AN: Arc 2 begins for real! Time for Greg to start learning to deal with the things he used to think hated him, to stand up to his problems, and triumph over...wait, what does that title say? Self control? Oh man, did you forget you were a teenager, Greg? I know some adults who still haven't figured self-control out! Way to start off with one of the hard ones…
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2.1: Dealing With Self-Control
GstringGirl: so, i read all the notes you gave me, and i gotta say...
Me: Yeah? What did you think?
GstringGirl: ...your protagonist is a complete and total idiot!
Me: Ouch. I resemble that remark! But seriously, aside from that what did you think?
GstringGirl: he's a wuss! he runs away from everything and has no self-control
Me: Well, to be fair he's 15, panics a lot, and need I repeat myself...he's 15.
GstringGirl: so is that why you called all his enemies dumb stuff? because he's dumb?
GstringGirl: like that nazi! you couldn't come up with a better name than 'knife guy?'
Me: He had a knife, he was a guy. To a 100lb weakling, that's practically unbeatable.
GstringGirl: ok...but if he was so weak, why do your notes say he fought Lung once?
Me: Well...the thing about that is...uh...reasons?
GstringGirl: for that matter, how did he even find him? I mean, why was even Lung there?
Me: It's a requirement in Brockton Bay cape fanfics. They all have to fight Lung at some point.
GstringGirl: what, so Lung is just standing around in Brockton Bay, waiting to be fought?
Me: Not exactly, but as a power copier, this fic is going to have a lot of cape interactions.
GstringGirl: it can't all be fighting though, he should probably meet them in street clothes too
Me: Eh, with his taste in fashion, that actually might make them all run away from him.
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[Sunday, Dec 26, 2010]
"Hey Greg, looking sharp!"
"Thanks!" I pointed back at the speaker, snapping both fingers and firing my finger guns at them. They grinned at me and nodded, as I turned and showed off my sweet new spread of clothing. "Check this out. I'm hero material, head to toe!"
Indeed, Christmas had been good to me, and for once it wasn't all just a mish-mash of clothing and gift cards. No, in this case it was a very specific piece of clothing...and a bunch of gift cards, which I guess was a welcome change of pace. The gift cards were all in my desk drawer, waiting for me to figure out the best way to use them, but right now I just enjoyed looking good.
On my head was an Armsmaster knit cap, efficiently crafted to deflect the maximum amount of wind while also keeping enough heat for warmth. My shoes were the same brand, and while they might have been a few months old they had the same water-resistance...as well as microfibers that supposedly wicked sweat away, probably storing it in some sort of hidden pocket dimension.
Wait, that might just be my imagination. Eh, whatever. At least they're not exploded in a hospital.
My jeans were one of my usual old pairs, but the green of Miss Militia and a flag logo branded my butt as the property of the USA. My socks were also her brand, not that anyone would have known, but since it was chilly this morning a pair of shorts was probably out of the question. My shirt was one of my limited edition ones, barely worn and showing Scion in beautiful gold and brown...but the real treasure was what covered it.
Perhaps they'd noticed that my wardrobe had far too much red and green in it, especially after the whole "ABB cosplay" thing, but my parents had found a nice way to nudge me in a new direction. My number one favorite hero, Eidolon, had a new jacket in his clothing line that had just come out, and I was the proud owner of one of the 10,000 made so far. I proudly stretched my arms out, enjoying the full range of movement despite the sort of stiff leather feel it had.
"Wow, that looks amazing, Greg." I looked over my shoulder, nodding in reply and turning back around. "Hey, Greg, the color is really amazing, but why's there stuff on the lining as well?"
"Oh, well that's the best part!" I laughed, sliding the jacket off (something I'd done a dozen times now) and displaying it. The coloration was similar to Eidolon's costume, a blue-green that slowly shifted to green-white as it reached the sleeves. It even had a built-in hood like his costume that could be stored in the neck. But the real surprise was what else it could do. "Check this out!"
I flipped the jacket inside out, then slipped it back on and revealed the exact same jacket...but with Alexandria's black and Legend's blue, a mix of silver and grey between them. This was meant to signify the connection between the three members of the Triumvirate, and also meant that I was basically getting two jackets for the price of one. No longer would people tease me for wearing the same thing all the time!
Now they can tease me for wearing the same TWO things all the time. Much better.
