"deep breaths" Hello, my friends, and welcome to a fresh review of
10.6 | Worm Last time there was this SUPER-WEIRD character that I honestly don't know what to think anymore about- Dragon- sacrificing her Suit to protect Skitter from being slaughtered by that rigged gun. I promised that I'm going to say few words about my theories involving Dragon and I want to keep my promise. Like I'm always doing
. So, there are 3 theories:
1)
A theory about Evil Dragon (this is the only theory that I don't want to ever turn to be true): The monstrous fetus who piloted the Suit is not a fetus at all but a Case 53- an adult/or probably a child who became like this because of experiments- Dragon is working in secret with those MAD SCIENTISTS responsible for Cases 53 and she's using some experiments for her Suits. Maybe the Dragonslayers never existed in the first place, Dragon "created" them to have an excuse for giving her technology to Case 53 Scientists, making Protectorate believe that someone is stealing it. Dragon is evil and she only pretends to be a hero for...whatever Case 53 Scientists are planning to do.
2)
Good Dragon (this is a theory I want to turn 100% true): Dragon is a honest heroine and the fetus is an artificial creation and nothing else. She have her moments of creepiness but she's a genius scientist after all (all genius scientists are a little crazy and eccentric, no matter how well meaning they're).
3)
Artificial Intelligence Dragon (a theory that I'd like 50% to become real because I don't like too much AIs, especially the most evolved ones. I'm afraid that they might either become terrible dangerous for humanity if they don't have severely limitations or someone with a demented mind might be able to control them and turn them against humanity for various reasons). I think that the real Dragon died long time ago and before she died she created an electronic copy of her mind- a some sort of AI- making it capable to operate and think just like her. This Dragon AI is very similar with the human Dragon, but seems to have limitations (since she doesn't kill if nobody orders her to do it) which is a GREAT thing. Any AI/robot should have like thousands of limitations, otherwise its going to turn bad. I noticed that she's very cold and calculated, she also told Hanah that she doesn't sleep, she seems to completely lack of human emotions. Of course, an AI doesn't have emotions, and even if they might appear to "feel" something, these "emotions" are artificial, there aren't real.
Ok, let's see how wrong or right I was about each theory
. I'm going to be pissed if not a single theory will turn to be true because I just can't think at something else when it comes to Dragon's true nature. This is all I have in my mind.
Now, please, Skitter, you can shatter Bitch's jaws as much as you want afterwards, but right now you're pretty busy fighting against Protectorate. Don't make something stupid attacking your traitor teammate instead of heroes.
The residual foam on my glove made my hand sticky as I reached into the compartment at my back and grabbed my baton. It took me two tries to get my thumb onto the button so I could whip it out to its full length.
I strode towards Bitch, weapon in hand. Tattletale hurried to catch up to me, turning to keep an uneasy eye on the ongoing fight with the Protectorate.
"Hey, Skitter!" Tattletale grabbed my shoulder.
I whirled to face her, hand clenching my baton. I could see the change in her expression as some piece fell in place for her.
"Shit," she swore, "Hey, listen-"
She didn't get a chance to finish. White smoke billowed around us. My first thought was that our adversaries were using some sort of bug spray.
The way today was going, it would be just my luck.
I held my breath and hurried out of the cloud, Tattletale following, and searched for the source. Assault was taking on Regent and Imp, while Grue and Shadow Stalker were dealing with Battery and Weld. Bitch and her dogs, on the other hand, were facing down Triumph. Not the matchup I would have chosen, taking on the guy with the sonic shout using dogs with sensitive hearing.
I almost went after Bitch right then and there, but self-preservation won out over any desire for retribution. As Tattletale and I made our way around the cloud, I spotted Miss Militia.
A black-green energy crackled in her hand, and she lobbed a grenade my way. I scrambled back, only for it to turn out to be another canister of smoke, billowing out between Miss Militia and me.
Why the smoke?
I'm glad you have a lot of self-control in order to not fuck things up, Skitter. I'm proud of you during moments like this. Bitch deserves a good beating but right now there are heroes who deserves more than her that promised good beating (just joking
, there are like two heroes that I adore, Weld and Miss Militia and I don't want them to get hurt, especially Miss Militia, since she's more vulnerable, but Undersiders have to escape somehow). Smoke? Why do I have the impression that Miss Militia is using insecticide against the Swarm? Its going to be a neat idea because nobody else have ever thought at it. If I were a Tinker hero, I'd create super-weapons filled with powerful insecticide so I would counter Skitter's attacks more efficiently.
