed the severed half into a liquid state, and guided it back towards me. She took immediate notice and stopped laughing. "Oh
come on."
The liquid metal merged into my right foot, and another interlocking energy wave cascaded over my form. She started backing away, shaking her head while continuing to slash and jab at me. I followed her at a comfortable distance as she backed into an alley between two warehouses, the plethora of gang symbols telling us both we were in
some gang's territory. Fuck if I could tell which.
She continued backing away, her movements getting more exaggerated, more desperate. I stayed with her, far enough away that her attacks would never hit, but close enough that she still felt threatened. About halfway to the end of the alley, her stance shifted, and she turned to shadow before lunging at me. I felt a brief, odd sense of
familiarity as she passed through me in her shadow-state, as if something about it jogged a long-lost memory that I couldn't place, before she re-materialized behind me and buried the dagger into my abdomen. I reacted almost instantly, reaching behind me to grasp her right wrist with my left hand, and squeezed. She shifted back to her shadow-state with a muffled gasp of pain, having let go of the dagger, before she bolted across the street.
Meanwhile, I shifted my attention to the dagger, slowly carving its way through my body as gravity pulled it down, and pulled it out with my left hand while retracting my right arm-blade. Sophia could wait, the dagger was more immediately interesting. My nanites pulled themselves back together, the clean slice sealing itself up, even as the nanites in my left hand began to flow over the dagger's surface. The orange sheath proved effectively impenetrable, as it wasn't quite matter, but a projection of light held in place by some kind of energy field. I shut it off, and let my nanites continue their work.
The dagger handle itself was uninteresting, something that could probably be taken off the shelf of any sporting goods store, but the "hard light" emitter welded onto it was obviously Tinker tech. I focused my attention solely on the inner workings of the device, as my nanites stripped it apart, and blinked in comprehension at how
simple it was in retrospect.
'I could build something like this.'
I hadn't even finished absorbing the remaining bits of the dagger when I decided to test that theory. First, mimicking it, I recalled the effect and my nanites did the rest, projecting orange hard light from every exposed surface on my body, including the rapidly-retracting blob of nanites in my left palm.
'Holy shit. I can mimic Tinker tech?!' I killed the effect just as fast, and struggled to contain my excitement at this revelation. It didn't necessarily make me a Tinker, but if I could understand Tinker tech enough to mimic it, I could probably reproduce it as well, and I knew of only one other person on the planet that could both understand and reproduce Tinker tech.
And she was one of the most famous Tinkers on the planet, if not
the most.
Back to the more pressing issue at hand, only a few seconds had passed by as Sophia had, by this point, just walked out of my peripheral sense's range. She was walking though, not running, and her pacing and slightly higher body temperature suggested exhaustion, possibly injury as well. I hadn't pinched her wrist
that hard, but then again I
had ripped a car door off its hinges with little effort. Given what had transpired though, I couldn't bring myself to feel sorry for her. I shrugged inwardly, then cloaked before stepping out of the alley.
I could
feel signals in my vicinity start to spike as people started making calls on their cell phones. Focusing in on one of those signals, I took a moment to listen in before:
"-yeah, two capes fighting near the East Meets West coffee shop. I think one of them was Shadow Stal-"
I cut the connection as I focused back on my surroundings, not wanting to get attacked again while distracted, even if I was cloaked.
Inside, I seethed.
'No. I won't let her hurt me again.' As much as I wanted to rip her throat out, at the moment it took everything I had not to cry as well. Not that I could even if I wanted to. So fucking unfair, bullshit powers or not. I took in a deep breathe, only to let it out a moment later.
No cross-traffic in the street, so I crossed without incident, and took off at a full sprint in the direction where Sophia had disappeared. The gang signage on the brick and corrugated steel walls of the various buildings steadily featured less east-asian characters, more swastikas and lightning bolts, so definitely Empire territory. This bothered me somewhat, the thought that the damn nazis had claimed and mostly-uncontested territory so close to home.
'Just means if I break something, I shouldn't feel too broken up over it.'
Still hadn't spotted Sophia, so I slowed my pace to a cautious walk, taking in my surroundings to a much finer detail. Beyond pointing out individuals who
could be her, of similar physical dimensions and body heat output, my peripheral senses started to be more of a hindrance than a help at this point. The area I had entered was definitely occupied gang territory, my peripheral senses picking up large concentrations of people, most of them inside the various warehouses and factories I passed by. I ignored those, concentrating on the people outside, writing off those not matching Sophia's body shape and temperature, and those I could see who weren't her.
The cellphone calls in the area were starting to pick up in volume too. Sophia had stated that she had a phone on her, so it was worth listening in, at least on the initial conversations. This went on for a few minutes with no success, before I found her standing atop a corrugated steel building, phone to her ear.
"...the fuck gives, Snakes? Your men aren't here, there's no unmarked van, nothing." Definitely Sophia, but I tempered my enthusiasm on what else my peripheral senses had picked up. A large congregation of people inside the building, E88 tags prominently decorating one of its side walls, and two individuals in the center of it giving off considerably more body heat than the rest. Muffled cheers, chanting, and catcalls mainly. As noisy as they were, I'd still have to approach Sophia cautiously, as silently as possible, which ruled out approaching her in human form.
"You realize this was a test, Shadow Stalker. A test of your competence and your loyalty." Definitely an older male, but someone whose voice I didn't recognize.
'Who is this 'Snakes,' a new Protectorate cape, or her handler within the PRT?' "The simplest of assassinations, easier than jobs you've accepted in the past, made easier with resources I provided at considerable expense--"
"
Bullshit! We both know damned well that worthless shit didn't didn't cost you anything; the containment foam
didn't fucking work, she shrugged that off, and the dagger was similarly useless Tinker trash. The rest of the gear? I don't have any fucking use for it!"
'So, Sophia's backer has access to PRT gear as well as Tinker weapons, but apparently it came at cost to him. Not PRT or Protectorate then. Accent isn't fake-German or Asian, so that rules out Empire and ABB...' Still under cloak, I began circling the building, looking for any obvious means of reaching the roof without drawing attention to myself. I found a fire escape on the opposite side, ladder already extended, and began climbing, mindful of the noise I was making. The noise from the party inside proved to be a blessing, as even if Sophia wasn't distracted by her call, even I had trouble hearing my own noise over theirs.