"That's amazing, Greg! It really-"
"Greg, who the heck have you been talking to?" Dad opened my door, looking around and seeing that I was alone in my room. It was clean enough that he could move around inside, but still made a bit of a show of looking under the bed and in the closet. Finally, he turned a wry smile my way and...paused.
Dad had promised to try and tone down the humor when it came to my social awkwardness and odd habits, and I instantly felt my heart go out to him for catching himself so fast. I know that I would have had to screw that up at least a few dozen times to get it right, with copious feedback from my conversation partners. I quickly moved to fill the sudden silence, turning my jacket back to normal as I did so.
"It's okay Dad, I know it was kind of strange. I was just practicing showing off my sweet new jacket, in case I run into anyone and they want to try complimenting me for a change." I slipped the jacket back on and crossed the room, giving him an out. I'd noticed both him and Mom being a lot more complimentary the past few hours, so this was a Grade-A opportunity for just such a-
"If they're not complimenting you, son, then they don't know what they're missing out on." Ah, there it was. I made sure to smile widely, the first step in my attempts to fix my relationships (at GstringGirl's advice) being to express my emotions better. Dad grinned back, and caught me with a one-armed hug as I got nearby. He stealthily leaned in to whisper, "Also, I've got your mother distracted for a few hours, so go ahead and end that grounding a bit early."
"Really?" I whispered back, glancing in the mirror as if to check my own reflection for verification. "Can you do that? I mean, this is Mom we're talking about. Remember the time you told me I could watch Nightmare on Elm Street and then she grounded both of us for a weekend?"
"To be fair, we'd have gotten away with it if you hadn't started screaming during the scene with the...you know what, never mind." He shook it off, probably remembering that I'd only started screaming because he'd flipped out when Freddy did that thing with the bed. "George is trying to convince her to go on some kind of vacation thing, so she's stuck with him for a while. Go on."
He made motions with his arms, as if shooing me away, and I immediately headed for the door. Then, as if remembering something, I stopped and came back for a minute.
One hug later, and about 15 seconds after that, and I was out the door.
Time to go into town and show off my sweet new duds!
***
"Oh my god, what a total dweeb! Can you believe this guy?"
Well, I got their attention, at least. That's step one, probably. Good job so far?
My plan had been going so well, despite a few hiccups along the way. I had taken a bus into the denser parts of town, figuring I'd start at the Boardwalk and walk around a bit. I didn't have much money on me, but I could look for some nice after-Xmas sales and remember them for later. Plus, this was an excellent chance to try a few of the suggestions I'd gotten from both my mother and GstringGirl.
Surprisingly, their advice had been remarkably similar on the subject of improving social skills. Though one had made the suggestions via books and conversation, and the other through chat messages and websites, they both came down to very similar lines.
Although, I don't know GstringGirl's actual age. For all I know she's a mom with bad grammar.
Anyway, both had told me not to try and rush a friendship right off the bat (like I'd been doing for years at school), but instead to treat it more like getting into a hot bath. Look at the water, dip your toe, ease your way in, and then relax until you're used to it. Actually, that had been Mom's analogy. GstringGirl's was more about how Crawler adapted to lava that one time.
Either way, that was one of the main reasons for my sweet all-cape outfit. Not only to show off my amazing jacket, but also because it made me stand out. The point of this walk and my easy-going expression was to practice conversation with random people. Given the number of cape fans in Brockton Bay, there was no doubt that I'd eventually run into someone who wanted to trade words, and then I could work on talking to them without stress or fear.
"Look at him, is he gonna cry? Hey Veder, are you sad we don't like your baby clothes?"
Unfortunately, I just had to run into two of my worst enemies:
Emma Barnes, and the faceless mass of bullies known as Emma's Entourage
"No, I was just wondering if I should..." I trailed off, looking anywhere but at her grinning face. The girls had all been clustered around the window of a high-end clothing store, chatting about something, and I'd made the mistake of walking over to see what the commotion was. Now I was remembering all the things I hated about her, and felt vindictive. "...call the cops on you."
Rather than recoil in fear or plead with me not to ruin her life, Emma burst out laughing. Her cronies joined in, and she slowly stalked forwards until we were only a few feet apart.
"I'm not sure if you know this, geek," Emma smiled, tossing her hair over one shoulder, flicking her fingers as if I was a speck of dirt. "But hurting peoples' feelings isn't a criminal offense. If it was, then maybe hurting other senses would be illegal as well, and that whole outfit would be enough to get you thrown in the Birdcage!"
