Episode 1.9: The Wild Hunt

[Gained 20 EXP. Insectoid Spirits are now at Level 1. 10 EXP is required to reach Level 2]

There were hundreds, no thousands, of tiny faeries, floating all around you. They called you their 'princess', and were eager to bring you hidden treasures.

For one brief moment, you imagined yourself as a fairytale princess who lived in a palace, wore elaborate dresses, and swooned over pretty princes, and the thought nearly made you laugh out loud. You were a deeply cynical teenage girl living in the worst city in America, and you had just run over a dozen gangsters with a man-eating car. You couldn't be further from an innocent fairytale princess.

So instead of asking the faeries for hidden treasures or lost magic, you did the more logical thing and recruited them for urban gang warfare.

"I need you to take their guns." You pointed out the gangsters to the faeries. "Knives, explosives, any kind of weapons they might have in those crates. Then throw those into the sea."

"As thee wisheth, princess." The faeries flew so fast that they were almost a blur to you. You felt dizzy looking at the numerous floating orbs of light, and couldn't even imagine trying to focus and shoot at them. You had a feeling that the faeries could fly faster than bullets if they desired. "Shouldst we consume the manlings?"

"I'd rather you didn't." You replied. The Kelpie wasn't fully under your control, so you might be held only partially responsible for its actions. But the faeries called you their 'princess', and awaited your command, so whatever they did tonight would be your responsibility. "Just disarm them for now, and leave the cannibalism to the evil Volkswagen Beetle."

The gangsters were fully focused on the haunted car and didn't even notice the faeries flying around in the docks.

"Yo, I think it's a super!" One of the gangsters was shouting. "Some kind of a shapeshifting healer that can change into a car! That's why it's got no drivers–"

"Keep shooting, you fucks!" Another gangster shouted, as the Kelpie was now visibly slower and taking longer to heal as a result of the endless barrage of bullets. "Wait, the fuck are those–"

The faerie swarm flew faster than human eyes could follow. The hardened urban gangsters lost their weapons, money, and dignity at the hands of an enemy they could neither see nor fight.

"Well, that answers an age-old question." You said in a morose voice, as you remembered a post you had seen ages ago in the 'versus debates' section of a sci-fi forum, debating who would win if Tinkerbell from Peter Pan took on a street gang from Los Angeles. "Tinkerbell would wreck the Bloods."

You watched as the gangsters scattered. They always pretended to be badass, ultraviolent, fearless thugs online. But once their guns were gone, they started crying and begging for mercy.

Like all pathetic bullies, the Droogs acted strong when tormenting those who couldn't defend themselves. But the moment someone fought back and took away their weapons, they revealed their true selves as spineless cowards.

You still had one summon left tonight. If you wanted, you could use it to hunt down every last gangster.

While you pondered whether to open the book again, the faeries brought you something you had not asked for. A small bag full of drug money. A few thousand dollars, at least.

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[] Take the money, you earned it.
[] No one would notice if you swiped a couple grands.
[] Deliver the money to the cops. You are a superhero, not a thief.
[] Write in.