"That's not my problem. Nor, for that matter, are you. Your services are no longer required or desired, Shadow Stalker. Goodbye." The call terminated abruptly, and I was treated to the amusing sound of Sophia swearing under her breath while pacing in place. Even with the noise from below, sneaking up on her would be difficult in human form, so once I reached the top I let my form dissolve, dropping to the corrugated sheet metal surface as a puddle of liquid metal.
Flowing across the angled roof turned out to be much less difficult than I initially imagined it would be, and the kind of experience I don't think I could put in words. Sophia sat, back turned to me in a crouch, resting her chin on her knees. As I slowly flowed towards her, the sheet metal flexed slightly under the weight, giving off a rattle that attracted her attention briefly. A glance towards my direction, but even with the sun barely starting to light things up, she hadn't spotted me.
"Fucking Coil, fucking PRT, fucking Taylor... stupid bitch couldn't just stay in her place, nooo..."
'Wait, that was Coil?' That... changed things.
'Shadow Stalker, a Ward and hero, working for a supervillain. Worked, rather, past-tense.' Either the PRT knew and had allowed it for whatever reason, or they didn't, meaning someone who they had under a microscope for close to two years still got away with this. Maliciousness or incompetence, and I couldn't decide which was worse.
As I flowed closer, I noticed she had laid her phone down to her left, along with a couple other items I couldn't identify. Her sole remaining crossbow remained slung over her shoulder, and from this distance, the crossbow was uninteresting and unthreatening. I extended a tendril of nanites towards her phone while she remained distracted with her own thoughts, enveloped it, and proceeded to absorb it. My nanites got through its outer casing easily enough, but on contact with the inner circuitry, something amazing and not entirely unexpected occurred.
Rather than mindlessly tearing apart and into the circuitry, my nanites bonded with it, established connections, traced the flow of electricity from battery to screen, and drew a veritable mountain of information into me. Initially gibberish, the data rapidly started to make sense as more of it flowed in. I directed more nanites to form connections at specific points, gorging myself on the resulting data flow, making sense of the phone's design, how it stored data, negotiated calls with the cell network...
This had to be her personal cellphone rather than one provided by the PRT, if they even did that. The contact list... Emma was on it, along with a few other names I hadn't recognized. Text message history, many messages to and from Emma...
White-hot rage flared through me again, and my nanites reacted, throwing themselves at the phone, devouring it considerably faster than normal. More tendrils snaked out at the other items, tearing into them without a care in the world for the noise generated. Sophia glanced at her possessions, then sprang to her feet and drew the crossbow in a fluid, practiced motion while swearing under her breath.
Barely repressing my anger, I flowed upward at my center, quickly taking my silver humanoid form as Sophia started shaking her head and stepping away.
"No... no way, I... you... you can't be--"
I glared at her. "Alive?" My right arm shifted into the now-familiar blade, only this time I added the hard light sheathing, illuminating both of us in a dim orange glow. Before she had a chance to respond, I slashed downwards at the metal roof separating us, carving a thin straight cut through the sheet metal and sending sparks flying as the metal screeched loud enough that I heard it over the blare of noise below us. She took a few more steps back, right up to the edge of the roof.
"Yeah, I'm alive. Thanks to you, it turns out. You and Emma." I broke eye contact with her, and started forming a replica of her phone in my left hand. I held it out, letting her watch. "Looking for this? I know, Sophia. I know
everything."
She muttered something under her breath, and then leapt backwards. I blinked in shock, even as gunfire started to plink away at the roof underneath me, shards of metal pushed up and outwards as bullets passed through the metal roof. She shifted to shadow before hitting the ground, and broke into a mad dash through the metal wall into the building below.
More gunfire erupted from below, and the creaking of the metal got considerably more intense. I stepped away from the edge, tracking Sophia's movement through the building below. Nobody seemed to be paying her much attention, beyond a few shouts of surprise and confusion. The gunfire slackened a bit though, and I stepped towards the center of the roof, where a large glass skylight provided a clear view of the inside.
What I saw was mostly one large cavernous room dominated by a cubical cage of chain-linked fencing, surrounded by tables and bars at three of the edges, with a single large wall going straight up to the roof separating this one large room from the rest of the building. So, booze, guns and skinheads.
'Wonderful.' Sophia was shifting in and out of her shadow form while attempting to cross the distance underneath the tables and largely out of sight of the skinheads, most of whom had their attention firmly aimed at the roof. Several spotted me, aimed guns and started firing, and a few shots actually hit me. Getting shot was... interesting. I initially moved away from the window and ducked, an entirely instinctive reaction that did me no good as a few bullets passed through the roof, and then through me. My nanite body righted itself with the familiar energy wave, and I chuckled briefly to myself at the thought that I could soak bullets without a care in the world.
Inspiration struck me just then, and I lunged towards the skylight in the general direction of the cage below, smashing through the glass and sheet metal frame and letting my form go liquid prior to hitting the chain-linked fencing. I flowed through and into the cage itself as a barely human-shaped blob of liquid metal, an act fancy enough to intimidate nearly all of the skinheads into backing well away from the cage and, conveniently, into Sophia's path, forcing her into her shadow form and making her presence more widely noticed.
A few of them had the presence of mind to take shots at me, though I ignored it in favor of turning towards Sophia while reassuming my humanoid form, though I had the presence of mind not to take my civilian identity. Sudden movement from within my peripheral vision tore my attention away from her, however, when
something tore into the cage from the crowd below. A mass of writhing... blades? Its source launched itself into the cage and in a fluid motion, slammed a fist of hooks and blades into my chest, pressing me against the cage before flinging my stunned body to its right, through the cage and into a rack lined with alcohol bottles.
'Hookwolf? Here?!'
I had only seconds to reevaluate my priorities. Fuck Sophia, she didn't rate as a threat anymore, not compared to
this. Hookwolf was up there with fucking
Lung on the list of villains to not tangle with. I barely had the time to form a weak shield of metal from my left arm when the full mass of his body slammed into it, effortlessly slicing through the shield even as the two of us caved through a side wall into one of the building's adjoining restrooms.
'Ah crap.'
The storm of blades that was Hookwolf tore into my body pretty much effortlessly, as my initial attempts at getting a grip on him proved futile. My hands and arms got sliced into ribbons of silver for the trouble, though the only thing I felt was annoyance. He got a grip on my chest once again, and began slamming me left and right against the toilets and sinks, my body steadily falling apart with each impact. It culminated in him throwing me towards the far side of the restroom, and I let my form dissolve, splashing into so much liquid metal against the ruined tile floor and walls.