I went stock still, my face frozen in fear, and they all started calling and laughing again. They probably thought that I had just crumbled under some sick burn, but in reality I was shocked that she somehow knew I was a parahuman. Had she known that I triggered, connected the dots?
No, wait, she was probably just making a play off the Birdcage being the worst jail ever...
...and my clothes, being a fashion crime. Well, whatever, that's just like, her opinion, man.
"N-no, I didn't mean that at all!" My voice might have cracked a bit, and they started another round of laughter as Emma turned to walk away. I gave them a moment to calm down, and then threw out my sick burn. "I mean the way you tried to get me killed by the E88, Emma."
Emma stopped. She held up a hand and her friends went silent. Then she turned around.
Why is she smiling? All I need are the phone records and she'll be...oh no.
"If you had any proof, that might mean something, Veder." Emma came closer, putting a hand on my cheek as if we were lovers. I flinched away a little, and her smile curved a bit more than I would have liked. Despite that, she continued to talk, lowering her voice. "Do you have any actual records of a phone number leading you somewhere? Or...is this just a Red Herring?"
Shit, I'm an idiot. That was the screen name she was texting me from. She played me.
"Y-you, you can't just-" I gritted my teeth, feeling like her eyes were burning into mine. "You can't do this to people. It's not right, I could have been k-killed."
"Then maybe in the future you should stay down in the gutter, with the rest of the weaklings."
I started to reply, but then she stepped forwards and slapped me, hard. I felt a ringing in my ears, and staggered to the side until I slammed into the glass near the door to the clothing store. I dimly saw someone inside hand something off to another patron and then walk towards me, but I was too busy trying to get my feet under me and-
"Hey, can you guys please keep it down?" An oddly familiar voice caught my attention, and I turned to see someone who was blonde, beautiful, and...wow. I couldn't stop staring at her. "Some of us are trying to get these sales before all the good stuff is gone, and...hello?"
"Sorry, he was...he was...wow." Emma had sounded apologetic (in that fake voice she always used when she got caught bullying Taylor), but then trailed off part way through. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she was staring, just as I was, at this vision of beauty in front of me, and I immediately cursed myself for daring to dedicate any of my attention to anything but this-
Wait, what was I thinking about?
"Sorry about that, I sometimes let my temper get the best of me." The woman...who was still beautiful, but now no longer taking up every ounce of my brain, apologized. "Was there some kind of problem out here?"
I glared at Emma, as if daring her to try something (secretly hoping she wouldn't), and she seemed to decide that it wasn't worth causing a scene. More likely, she didn't want me to loudly accuse her of nearly getting me killed by nazis. Instead, Emma just started to talk about her adoration of the one who had just been messing with our minds a moment earlier.
I was staring at the woman as well, but it was for a slightly different reason. Now that I was able to actually think, I recognized her as Victoria Dallon, or Glory Girl of the Independent group called New Wave. One of the few (for a good reason) groups of heroes that had willingly unmasked, they were all very well-known in Brockton Bay for their powers, deeds, and appearances.
Victoria in particular was a knockout blonde, dressed in normal clothing that nonetheless looked stunning on her. I knew nothing of fashion, but the way Emma was going (as Victoria seemed to preen at the attention) it must have been amazing. I was looking at the hero as well, although I was looking at something that Emma probably didn't care that much about...
Her powers. I was looking at her powers. I mean, she was beautiful but...powers!
There were four of them, although it seemed like my power couldn't decide whether the last one was actually two powers. As usual, they had an odd theme that was probably personal to Victoria in some way.
Why do they look like that? It's like Wind, or maybe Tornadoes? Hurricanes? Air?
The first power was a powerful wind, and I was calling it Gale Force. It felt like anything that came into contact with it would be deflected or knocked off course. It was probably the force field she had, which I'd heard was capable of deflecting bullets, rocks, and punches from the toughest of Brutes. What was odd was the way this power also felt like it was just about to run out with every gust...but the air kept coming. I wasn't sure what that meant.
The second power made me glad I'd watched Total Recall, because this was obviously some kind of air pressure. I decided to call it Heavy Wind, and decided that it must have been her super strength. It crushed everything it came into contact with, which explained why she sometimes got accused of control issues. What was strange was the way it felt like it was connected in some way to Gale Force, making me wonder if it was like Velocity's birds…
The third power was a glorious breeze, and despite not being that strong it felt like it could lift anything. As if just touching it would let me pull right off the ground, move around as easily as the birds, and touching down to Earth would be entirely optional. This was her flight, I guessed.