The bees I had in the smoke were acting funny. I was surprised to find out why. I'd known that beekeepers used smoke to pacify the bees before collecting the honey. My assumption had been that it acted as a tranquilizer, putting them to sleep. In reality, it was forcing them to revert to instinctual behavior. It made them want to eat and feed and to flee. For those near enclosed spaces or even the corners of walls or the foundations of buildings, it made them adjust their wingbeats to divert the flows of oxygen.
If she'd been intending to use the smoke to screw with my insects, she'd underestimated my power. I canceled out the instincts and sent the bugs through the smoke, blind, feeling out for her. I found her running towards us, through the smoke.
"She's coming!" I shouted.
In retrospect, that was a mistake.
Much as I might have warned Tattletale and the others, I'd also informed Miss Militia on my location. I turned to run, but she was already raising her gun to fire with an ear-shattering crack.
From the way it cut past my bugs, and the wake of disturbed air the pellets left behind them I could only guess she'd just grazed me with a shotgun. I collapsed sideways to the ground, and the pain came a heartbeat later, radiating over half of my upper body, from my shoulder to my right butt cheek. I was guessing it was nonlethal ammunition – it could well have been lethal, for the sheer degree of hurt it delivered, if my costume had prevented it from penetrating.
Before she could shoot again, I directed my bugs to her hands and eyes, hoping to incapacitate her. I still had a small few of the capsaicin-loaded bugs, and sent them all her way.
As hard as it was to see in the smoke, there was still faint light. That light disappeared the instant Grue used his power.
Miss Militia was staggering and reeling as her hands and face lit up with stings and burns. The gun wasn't in her hands anymore, which meant we weren't at risk of getting shot. I sent more bugs across to the other members of the Protectorate, to try to disable them.
Tattletale fumbled around and found me in the darkness, clasped her hand around the same hand I held the baton with, and helped me to my feet. She gave me her support as we limped away. Nothing seemed to be broken, judging by what I felt.
The darkness disappeared after we'd traveled across the street. Grue greeted us. "Dragon?"
"Kaput, thanks to Tattletale," I spoke.
He looked back the way we'd come, "Damn that smoke. Listen, Tattletale, head down this street, wait for us. Skitter and I are going back in to find and retrieve the others."
"sighs" Miss Militia, you should have used super- insecticide, not the crap that you used. Anyway, its good that you weren't too smart, because Undersiders are free now like the birds in the sky- or flying parahumans
. Free with data to give it to Coil
. I just hope that I was wrong about what kind of information Coil asked Undersiders to steal for him or its going to be so corrupted that Coil would be unable to use it for whatever he's planning. Btw, speaking about Coil, I'm kind of glad that S9 appeared in the City of Madness to wrench shit. Because he can't take over the city anymore with those lunatics killing people left and right and this is a pretty huge blow in his plans. Anyone who'll mess with Coil's plans, directly or indirectly, is welcomed. That's the only reason I'm enjoying S9's presence.
I supposed that would be another benefit of using the smoke. If you didn't expect to be able to see, then it didn't hurt to deny your enemy that same privilege. Miss Militia had been thinking about this. If her team wasn't so sparse on members, she could have done a lot more damage.
"My bugs are telling me they're over there, there and there," I pointed in the direction of our teammates. "That's all I can do for you. I kind of got shot, not sure I'm up to running around."
His head snapped around to face me, "Shot?"
"I'm okay, it was nonlethal. I think," I assured him, "Go!"
He did, glancing over his shoulder to look at me before disappearing back into the midst of the darkness.
Tattletale and I made our escape. We got three blocks away before we found a spot to hide. Tattletale got out her phone and began sending messages,
presumably to Grue and Coil.
Our hiding place was the lobby of an apartment building. Boards had been placed over the windows, and there were signs that some people had camped out here, not long ago. It was otherwise similar to Grue's apartment complex. Less tidy, obviously.
"You okay?" Tattletale asked me.
"That question seems to come up a lot."
"I'm sorry. I knew the gun would inevitably overheat, and what little I could read off of Dragon told me she'd deal with that above anything else. I didn't think you'd be stuck there, too."