He walked over on hind legs of metal blades, and I focused my attention not on the blades themselves, but where they seemed to emanate from. A roughly spherical orb, glistening in silver, from which new blades constantly erupted and sank... whatever attacks I'd attempt against him would have to focus on this, not simply dealing with his blades, yet the only thing I had going for me was the hard light effect.
'Maybe that's just enough,' I thought.
"That's all, new blood? I expected more of a fight out of you." He towered over me even as I slowly began coalescing into my humanoid form again. I extended a trinity of blades from where my legs would've formed, up through his central mass of blades, and immediately applied the hard light effect, pleasantly rewarded with his blades bouncing off the hard light with no apparent damage dealt. He snarled in surprise and frustration, as I catapulted him backwards as hard as I could manage, sending him slamming head-first into the ceiling, and then ass-first into the opposite wall. Apparently weakened by his previous use of me as a crude hammer, it caved outwards on impact, sending him sprawling into the street.
I pulled myself together, humanoid form mostly complete, when the skinheads in the main room watching this started to panic. Most ran, although some pulled out their firearms and took aim at me. I wasn't the least bit concerned, Hookwolf seemed a bit dazed, but recovering fast.
'This is gonna be a long day,' I sighed in resignation as gunfire tore into my right side.
-----
Five blocks away and six stories up, two armored figures crouched over several boxes of loosely-packed, brightly-colored objects that looked like oversized kids' toys. One of them smacked the other on the arm with the back of an armored glove. "Hey, check this out."
"Can't. Busy. This
Donkey Kong mockup isn't going to assemble itself, you know."
Uber sighed in exasperation. "Bro, something big's going on in Empire territory. Seriously, you
need to see this. Are the camera drones active?"
"Yeah, but I'm not going to--" Leet looked up, and blinked. "Huh, that's Hookwolf."
"Getting thrown out the side of a nightclub. How many capes do you think could manage
that in this town? The show can wait, get the drones down there, I've got a weird feeling about this."
Leet grumbled. "Fine, fine, hold on."
A rattling sound echoed across the cityscape, like popcorn in a microwave.
"That's... a lot of gunfire." Uber observed with a hint of amazement.
"Yeah, but it's focused on one spot, and mostly seems to be hitting the opposite wall. Look at all the dents and holes." Leet shook his head. "They're either firing at something that isn't there, or..."
The apparent target of the massed gunfire stepped out of the hole made by Hookwolf, and the two villains' jaws dropped.
"Is that... a Terminator?" Uber started.
Leet shook his head. "A T-1000? Not on this planet. Skynet would take one look at our planet and fire the nukes out of pity rather than anger and..." The metal figure's right arm shifted into a blade, as its left arm flattened out into a disc, and the two villains let out loud sighs.
"Well, there's one franchise we've been beaten to." Uber shook his head sadly.
The arm-blade and apparent shield then took on a distinctive orange glow.
"What." Uber stated flatly, as Leet's reaction was more pronounced. "Oh come on. Hard light on a T-1000? I call bullshit."
Hookwolf was on his feet once more, and the two stared eachother down even as more skinheads filed out of the building's other exits in haste.
"I think they're talking to eachother. Get the damn drones in closer."
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"Killing you will make for an excellent story." Hookwolf rumbled.
I shrugged. "Not that any publisher in their right mind would print it."
I glanced to my left briefly, aware that a trio of objects in the distance had just entered my peripheral sense's range. Drones of some sort, probably some Tinker's work, but I couldn't think of any Tinkers that worked with the Empire...
Hookwolf growled and charged at me while I appeared distracted, but I was ready for it. I swatted at his bulk with my shield arm, deflecting him to my left and sending him careening into the outer corner of the building. He slammed into it with enough force to crack its wooden frame, but his swift counterattack forced me to sidestep and slash with the blade. Whereas his blades cut through my own when they were unaided, the hard light cut through his blades just as easily. Still, I felt weakened, slowed by the effort of maintaining the effect.
'So I have... what, an energy generation limit?'
He kicked off the side of the weakened building, and slammed into me, his blades arcing around the shield even as I tried to push him off, and once again he started tearing into me. I let my form turn to liquid once more, and decided to take a trick from his own playbook, shifting blade-tendrils out of my liquid mass, each tipped with a razor-thin line of hard light. He leapt off in what I took as a mixture of surprise and fear, many severed blades and hooks littering the ground around me. I rose once more, only this time assuming a form closer in functionality to his own, a human-shaped mass of hard light-sheathed blades.
-----
"Alright, I agree, that's bullshit." Uber grumbled as he sat at the edge of the open floor, even as Leet now paced behind him, considerably more animated.
"It's not just bullshit, she's
cheating. The readings I'm getting from the scanners on the drones? That's not a power, that's Tinker tech!" Leet was fuming now. "She got a hold of someone's work and is copying it, just like she's fighting Hookwolf by copying him."
Uber chuckled. "Beating him at his own game? Nothing wrong with that, you know."
"Yeah yeah, it's just..." he dropped to the edge of the floor next to Uber, "if I were to try to integrate something like that into my own stuff, some other Tinker's work, it'd just blow up in my face. But her?"
Hookwolf tried a different tactic, grappling and flinging trash dumpsters and the like at the other shapeshifter, which she parried away with growing ease. Her hard light surfaces started to pulsate, activating and deactivating as needed.
"She understands what she's using, tweaking it on the fly. That strobing we're seeing? Why not simply cover herself in hard light, or project beams offensively to rip Hookwolf a new asshole?"
Uber nodded in growing understanding. "She's got limits, yeah. She figures them out, works around them; she's sped up a bit since she started toggling the effect."
"She's fucking metagaming her own power in the middle of a battle with someone few in this city are either strong or crazy enough to go up against." He sighed loudly. "Who has time for that, huh? It's not fucking fair."
"You jelly?" Uber teased.
He got a loud sigh in response. "No, I'm just... Yeah, okay, I'm jelly, a bit. Still,
someone's finally giving that crazy bastard the ass-kicking he deserves, the only things we're missing are lawn chairs and a bowl of popcorn."