But this last power (powers?), this is just strange. Is it two powers or one?
The last power, I decided, was meant to be two powers. Somehow it had been crammed together as one power, but it felt like it was wildly out of control. Fitting, then, that it was a Tornado. One moment it was majestic, awe-inspiring, and beautiful...I wanted to touch it, to hold it, to...love it...
Then without warning, it shifted into a horrifying, destructive, monster of a storm. I briefly saw her looking at me, but I was so startled that I cast my eyes to the sidewalk, trying not to think about the power looking at me.
So, that's why the rumors of her having a fear aura or love aura are so widespread.
"So, did you have fun staring at her boobs, Veder?" Emma's voice cut into my thought process, and I looked up to see the door closing and Emma regarding me as if I was something she'd scraped off her shoe. Whatever kind fangirl she'd been a moment ago had vanished, leaving only the Dark Bully Queen of Winslow. "Glad I could make your Christmas wish come true."
"I wasn't looking at that!" I panicked, looking around and seeing that Emma's entourage hadn't heard her (to her annoyance, they were still chattering about seeing Victoria) and neither had most of the passers by. I grasped for something to say, going with, "I was impressed by her...clothes."
"Yeah, I'll bet." Emma rolled her eyes, walking past me and bumping me with a shoulder as she passed. I stumbled a bit, though not into the glass again, and caught myself. "Like you know anything about clothes with a half-ass costume like that knockoff jacket on."
Annoyed, I started to stalk after her, two of her bigger friends stepping up to block me. Any one of them was more than a match for me, the boy with the physique of a scarecrow, but even with that in mind I didn't find myself backing down. Their eyes on me made me feel powerful, and I grinned as their attention made me feel strong. I was the center of attention.
Maybe my grin had them feeling off, because they suddenly looked worried about something. I widened the grin, and they backed up a bit as I stood there staring them down. I could actually feel a sort of pressure in my skull, like a headache that didn't hurt, and pressed harder on it as my new power drifted closer to the rest of those ungrateful-
Wait, new power? Oh crap, I must have grabbed something by accident.
Trying to play my sudden panic off as a lack of interest in them, I scoffed and crossed my arms. As I looked inside myself, I pretended to look down on the two girls dismissively. It was made easier by the fact that both were a few inches shorter than me, and perhaps helped by my attempt to mimic the same sort of stance I'd seen Lung take. Both looked confused.
Yep, there it is. I have the Bipolar Tornado. Hmm, good name for it. Let's just switch that…off.
As if a switch had literally been flipped, both girls lost the uncomfortable feeling that had come over their stances and glanced at each other. Neither said a word, and they quickly turned and rejoined their herd of free-range Followers. They were probably too afraid to admit that they'd been worried about a skinny weirdo, and would write it off as nothing.
Wow, great self-image there, Greg.
Ignoring my own self-recrimination for being down on myself when I had a power that made people afraid of me, I started trying to figure the power out. Emma appeared to be done messing with me (for now), and instead was giving the others a play-by-play of Victoria's fashion choices. She supposedly worked as a model or something, so I guess she was an expert.
I, on the other hand, was an up-and-coming expert on parahuman powers, so I was doing some research of my own. I was looking deep within myself, trying to figure this new power out.
And if the power activated by accident and made some bullies a bit uncomfortable, big deal.
My version seems pretty weak, and it's not like this is a Master effect, right?
***
It took a few minutes, but I more or less figured the power out. I wasn't sure if this power was pheromones, lights, hypnotism, some combination of them all, or...power bullshit. Whatever the actual pathway from me to others was, it created an aura about ten feet around me.
There was a pressure in my mind, like a new muscle I'd never felt before, and I decided that must be like the kink in a garden hose. When I turned it off, I felt a pressure in my mind increase a bit. Turn it on, and the pressure would vanish.
Wow, that must be why she always forgets she has it on. It's an actual effort to suppress it!
Following that was the startling realization my emotions determined the intensity of the effect. If I thought about something that annoyed me (that one girl who kept popping her gum), the girls to my left got a bit antsy. If I tried something that made me mad (like how Emma had nearly gotten me killed) they'd physically shift away from me, sometimes without realizing it until they bumped into someone.