"No. Your gun thing there saved my skin. The real problem was…" I trailed off. I still had the baton in my hand – the residual containment foam meant I'd probably have to peel the glove away from the weapon. I clenched the weapon tight.
We sat in silence for nearly ten minutes before the rest arrived as a massed group. Shadow Stalker was limping, and two of the dogs were their normal size, draped across Bentley's back, but everyone was more or less intact.
Bitch's eyes widened fractionally as she saw me.
BITCH....YOU'RE COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FUCKED! I still like you, but I'm going to enjoy so much seeing Skitter breaking your spine with her baton
. Well, maybe not like this, but a pretty good beating will make wonders, probably teaching Bitch a lesson or two about BETRAYAL (as you already know, I'm very much against betrayal, I judged even Taylor when she planned to betray villains for heroes. People who betray friends/co-workers have zero morals in my eyes. The only exception for me to tolerate and even agree with the betrayal is if someone will betray a very evil person, who is going to put people's lives in danger and nobody can defeat them without the betrayal act. An example: if Creeper would ever betray Coil because he feels like Coil is very dangerous for everyone. Even if Creeper is a piece or shit and a traitor, I have to agree with him because his betrayal is the only way to stop Coil). I'm gonna give Bitch a second chance because she also felt betrayed by Skitter, but still she deserves a painful lesson. Also....awww, Grue is worried for Skitter being hurt, he still CARES for her, despite pretending that he's angry at her. Well, he might be angry at her for real, but he also cares for her well being
.
I was already standing, barely feeling the hurt from where I'd been grazed. Blood pounded in my ears, and I could feel the buzz of my insects.
"How-" she started. I didn't let her finish. My baton held in both hands, I struck her in the upper thigh. When she didn't fall, I let go of the baton and backhanded her. She toppled, and protests and shouts echoed around me.
It hurt. Damn it, I'd never really hit someone with my hands before. I wondered if I'd managed to break something.
There were still bugs on some of my teammates. I could sense them approaching, Grue and Imp moving to stop me. I ducked out of the way of their hands before they could grab me, and then held up my baton, menacing them. I cast a momentary glance towards Shadow Stalker, then augmented my voice with the buzzing and chirping of my swarm, "Don't."
"What the hell are you doing!?" Grue roared.
"Ask her," my response was barely above a growl.
Grue glanced down at Bitch, who was rubbing her chin, opening her jaw wide, as if testing it.
I dropped down to a crouch so quickly that my knee slammed into the ground. I grabbed the upper end of the baton and pulled it over Bitch's head, forcing the bar between her teeth, pulling back hard.
Grue moved to stop me once more, and I shook my head. He hesitated, then stopped.
Bentley was pacing towards me, snarling at the attack on his owner. I met his gaze with my own, unflinching, and he didn't lunge to attack, maybe because he didn't want to hurt his master in the process. I didn't break eye contact with the dog as I spoke with
the swarm buzzing in accompaniment, "Regent, this isn't for Shadow Stalker's ears."
"Got it," Regent spoke. Shadow Stalker moved to the bench by the elevators, sat down, and buried her face in her arms, covering her ears. Regent informed me, "She can't hear much of anything, now."
"Bitch," I pulled on the bar, eliciting more struggling from Bitch, "Just tried to fuck me over in the fight with Dragon. Shoved me into the foam."
Bitch made a muffled noise, then jabbed me in the side, where I'd been grazed by Miss Militia's shotgun. It hurt, and in the interest of keeping her from doing it again, I shifted my position so I could force Bitch onto her back against the ground, her head pinned down by my baton. She could still hit me and jab me, but my shins could take a lot more abuse than her jaw could. I belatedly realized I'd taken my eyes off Bentley, but he didn't maul me. When I looked up, I saw Tattletale had a grip on his chains.
"You're a coward, Rachel," I spoke, "You just did the very same thing you hate me for almost doing. You stabbed me in the back. You fucked over your own teammate."
She mumbled something around the bar. The look in her eyes made me seriously worry she would kill me when I let her go.
"I'm in a position to hurt you now, and I'm pissed enough to do it," I spoke, my voice low. "But I won't. This vendetta against me ends, now. You got your shot at me, you fucked it up. If you're still mad at me, you fucking better cope, got it!?"