-----
I moved quickly towards him, moving my bladed sword tendrils, and god was
that a weird thing to think about, towards his own bladed limbs, hoping to cut off his ability to fight or escape. Sadly, that didn't seem to work out as well as I had hoped it would as he had grabbed hold of a parked motorcycle with a mass of hooked metal and used it to bat me away from him, even as my hardlight projections cut through his impromptu club with ease.
The hit sent me flying backwards, forcing me to shift back to liquid as I passed through a chainlink fence, and I turned to face him as, instead of attacking me like I expected, he moved back towards the building we had just exited from. Bullets started to impact me as some of the Empire gang members started taking potshots, though whether they were trying to provide cover for Hookwolf or take me down I didn't know, nor did I really
care at that point. I walked calmly through the chainlink fence, absorbing it as I turned to face my opponents as they fell back to the building, the cleancut hole of my passage clear to see from the light of a nearby streetlight as I moved forward.
"Covering fire damnit, covering fi-" one of them was screaming before I grabbed a hand-sized piece of concrete with a hastily formed limb from my legs and threw it at his head, knocking him to the ground where he lay bloodied and moaning in pain.
'Now where is... ahh, there you are,' I thought as I turned towards where Hookwolf had gone, small tendrils moving out from my body and pulling in the weapon of the first gang member I brought down before a few more shots hit me. Given the fact that so many of the shots were coming close to hitting their own downed member, these idiots needed to be dealt with quickly, before they ended up shooting civilians, because they obviously didn't seem to care about collateral damage.
I moved quickly, shifting form so as to start grabbing hold of limbs holding weapons and squeezing as hard as I could. I could hear the snapping of bones, but couldn't find it in me to care as I moved as quickly as I could to disable as many of them as I could and remove their weapons from play. Absorbing the guns so I could mess around with them later was just an added bonus, all things considered.
"Get out of my way," I said calmly as I knocked aside the fourth empire member to get in front of me, watching him fly through the air before his rough landing on the concrete knocked the air out of him.
"Fuck you!" the fifth empire member screamed from a few feet away, firing at me in a blind panic as I moved to disable her before I got hit in the chest with what appeared to be a kitchen sink, thrown from within the third story of the building I crashed through a few minutes earlier.
'Hookwolf.' As she chose to run I let her flee from me as I turned my attention back towards Hookwolf, moving at speed as I crashed through the metal front doors of the building, absorbing some of the material to help clear a way for me as I moved towards my target.
-----
"Damn." They both shook their heads.
"Yeah. This fight has everything and the kitchen sink."
Uber grinned. "Oh, we are
sooo re-using that line in the dub-over."
"Huh, looks like most of the mooks are fleeing the building. Smart of them."
"Not all of them," Uber switched camera views, "check out that guy in the back… oh shit."
"Wha-" Leet got out before the explosion rang out
"Did-did she just take a fucking RPG to the face?"
-----
I'm pretty sure that if I was flesh and blood I would be dead right now. Dead and spread out over several hundred feet, at least. As it was, my visual perspective suddenly expanded ten-fold from... whatever it was they shot me with, though it didn't take long to realize it had been some kind of propelled explosive. The upper half of my body was spread out in small pieces around and behind me, though I still had control and awareness over those bits, and the explosion also blew out the nearby walls and put a sizable hole in the floor.
"Did we get her?"
'Yeah, I need to put a stop to that.' With the dust in the air, it was easy to hide myself by moving along the floor, hidden from view due to the angle and the dust, though trying to keep quiet proved considerably more difficult, though with the way even my head had been ringing for a moment after I got hit, I was certain that their ears weren't in much better shape.
It took only a few seconds to slither across the hallway and reform, and with the dust obscuring me from their view, I formed a gun in my right hand. Reproducing the bullets took a bit longer, and I waited for the queasiness to pass before cloaking myself.
"Dunno, I don't hear-"
I shot him. Repeatedly. It felt very cathartic. As he dropped the RPG with both arms and legs suddenly riddled with bullets, the guy standing next to him let out a high-pitched girlish shriek as I faded back into view barely a foot away from them. Tendrils reached out and grabbed the RPG as the second guy pissed himself as he backed against the wall.
I ignored the writhing figure screaming out in pain and begging for mercy as one of my tendrils took the pistol from the shaking hands of the uninjured man against the wall. As I absorbed the empty RPG, I moved a few tendrils to the box of ammo to grab a few rounds incase I needed them, absorbing one while physically carrying the rest inside of me, hidden from view.
'Fuck going through making these things.'
I tilted my head to the side and said "Get out."
I watched him moving to scurry away before adding, "and take him with you."
I started moving back through the hallways before my senses twitched. I stopped a moment pay enough attention to feel the signals in the air. Cell phone calls. A lot of them.
"COME AND GET SOME!"
"Wha-"
I only had a moment before Hookwolf barreled into me with his bladed limbs, trying to dismember me again as he kept pushing me through the walls. As if that worked so well the first time. Reforming the hard light shield, I blocked him a few times while shifting the RPG behind my back and moved one of the stored rounds into it before I leapt backwards.
He had only a moment to realize what was going on before the first round hit him, knocking him aside and sending my second shot wide. I sighed inwardly, corrected my aim, and hit him with the third shot a second later before the floor gave way beneath us.
The floor must've been weaker where I stood, as it bent downwards below me before disintegrating into dust entirely. I hit the floor below, with Hookwolf landing atop me.
I took a moment to shift myself from facing the floor to facing him as he enveloped his arms around me, trying to cut me up yet again.
'Idiot'.
I headbutted him, only to get cuts across my head for my troubles, not that it mattered when the 'wounds' disappeared a moment later.
"Hahaha," he laughed deeply, "Give it up already! You can't-"
'I've had enough of this.' So I shifted my head and neck into a mass of blades, turned on the hardlight effect, and headbutted him again, cutting clear through his metal head before tossing him away from me as he reeled from the blow. I watched as he landed in a shaft of light from one of the flickering lights in the now abandoned arena, watching him struggle to get up, only to be shocked as Glory Girl crashed through the ceiling.
"What in the
hell is going on here?" Glory Girl screamed as she kicked Hookwolf into the wall. The wall I had shot with an RPG, and that was now caving in on us.
"Oh crap," all three of us said at the same time.
-----
Leet couldn't help but whistle. "Man, they're really bringing down the house with this fight."
Uber turned to him. "We've seen this movie before, haven't we?"
"Yeah. All three of 'em." He shrugged. "You think the similarities are intentional?"
"It's possible. Only thing I know for sure is that this is going to get a
shitload of views," Uber said with a grin.