Okay, now let's try the Love/Awe version. Maybe if I twist it...like this? That was easy enough.
Now, what would make me happy? Ha, what a dumb question. Where to even start?
I noticed suddenly that Emma had gone quiet. I glanced over at them, wondering if this was the point when she was finally going to just tell me to buzz off already. I'd been standing here for several minutes, after all. I was sure that at any moment she was going to tell me off and have her friends give me a shove to drive the point home.
But what I actually saw made that whole line of thought grind to a halt. Emma and the others were staring at me, smiles on some faces and slack jaws on others. It wasn't like before, when they'd been happy to see a target or amazed at how dumb I was, no.
This was actual Awe, Adoration, and...Love? They were looking at me as if I was the greatest thing in the world, a hero worthy of the eyes of millions. Everything I had hoped for, right in front of me with none of the effort I had been so nervous about. It was all right here.
This is what I wanted. Respect, love, adoration, and...friends.
Right here. Right now. My dream can come true.
For a brief, heartstopping moment, I had a little daydream.
***
In my dream, I was surrounded by everyone. Friends, family, classmates, and even new people.
All my social issues were just completely ignored, and everyone accepted me for who I was.
My parents and brother were proud of me, and I didn't feel like I needed to be different for them.
I could wear the clothes I wanted to, without being made fun of. Some people even copied me.
I could tell jokes without people getting mad or feeling uncomfortable. They all laughed with me.
I could ask questions without being insulted, and actually learn what I was doing wrong.
I could meet new people without being afraid, and be able to make mistakes and gaffes.
More than any of that, even when I messed up, people would love me. They'd appreciate me.
And if they didn't? I could make them fear me. I could have friends to defend me.
I'd never be afraid again. I'd never be alone again.
Or...would I be more alone than ever? Especially when the power wears off...
Yeah, I'd get in trouble, but wouldn't it be worth it, just for a little bit?
No. I'd be letting myself down. I'd be letting them all down.
No, this wasn't worth it. There were so many things wrong with thinking like this. It would be fake, like those kids who used to pretend to be my friend and then prank me. Hell, I would basically be like a bully, forcing people to like me against their will instead of letting them choose. Instead of letting my own charm, sense of humor, and creativity convince them.
But the thing that bothered me most of all was how similar it was to the plans I'd made as a child...the same ones I'd rejected weeks ago. I was letting my dreams of revenge, of impressing others, and of making a new life instead of fixing the old one back into my head. This wasn't the type of person I wanted to be, the sort who just let his powers fix his problems. I had just spent a week learning (with the exception of the thing with Lisa) that a life like that was a dream.
But man, it was a really nice dream, huh? Something to look forward to, I guess.
This, though? This was wrong. I was acting like a villain.
It was exactly what Kaleidoscope had warned me about. I was being a goddamn idiot and testing my powers out on civilians. I had lied to myself that it didn't matter because they were bullies, but that was wrong. I'd let myself get drunk on power, lower my standards, and fail.
I have to be better than this. Better than them. Need to hold myself to a higher standard.
I clamped down on the power, and the dream ended.
***
"Sorry, what were you saying about that belt, Emma?" I called out, and the girl in question shook her head, looking at me oddly for a moment. She glanced at the others and seemed to realize that they had gone silent as well. Rather than think about anything else (like why she'd just been staring at me), she immediately recovered.
"The...belt. Yes, the belt!" Emma gestured grandly at Victoria, who was holding a white belt up to her dress. I knew nothing about why it did or didn't work, but Emma was treating this like some sort of Master's level thesis, ending with her guarantee that a "fellow fashionista like Vicky" would certainly pick the belt.
Which is why it was so funny that she tossed the belt to a clerk, shrugging as the woman put it back on the shelf. It made me chuckle, seeing Emma's slack jaw as her whole big explanation crumbled to dust around her. She whirled to glare at everyone laughing…
Oh wait, I'm the only one who actually laughed out loud. Whoops. Eh, sorry not sorry.
"What, you think you know fashion and clothing better than me, Veder?" Emma looked as if she was going to stomp over and hit me again, but instead hid her mouth behind her hand and giggled. "You probably get all your clothing tips from comic books and video games, what do you know? Go on, Veder, regale us with your knowhow!"