She snarled out two muffled words. I suspected they were rude.
When I spoke next, I bent low and whispered the words for her and her alone, "When you're tossing and turning and trying to sleep, remembering what I did and said here and getting pissed off about it? Remember that you were the weak one. You embarrassed yourself, fucked up, you were the weakling, the wuss who couldn't even confront me face to face. And knowing you like I do? I'm betting it's going to gnaw at you. That's as much a punishment as I could inflict, I think. That's on you, not me.
"You said it yourself, a while back. It's a mistake to underestimate me. You want another shot at it, it had better be really damn good. Because if it isn't, I'm going to survive, I'm going to get away. And then I might break your jaw for real. For starters."
I'm going to cry with JOY!! Skitter became so fucking badass, she went all Punisher on Bitch, almost broke her jaws, she's so beautifully menacing and brutal but she also is merciless enough to give her another chance. I appreciate Skitter a lot for standing for herself, not giving a shit about what others might think about her actions (well, some of her actions are just plain wrong, but this time she's 100% right and nobody should judge her), she's so fearless and she can make people fear her so freaking easy. A true Crime Lady. Dinah, you're lucky that this girl wants so much to save you. Because she'll SAVE you. No matter what she have to do to reach this noble purpose, she'll do it, she'll be successful in whatever she'll do and she'll keep her promise made to herself. I TRUST Skitter probably more than she trust herself
.
I stood, removing the baton from her mouth and stepping away, to give her room to stand. Leaning against the wall, I pressed the button and collapsed the baton into the handle. I stared at her.
Working her jaw, she stood and glared at me. She either didn't have a response for me, or she did and her jaw hurt too much for her to try giving it. None of the others were jumping into the middle of this.
In the face of the silence, I offered one final comment, "I think I've already covered what happens if you want to continue this vendetta. Now I'm going to offer you a deal. Number three, I think, and my deals with you are usually pretty fair, if I may say so myself."
Her eyes narrowed.
"I fucked up, you fucked up, whatever. Insult for insult, blow for blow, I'd like to think we're even. So now I'm going to trust you to have my back. I'm going to put myself in more situations where you have a prime chance at fucking me over, backstabbing me, catching me at my most vulnerable. Because we can't function as a team any other way.
"I'm going to treat you like a damned teammate, Rachel, but I'll go one step further. You think you can put this behind you and satisfy yourself with what you tried to pull earlier tonight? Cool. Because if you're willing, I'll come with you to help take care of your dogs. I'll bring fucking lunch, if you want it. That's the deal I'm offering you, pissed as I am right now. I'll be your damn friend."
She looked away, down at the ground, scowling.
"Take it or leave it."
She decided to leave it, apparently. Bitch stomped away, slamming the door the moment Bentley passed through it, leaving the rest of us standing there in the rubbish-strewn apartment building.
Grue sighed audibly and looked over our group, "We'd better go. We should decide what we're going to do with Shadow Stalker, now."
"We could keep her," Imp spoke.
Skitter still offers her friendship to Bitch, despite everything. Skitter, stop being so adorable, OMG
! But she'll also tests Bitch, to see if she's going to betray her again. But I doubt that Bitch will repeat her mistake. She looked down at the ground, just like someone who's feeling guilty about what they did. I think she's feeling guilty but she's too proud or stubborn to admit it. Or she doesn't want to be perceived as a Beta by Skitter, who already proved to be a much more Alpha than even Grue. She wants to look strong, like she doesn't give a fuck, but she's not that good at pretending something she isn't. At least, if I got her body language right. Awww, Imp wants to keep R Shadow Stalker. I can't decide if this wish of hers is horrible or adorable, I think we can say that its adorrible. Keep R Shadow as much as you'd like, but I still feel bad for her family. They must be worried shirtless for her, they don't deserve this shit, they didn't do anything wrong.
Regent shook his head, "Nope. There are drawbacks to this, and one of them is that I lose control of anyone I'm controlling while I sleep. Better to get rid of her on my terms than have her trying to shoot me in the throat while I take a nap."
"And it's kind of fucked up," I spoke.
"I thought you were all-in," Regent said.
"I am. But that doesn't mean I'm an idiot," I retorted. "This kind of mind control-"
"Body control," Regent interrupted, his tone bored, "Her mind still belongs to her."