With a loud groan and dust billowing up, the building collapsed in on itself.
"Oh,
come on, that is just bullshit!" Leet cried out.
"What happ- oh. Ceiling falls on her, she ignores it, walks right through it. Yeah. Yeah, that is bullshit. That's Siberian-grade bullshit… we might need to cut some of this out of the final video."
"Yeah…"
-----
Dust wafted heavy in the air as another section of wall collapsed. I needed to put a stop to this, now. Glory Girl had risen into the air, and I could see her circling above, trying to see through the dust as I saw her talking into a cellphone with someone.
The sun had just started to creep over the ocean, and as much as the early morning traffic had picked up considerably, everything I could see pointed towards people fleeing this section of the city.
While I hadn't made any significant progress on taking down Hookwolf, he
had been getting more desperate to find a weakness to exploit. Throwing large, heavy objects at me only worked when such things were freely available, and anything he could have thrown before was now covered in concrete and brick. Any unused explosives or ammo they had left had also been buried in the rubble, not that I could sense anyone else nearby.
Well, no one other than Hookwolf and Glory Girl, though I could hear sirens in the distance.
'How do I end this?'
It was clear I wasn't going to be any outright beating him with brute force. I needed alternatives.
'Can't kill him; well, I could, but the Empire would be out for blood. Retreating isn't something he's known for doing, and if I don't end this soon he'll just tear into the police and firefighters that show up. So this ends only with someone fleeing or dying, neither of which is palpable... waitaminute...' Containment foam. I had absorbed enough of it to have an idea of how it worked, and since I had figured out the hard light, could I do the same with the foam? Making the stuff would be taxing, but how about mimicking it?
Ok, yeah, I could mimic it. Probably even better than the original stuff. Now I just need to bait him into getting close to me so I can use it on him.
"Don't tell me that's all that 'The Mighty Hookwolf' has to offer," I screamed as loudly as I could, much louder than I expected to be honest, as I slowly moved into view, letting Hookwolf know where I was. The dust may have been heavy still, but I knew that he couldn't not know where I was, especially as I turned on the hard light effect in order to make myself more visible.
A shape emerged from the dust as Hookwolf charged at me once more, heedless of the fact that I could, and had, sliced off a considerable amount of his blades during our fight, and used a few tendrils to cut off some to ensure he was focused solely on me. His blades grew back of course, quickly at first, but even so Hookwolf was looking considerably thinner and wiry than when we first 'met.' Then I dropped the hard light effect entirely and let him slam into me.
He only realized his mistake when I said "Gotcha" and covered him entirely.
And that's when Glory Girl brained me.
-----
"Remind you of anything?" Uber sighed and turned to Leet.
"Containment foam." He shook his head in resignation. "She's mimicking
fucking containment foam. Now I've seen everything."
"And what has been seen cannot go unseen. That is creepy as hell."
-----
"Oh shit!" Glory Girl exclaimed in shock as her fist went right through where my head was.
"Do you
mind?" I said in irritation as my head reformed a moment later, the pieces that had been thrown from my body flowing right back, "I'm trying to keep Hookwolf contained here."
"You're not Hookwolf!"
The look I gave her spoke volumes. So far I was not impressed with Glory Girl, an 'attention whore' as Brian called her, and probably the biggest one in the city short of Uber and Leet.
"Uhm, so who are you? Haven't met you before, you a good guy or bad?" she asked sheepishly.
I gave her a cautious glare. "If I were a bad guy, do you think I'd say so?"
"Sorry, and yeah, that was dumb of me. You ok though?"
I shook my head. "No, but I will be."
"So, why the throw-down with the chrome furry?"
'"Chrome furry?"' "You mean Hookwolf? Long story. Short of it is, So--" I caught myself, "Shadow Stalker just tried to kill me,
twice, I chased her down this way, found out she's working for Coil, and-"
Her eyes bugged out. "Shadow Stalker's gone bad?" She laughed, once. "I knew something wasn't right with that bitch... oh man, this is even cooler." She looked around at our surroundings again, briefly focusing on the scattered severed blades and hooks littering the area. "Wow, you really didn't need my help with him, did you?"
I turned to her, and half-heartedly shook my head. "Yeah, actually, the distraction gave me enough time to think about how to restrain him. If we'd just kept going at it..." I shrugged, "I've been reacting to his attacks the whole time, hadn't had much time to think about how to deal with him."
"Not going to lie though, that was
fucking awesome!"
'What.'
"You just went toe to toe with
Hookwolf and kicked his ass."
I couldn't help but smile at that, even as I heard Hookwolf cursing at me from inside of his impromptu prison.
"Not gonna complain about the break. He was starting to wear me out."
"'Starting to?'," she said as she looked about our ruined battleground before giving out a whistle. "Huh, you two had to have thrown down for at least-"
"Glory Girl? You ok? We've got continuous incoming calls about a cape fight near your area, and police and firefighters are responding to calls about a collapsed building."
"Crap, gotta take this call," she said before bringing her phone up to her head. "Console, this is Glory Girl. Yeah, I'm here with..." Glory Girl stopped for a moment and asked, "what's your name anyway?"
I looked at her briefly, my focus mainly on keeping Hookwolf restrained. "Metalmorph."
"That's a lame name. You get that off the PHO Wiki? Meh, whatever." Back to the phone. "Yeah, I'm here with 'Metalmorph,'" she put an amused emphasis on the name, "powerful-as-fuck changer, though she could use a better name, and she's got Hookwolf pretty much dead to rights."
"Say again, she's captured
Hookwolf?" The voice on the other end was very young; female, high-pitched, considerably younger than me.
'Probably Vista.'
"Shit yeah," she grinned, "tore up a pretty hefty chunk of Empire real estate too. Might want to bring out the big guns for this though, he's still struggling."
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Firetrucks had shown up along with a few police cars, though most of them decided to cordon off the street while the firefighters had checked out the area for gas leaks. By the time the Protectorate forces showed up with PRT agents in tow, Glory Girl and I were standing together outside the dust-covered remnants of the collapsed nightclub with Hookwolf half-submerged in my nanites, extending from my left hand. He had eventually reached the point where the entire surface area of his 'core' had nanites dug in, the subtle alteration necessary to mimic the super-adhesive properties of the foam. Blades stuck out from the mass at odd angles, some of which still quivered as he continued to struggle, especially once the heroes had shown up in droves.