Her friends chuckled, and I should have felt the usual surges of anxiety and embarrassment flowing through me like water through a firehose. She waved a hand at me, as though she was a knowledgeably professor and was doing the whole "would you like to teach the class" thing. I really felt like I should have been stuttering, mumbling, or beating a hasty retreat.
..but instead I just felt kind of happy. They were all looking at me, expecting something, and for some reason that felt really good. On some level I knew that it was Victoria's personality, making me love having them watch me. Maybe this explained some of her actions, and why she sometimes went a bit overboard by accident. It was nice being the center of attention, wasn't it?
Know what? They want to see something amazing? They want a show? Let's give them one.
"You're right, Emma, I actually don't know that much about fashion." I smiled at her, watching her face light up, and then quickly continued before she could regain the upper hand. "In fact, one of the reasons I've been standing out here was because I wanted to get my courage up, to ask someone who knows a lot about it for some tips. I think I'm ready now. I'm ready to learn!"
"Well, it's not something that can exactly be learned overnight, especially in a case as...remedial as yours." She put on an innocent face, eyes glinting as her friends began to chuckle over whatever hilarious joke she was leading up to. "But I suppose I-"
"Oh I wasn't talking about you." I cut her off, relishing the moment as her face fell. Instead of thinking about her anger, I thought about the look on Mom and Dad's faces, when I had put on my new jacket and hugged them both. I wasn't using the power, I was just using my own memories to overcome my worries. Emma's attempt to retake the conversation fell flat, and I snidely added. "You obviously don't know as much as you think, and someone who can't admit when they're wrong isn't someone I trust to teach me anything."
Now comes the hard part. Deep breath, turn, and…
"Later, girls. I'm going to ask some real experts." I waved dismissively at them, then opened the door to the clothing store and entered. I sauntered up to the front desk, taking my time so it didn't look like I was running, and not looking behind myself no matter how much I wanted to.
Inside was a spacious, oddly relaxed area, various mannequins and racks set up to show off clothing in the most extravagant lighting, colors, and materials possible. Victoria was off to my left, having just stepped into what looked like a changing area, and aside from a few other women at the opposite end of the store the place was oddly empty for this time of day.
I also can't help but notice that they're all watching me. Nice entrance. Stay calm.
"Can I help you?" I stopped my inspection of the store and looked across the checkout counter (an impressive swooping thing made of shiny marble) at the clerk, who was looking at me with an odd expression on her face. I stole a glance at her nametag (Ren), then gave an easygoing smile.
"Sure thing Ren, I was actually hoping to get a bit of advice." I pretended to look around the store, as if checking out the latest styles, leaning on the counter and trying to look as casual as possible. I smiled at one of the women across the store, then added, "I actually know very little about fashion, but was hoping that I could get some tips from an expert. One of the girls out there claimed to be one, but she's also a horrible human being, so…"
"We might be able to help with that, but...you do know that this is a women's clothing store, right?" I startled, nearly sliding off the counter (in my defense, that swoopy thing made it hard to find purchase...heh, purchase) before I caught myself. I turned to face Ren, and saw that she had a full-blown grin on her face now. "I mean, I'm the last one to call someone out on dressing different from what society expects, so I can probably steer you in the right direction."
"Well, that is...the thing about that is…" I stared at Ren, in shock.
"Hey, Ren, this dude giving you trouble?" I heard Victoria's voice behind me, but didn't even turn around. "Want me to maybe show him the door?"
"Nah, I can handle it Vicky. I think he actually wants to learn about fashion, but may have bitten off more than he can chew. You got a few minutes to kill for a crash course in clothes?"
"You kidding?" Victoria laughed, and I heard a noise that sounded a lot like her slamming one fist into her other palm. "Between the two of us girls, he'll be lucky to survive!"
Victoria's words made me want to turn and make a funny comment, but I didn't.
My own cape-geekdom made me want to turn and thank a hero I love, but I didn't.
What had happened with Emma made me want to turn and explain myself, but I didn't.
Hell, even Ren's grin made me want to escape a little…but I didn't.
I just kept staring straight ahead, at Ren.
More specifically, at her parahuman powers.
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AN: Next time on From Hated to Hero: Well, Greg wanted an expert, and now he's got two! Hopefully that confidence he picked up from Victoria helps, but it seems like there's more than just confidence attached to her power. Also, who's this other parahuman, what's her deal?