"Semantics. This kind of mind control is pretty high up there on the scale of fucked upness. People are going to respond to that. It might be the nudge they need to start responding to us with lethal force. Think of how different tonight would have played out if Dragon and Miss Militia hadn't held back."
"Sure," he shrugged. "Whatever. I don't know why you're arguing with me. I agree, we should get rid of her."
"What did you do, back in the old days?" Tattletale asked.
"Kept three people I used regularly, with my sister's help. But this is fine. Look, watch."
Shadow Stalker stood, lowering her hands and arms from around her head, and walked over to the door. She faced Regent.
"I'm letting you go," he spoke.
And then he did. She dropped to all fours on the ground, grunting. A second later, she was loading her bolt, spinning to point her crossbow at him. She stopped before firing.
"There's a catch," he spoke. "My power? Once I've figured someone out? It's a lot easier to control them, after. Any time you come near me, I can do this. I can use my power and retake control in the blink of an eye."
He had her raise her crossbow and point it at her temple. It was a tranquilizer dart, but the meaning seemed pretty damn clear.
"Next time I get control? I'm keeping you for a full day. Maybe two, if I feel like pulling an all-nighter. And here's the funny part," there was no humor in his voice, "I'm going to do it even if I'm in civilian clothes, if my power tells me you're in range. You won't even know when it's coming. You're now a liability to the Wards, and you won't ever know when or where I'm going to get control again…
"Unless you leave. Skip town. Join another team."
She nodded, slowly. The movement was jerky, which was peculiar. Was he giving her limited control of her own movements?
"Now let's walk you off to the other end of the city before I release you. I don't think you're quite stupid enough to try and follow us, but I think my teammates would be more comfortable if they were sure."
Shadow Stalker turned and walked through the door.
Regent looked at us, shrugged. "Good enough?"
"She might be mad enough to come after someone else in our group, but yeah. Good," Grue said. "Let's go deliver the stuff."
Ok, another weakness of Regent's power. Everytime when he sleeps, he's losing control over his puppets and they are free to kill him. But he also have an advantage meaning that he can take control again over his puppets anytime he wants without wasting hours torturing them first. AWESOME. He also have a sister with similar power. I'm betting on everything you want that this wild sister will appear later in the story and she'll be by Heartbreaker's side, naturally, doing whatever he tells her to do. She and Regent are going to use puppets to fight against each other, right? Its going to be fun, but NOT for their dummies. Shadow Stalker is free to go...to leave her family, Emma and The City of Lost Souls forever. I hope. But I still feel bad for her parents.
We didn't meet Coil in the underground base, and the people surrounding him weren't all the same uniformed mercenaries that had made up his entourage in our prior meetings. The meeting place was at the south end of the Docks, near the border to the downtown area, and it was closer in appearance to the refurbished, ramshackle building where I'd reunited with the Undersiders than anything else.
The building was an old quadruplex, and it had been reinforced with metal panels, sandbags and plastic sheeting to keep the interior crisp and dry, much as the other building had. Small rooms with bunk beds filled half of the lower level, with a bathroom, kitchen and living room taking up the rest.
Finding the lower level empty, we headed to the second floor and found an open space supported by two metal pillars. There were a half-dozen mercenaries with Coil, as well as a collection of people who looked like they had come from every walk of life.
Teenagers, professionals, and two guys that might have been capes – one thin, short guy with brown skin and a tattoo around his mouth, depicting a mess of sharp teeth penetrating the skin of his cheeks and lips. The other was burlier, shirtless, and wore a rusty, old fashioned looking mechanical rigging around his hands, with a bear-trap jaw plate. The frame seemed set up to hold metal claws around his fingertips while allowing his hands the full range of motion. He had a spiked collar of much the same style.
Coil sat in a black leather armchair, with a laptop set on the table beside him. Dinah was there, too. She sat at the base of the chair, on a cushion just beside Coil's feet, picking at the threads of her white dress with a dazed single-mindedness that told me she had probably received her 'candy' pretty recently.