If the rest of the Empire knew what was going on, they weren't acting as of yet, either anticipating Hookwolf's victory, or simply not knowing what had happened.
We were confronted barely a minute later by Armsmaster, clad in his armor and carrying his halberd at the ready, with Battery and Miss Militia close behind. No less than four full PRT trucks of agents swarmed the place, forming a perimeter both to keep traffic out of the area and to secure Hookwolf. Not that it was really necessary at this point, but I didn't really want to stick around for long.
"Heh. Hell of a debut for a newbie, you don't aim low do you?" Battery shook her head in amazement, arms folded.
Armsmaster silently circled us, paying critical attention to Hookwolf's captured state. A few new blades erupted towards Armsmaster, which he parried away with ease before I could rope them in with another tendril of nanites. "Impressive. It usually takes a full containment team drowning him in foam to pull this off."
I shrugged in response. "It's a lot harder than it looks, I'm having to focus most of my attention on just keeping him restrained like this, 'cause everything else I tried wasn't accomplishing much."
"Oh yeah, she was fuckin' badass though. Heard the explosions, thought I'd figure out just what the hell was going on," Glory Girl grinned. "I jump in, the whole place collapses around us, and when the dust settles she's got him all wrapped up with everything but a bowtie."
Miss Militia had a pistol in both hands, and gave the site a critical eye. "No other Empire capes in the area... it was just Hookwolf?"
"It was just me and Shadow Stalker initially. I didn't even know Hookwolf was in there until he jumped me, and she bailed not long after," I frowned and recalled the fight, "I'm not going to get into trouble for defending myself against a Ward, am I?"
They paused for a moment, as if some silent conversation was taking place among them, before they turned to me and shook their heads.
"No, spectators recorded video of the initial confrontation," Armsmaster stated, "and Shadow Stalker's no longer a Ward as of last night, just so you both know."
Glory Girl chortled, "You guys finally fuckin' kicked her out?"
"No, she left," he frowned, and turned to me. "Whatever you did to her last night spooked her into throwing away close to two years of... barely tolerable behavior, granted, but we can talk about this later once Hookwolf's dealt with."
I nodded, not wanting to get into that right here and now. "How is Hookwolf going to be 'dealt with' anyway? I can't keep him like this forever."
'Actually, I probably could,' I thought to myself with wry amusement, but they didn't need to know that.
Hookwolf thrashed against my hold on him again to no avail, simply giving me the excuse to dig into his blades and core further. His struggling ceased a few seconds later, and I shook my head dismissively at the attempt.
"Sergeant!" Miss Militia called out to one of the armored PRT troopers, "how much longer?"
"No more than two minutes, ma'am. Minor maintenance issues with the truck's foam sprayers." He walked over to us, foam sprayer cradled in his hands, and chuckled audibly towards me. "Since you're unfamiliar with how we handle things, high brutes typically necessitate getting drowned in containment foam before we haul them off. Takes a while, makes a huge mess, and the hero that captures them typically ends up getting foamed as well. Yeah, we heard you can pretty much no-sell containment foam. Someone recorded a video, and it's spreading like wildfire." He turned to Armsmaster. "It's unconventional, but we could forego the foaming entirely, just cart him into the truck like this, and foam him there." He nodded to me. "She should have no issue with the foam itself, and we can let her out after we're done."
"It's up to her," Miss Militia interjected. "she's already been foamed once today and she wasn't happy about it then."
Armsmaster nodded, still frowning. "It would save time though, and we're still knee-deep in Empire territory. Anything could happen in the next ten minutes."
"It's fine," I sighed in resignation, "I just want this over with so I can go home."
"Understandable, but Director Piggot will want to talk to you before--"
I shot him a glare. "No. After we're done here, I'm going home, your director can wait."
"This isn't negotiable," he gripped his halberd tightly, as if expecting a fight, "Director Piggot gave explicit orders--"
Miss Militia placed a gloved hand on his shoulder. "Sir, our orders were specifically to ensure her safety, and to bring her in only if she's willing to cooperate." She turned to me, and nodded. "You're not under arrest, Metalmorph, but the Director will want to speak with you regardless."
The PRT squad cars blocking the road parted to allow a large diesel-powered armored truck through, and it pulled up alongside us.
"If this is an offer to join the Wards, you can just tell her my answer. No, I'm not interested in joining the Wards. Not now, and probably not ever."
'There, I said it.'
Armsmaster raised his voice, irate, "If this is about what Shadow Stalker did--"
"Sir?" Miss Militia squeezed his shoulder, "let me handle this." She turned back to me once more. "I understand, Metalmorph. Given what you've just gone through, I'd be saying the same if I were you. Still, there were other things she wanted to discuss besides Wards membership, but it can wait until you're ready to speak with her. You okay with that?"
I nodded, after taking another deep breath.
An armored PRT trooper unloaded a small forklift from the rear of the truck, while two more stood guard at Hookwolf's sides, foam sprayers at the ready. I shrugged, and then surprised them by simply lifting Hookwolf's entire mass into the truck on my own.
"That works too," one of them muttered.
I climbed in afterward, and they shut the doors behind. Recessed nozzles mounted within the truck's sides started spraying foam in onto Hookwolf and me, and I began to quickly withdraw my nanites. Predictably, Hookwolf lashed out with his freed blades, slicing at the nozzles, the exposed surfaces of the truck, and at me.
"When I get out, I'll kill you and your family for this, you cunt! Don't think I-"
I stayed silent, shaking my head and glaring at him as the truck filled with foam. My nanites absorbed what stray bits of it landed on me, and I quickly realized that the spray nozzles were tracking his movements, sparing me most of the extra hassle.
Within moments, the foam completely covered him, and his thrashing died down as the foam quickly hardened. I banged the back of the truck, the doors opened, and I stepped out, fuming.
As the three troopers got back in the truck and drove off, Glory Girl ran up and gave my shoulders a squeeze, as if trying to reassure me, which took me by surprise. "Hey, don't worry about it. They'll be sending him to the Birdcage, and the rest of the Empire plays by the rules..." she let go, and gave me a critical look. "You don't know about the rules, do you?"
I almost said yes, but realized that in doing so, I'd be admitting to have made prior contacts with capes. I shook my head.
"Yeah, I thought so. They're pretty simple, really. No killing or raping, civilian identities and family are off limits, and a truce is in effect whenever the Endbringer sirens are sounded."
I flexed my fingers in a brief moment of anger, taking another deep breath.
"Shadow Stalker broke the rules, didn't she?" Glory Girl folded her arms with a wry grin on her face.
I nodded. "She tried to kill me, twice. Phased crossbow bolt to the head, and then a dagger to my abdomen, right here," I pointed out where, "not to mention she's part of the reason I have my powers to begin with."
"Shit." She shook her head, incensed. "I always knew she was rotten, but to actually... fuck, tell ya what Metalmorph, if I see her, I'll break her back for you."
My frown only deepened in response.
"Hey, like I said, you can't kill, but there's a whole lot you can do up to that point. Besides, if anything goes seriously wrong, I can just get my sis to fix her up. Speaking of which, I'll introduce you two later."
The other heroes were huddled with some of the PRT troopers, and beyond the squad cars blocking the road, a small crowd of onlookers was steadily gathering. Armsmaster then broke ranks and walked towards me.
"Listen, Metalmorph, I want to... apologize. On behalf of the Brockton Bay Protectorate, for what Shadow Stalker did, and for my actions a few minutes ago."
I folded my arms and glared at him. "Okay, it's a start I guess. I... don't know if there's anything you, your Director, or anyone else can say or do to make up for what she and the others put me through, though."
"Just... don't write off the Wards entirely. You're hurt, you're angry, you feel isolated, alone, and don't know who to trust. It's understandable. But we're not bad people, so don't let Shadow Stalker's actions color your views of the rest of us."
I took several deep breaths, again wanting and failing to cry, and inwardly cursing my transformation for taking that away from me. Glory Girl stood beside me as he walked off a moment later.
"Come on, it'll be alright."
I gave her a look at that.
"No, really. It will be alright. Crap, I'm not good at this, am I?"
I couldn't help the smile I gave at that.
"Despite the really bad first impression that I am really sorry for," I had to glare at her again for reminding me of that as she kept talking, "I am not against you here. So, friends?"
I gave her a look of surprise and confusion as she stuck out her hand, as if waiting for me to shake it. "What, really?"
"Really. Friends gotta stick together, ya know? You need a ride home? 'Cause I can do better than that."
That felt... kinda nice, actually, even as I hesitantly expected the other shoe to drop somehow. Still, I had to ask, "What's the catch?"
"No catch. This isn't a recruitment pitch."
I couldn't help it when my shoulders slumped a bit.
"So, friends?"
I sighed inwardly, angry and ashamed at myself for my reluctance to accept the offer of friendship that I so desperately craved.
'This is almost like how I met Emma...' and here I was expecting the same outcome from somebody completely different.
'No, I can't let them win at this as well, I can't let them force me into isolation.'
"Friends," I said as I shook her hand.
"Hi, I'm Victoria Dallon," she said with a smile, "call me Vicky."
"I-" I wasn't sure what to say. I did not want to say my name out loud, even if I might have been outed as a cape at school.
"Don't worry, I won't hold it against you if you don't want to tell me your name right now."
Now I felt a bit guilty at that, even as a smiled nervously. Crap. Fighting one of the most feared villains in the city didn't unnerve me as much as this conversation was doing.
"Can we," I lowered my voice, before turning my head to look at the PRT and fire crews still in the area, "talk a bit away from any prying ears?"
"Sure, did you have anyplace in mind?"
"How about the top of that building over there?" I pointed towards a nearby multi-storey building about a block away.
"Okay, do-"
I turned invisible.
"Hey, where'd you- no, nevermind," Glory Girl said before shrugging and moving into the air.
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I took the elevator up as far as I could before finding out it didn't go to the roof, much to my disappointment. I had to take the stairs the rest of the way, though the locked roof-access door didn't hinder me much as my nanites ate through the lock mechanism.
...I wish I had known I could do that before I had shoved the school's roof-access door open. I could see Glory Girl waiting for me before I dropped the invisibility, startling her.
"Aggh! Damnit, don't do that!"
I chuckled, couldn't help it really, not after the absurdity I'd just lived through.
"You're a jerk, you know that? Shit, everything I've seen from you already,
and you can turn invisible? I'm not going to lie, that is bullshit," she said with a smile, taking the sting out of her words.
I gave a small smile at that.
"So what did you want to talk about?"
I had to pause a moment at that question. Mainly I just wanted people to stop staring at me, and getting out of the crowd seemed like the best way to do that. But yes, I did have questions to ask.
"I don't know what to do at the moment."
"That's it?" Glory Girl asked incredulously.
"I just triggered," I glared at her, "Shadow Stalker's proof that the PRT is either malicious or incompetent, and either way, I can't trust them not to fuck me over. I just got into a slugging match with Hookwolf and won, and I'll probably have to deal with the rest of the Empire later. And if what Armsmaster said is of any indication, Director Piggot isn't going to let this go. So yes, I think I have reason to ask for advice here."
"Woah, don't bite my head off here, I didn't mean anything," she said with her hands up.
I let out a long sigh, and nodded. "Sorry, I'm just frustrated. If I didn't know about Shadow Stalker, I'd probably be taking them up on the inevitable offer to join the Wards. Knowing what I do, though?" I shook my head. "I just can't, and I don't know what to do."
"I'm no lawyer, but you're basically saying the PRT is partly responsible for what happened?"
"Yeah?"
"Ask for restitution then. They don't want to get dragged through the mud here, and even if some of them are shitheads, most of them are just regular people trying to do their jobs."
"That's it? They're just going to get away with the two years of hell I've been through then?"
"Wait, back up there, two
years? And what do you mean 'They'?"
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
"I've been tormented for the past two years in school, by someone whom I thought was my best friend, and Shadow Stalker, in her civilian identity. They've always gotten away with it, even in plain view of teachers and school officials, and I think the PRT is the reason why."
She looked very uncomfortable at that, but nodded, before adding "Ok, so probably school officials trying to cover their own asses then as well. My advice? Get a lawyer involved here, and soon. There's enough fuckups here that, if you have
any evidence-"
"I do, but one of the people involved has a lawyer for her dad, and everyone has gone out of their way to cover for Shadow Stalker."
"Yeah, that may end up pulling in the District Attorney depending on how far that went. Don't give me that look, the fucker would probably be rubbing her hands in glee at the thought of being able to go after the PRT for criminal misconduct if she could. More convictions for her to add to her career list. Still, this is likely going to be settled out of court."
I slumped at that bit of depressing news.
"Don't be so disappointed. They're going to owe you some sweet change, and even if the public doesn't hear about it directly, the school board's elected, so they'll find out, and heads will roll. As for the PRT, even Director Piggot has superiors and can be replaced."
"I don't want money," I muttered softly.
"Ah. You want a public trial then. The problem with a public trial is it's just that. Public. Meaning you'd probably have to take the witness stand, and they might have to as well, and they can start throwing shit at you just as much as you can throw it at them. Also, if Shadow Stalker's gone villain, she'd need to be captured first before being put on trial, so it could conceivably be months or years before it got that far." She grinned. "Trust me, you file a lawsuit, settle out of court, whoever replaces the people that get shitcanned for this are going to want to keep their new jobs under the greater scrutiny they'll be under, so your bullies are going to be
miserable. If they're even allowed to remain in school."
I frowned a bit at that, as all I really wanted is for the bullying to stop. Still, I had options I didn't know I had.
"So is that all you wanted to ask?"
"The Empire?"
"I don't think many of them will be eager to get into a fight with someone who can beat up Hookwolf," she grinned at me.
I couldn't help but grin right back, before my expression turned more serious. "And what about those who still might?"
"Ask for help? If you're willing to help me out I'm willing to help you kick some ass as well. I don't doubt that the rest of New Wave would want to help as well. I mean, I'm just a phone call away. Speaking of which..." she pulled out her phone.
It took only a moment for me to mimic Sophia's phone, before I handed it to her. I chuckled inwardly after realizing that, hey, it was
mine now.
"Neat phone. Where did you get it?"
"I stole it from Shadow Stalker," I said with a shit-eating grin, "after she tried to kill me.".
Glory Girl, no, Vicky, I could think of her as Vicky now. Vicky gave me an odd look before laughing. "Then I suppose you paid for that fair and square. Lemme give you my number in case you need to call me for whatever."
It took only a few seconds for us to exchange numbers, and I was grateful that this phone was a prepaid one, as I could keep using it so long as I bought minutes for it. Sophia should be damned thankful that I didn't feel vindictive enough to start imitating her voice and using her contact list to make things worse for her whenever she's finally caught.
"So, uhm, hey, what should I call you?"
I gave her a glare at that.
"What? Calling you 'Metalmorph' still feels awkward."
I glared some more..
"Okay, fine, 'Metalmorph' it is," she rolled her eyes, "though we really need to get you a better name."
I huffed at that as she laughed.
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We talked a bit afterwards before going our separate ways. Mostly inconsequential things, though it still felt nice before we made our departure.
It didn't take much effort to sneak into my backyard while invisible. I hadn't wanted to take any chances that someone might be watching, taking photographs or video, anything like that. Though as expected, I did spot a pair of unmarked cars, occupied, and new to the neighborhood.
After checking to make sure that no one was nearby and watching, I dropped the invisibility and took my normal form, the wave of energy as it locked in place washing over me. After a moment, I carefully knocked on the back door, and after a few seconds later I could sense my dad cautiously approaching before I could see him through the glass in the doorway.
'Oh shit, he looks horrible...' His forehead was covered in sweat, hair was a mess, bags under his eyes. He scrambled to open the door, and after it was opened he grabbed me in a bear hug.
"Oh kiddo, thank God you're safe, come here." We hugged for a few seconds, and then he shivered. "What the hell, Taylor?" He let me go, then placed the back of his palm on my forehead. "You're freezing. What happened to you?"
I let out a long sigh. "It's a long story, dad."
He looked at me for a long moment, and then nodded.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked him straight in the eyes. "Dad, I'm a cape."
To my eternal surprise, he nodded and said, "I know, kiddo. You coming in?"
I sat down at the dinner table, and dad went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple glasses from a cupboard. "You need anything to drink?"
I shook my head, but he got me a glass of orange juice regardless.
He sat, looked at his glass, and then downed its contents in one gulp. "Kiddo, I got a call from a 'Director Piggot' of the PRT last night. She said you'd gotten into some kind of trouble at school, that you... 'triggered,' was the word she used. What happened?"
I took several deep breaths. "Dad... Emma and I aren't friends. Haven't been since about two years ago. She... and Sophia, and Madison... they filled my locker with..." I broke eye contact and stared at the table, "things. Garbage. Locked me in it and left me there."
Dad's jaw dropped, but in his eyes I could see rage forming.
"...I'll kill him." He shook his head, then pushed away from the table. "That lying son of a bitch, I'll kill him..."
"Dad." I got his attention. "Just, stop, please? I don't think he knows."
I could see him clenching his fists in frustration, but the rage simmered down. "...Alright, okay... So they've been bullying you for almost two years? Why didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't want you to get angry. I was... gonna handle it myself. Not react, just wait for them to get bored and stop."
He nodded in understanding. "But they never did, did they?"
"No, they didn't. I figured out why yesterday. One of them is a cape, and a Ward."
His rage flared up again, but he kept it under control. Barely. "Who?"
I thought about the unwritten rules for a moment, and then shrugged. "Sophia. Her name's Sophia Hess." She had already violated them, and he needed to know in case she ever showed up here.
Dad nodded silently for a moment, letting his anger dissipate again. "Kiddo? What happened?"
"There was a car accident as I was walking home this morning. I went to try to help, managed to call 911, and then Sophia attacked. She shot me with one of her crossbow bolts, in the head, then stabbed me in the abdomen when that didn't work."
"She tried to kill you?! ...and you're alright?" He looked at me, moving up to check on my uninjured form. "What am I missing?"
"Dad," I stood, and reverted to my cape form. "I'm a shapeshifter."
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Omake: "Dad," I stood, and reverted to my cape form. "Where is John Connor?"
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Author Notes:
Robo Jesus: Yes, there are infact cell phone apps that can monitor police scanners and whathaveyou. Here is a
Link to one such application, incase you were wondering what Sophia was talking about there when she foamed Taylor.
Pyrion: I was ambivalent about that part, but figured "sure, why not?" We can add "stealing wifi" to her list of crimes.
Robo Jesus: I have to say, I enjoyed writing out the Hookwolf fight scene here, even if it did add a few days to the update.
Pyrion: Yeah, my version was shit. But yeah, we had a
lot of fun writing this, and fixing it, and fixing it some more. And throwing out half of what I wrote. *shrugs* 15094 words, minus everything down here.