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.................COIL, YOU FUCKING DISGUSTING PRICK! YOU'RE TREATING DINAH LIKE SHE'S A FUCKING ANIMAL, NOT A HUMAN BEING. What the hell?!? This is the most disturbing scene from this Arc, more disturbing than the one with Dragon Fetus. Omg, Coil, I so hope that S9 will SLOWLY torture and kill you in one timeline and Endbringers will tear out you limb by limb in the second timeline. I hate you so much that I want to personally crush your skull, rip out all of your limbs, then throw your torso down 10 storeys and then...then I'll jump down myself to see if you're still alive. And if you are...I'll finish the job. This is HOW MUCH I hate you. But you don't deserve to die. Death is too easy for you. You deserve to have your limbs amputated, your vocal cords severed and to be treated like an animal who can only crawl for the rest of your pathetic life.
"Undersiders. Tattletale informed me you were successful, despite complications. May I see it?"
Tattletale stepped forward and handed Coil the USB thumbstick. He plugged it into the laptop, then turned the computer so the middle-aged man to his left could type away.
"Data's corrupted, sir. Looks like the download was interrupted at the ninety-seven percent mark."
"Can you fill in the blanks?" Coil asked him.
"Probably. Will take some time. There's encryption. Good encryption. Maybe a few days, with the full team working on it?"
"Most likely it is Dragon's work," Coil spoke. "Let's assume it'll take a week, minimum. Perhaps Tattletale will be able to assist."
"Yes, sir."
"Priority number one, I want the data on the Slaughterhouse Nine."
I felt a chill, but didn't say anything. Was he intending to hire them? It would be a huge mistake in my book, if he was.
Regent asked the question for me, "The Slaughterhouse Nine?"
"At least some of their members have been seen in town, preying on the locals, disrupting recovery efforts. The recent chaos makes the city a playground for them," Coil spoke. "One of my teams is bound to run up against them soon."
"How likely is it?" Tattletale asked. She tilted her head in Dinah's direction. "Can you ask her?"
"I suppose." Coil put his hand on Dinah's head, stroked her hair, then slid his hand down the side of her face until he could place his fingertips under her chin, raise her head to look at him, "Pet?"
COIL'S GESTURES TOWARDS DINAH ARE BORDERLINE PEDOPHILE! This man is insane, he treats her like an animal but also like....a sexual prey. I can recognize these sick bastards from a mile distance. So, the data is corrupted as I predicted but its about S9, not heroes. This is the only good thing during this Coil's meeting. Heroes' identities are safe. I swear, if Coil and his soldiers (except for Undersiders/Travelers/Faultline's Crew) will get attacked by S9, I'm gonna cheer for S9, I fucking swear. Even if they're sick fucks, hope they'll manage to kill Coil.
It was disturbingly intimate in a way I'd rather not think about. No, not intimate. That was the wrong word for the impression I was getting. Possessive. I looked away.
"Yes?" Dinah asked.
"Likelihood that one of my groups encounters the Slaughterhouse Nine?"
"Who?"
He moved to take the laptop, and the middle-aged man stepped back to let him. He typed for a few seconds, then turned it around so Dinah could see. It was a gallery of images.
"Bonesaw." he spoke. The girl on the screen looked barely older than Dinah, maybe the same age as Aisha. The image showed her wide-eyed, a spray of dried blood painted her face at a diagonal.
No, Skitter, I think its both INTIMATE and POSSESSIVE. I don't want to think about what Coil would like to do to Dinah (or he maybe already did), so I better not think about "shudders". Alright, time to get to know these fuckers. BONESAW- she's a fucking child. Great, my weakness. A child probably forced to work for these murderers or she's so crazy that she became willingly part of the team. Judging by her name, she's either a biology manipulator like Amy (I'm not sure about Amy's classification. Is she a Breaker? A Striker?) OR a medical Tinker. I think I'm gonna feel pity for this child, even if I might end up hating her in the same time
. Blame my excessive weakness for children.
"Shatterbird." A dark-haired, brown-skinned woman with a helmet covering the upper half of her face, in a beak shape. I was reminded of Iron Falcon, the boy I'd tried to help, who'd died in the Endbringer attack. From what I'd read, Shatterbird usually used her power as the Nine arrived in a city, to maximize panic and terror. I supposed they were flying under the radar for now.
Fuck, I'd have to do something about my costume, just in case.
So far it seems to be only girls in this group lol. There's going to be at least a man too, right? Because any respectable group of fucked up villains in Worm-verse should have their OBLIGATORY MALE LEADER. Wildbow taught me this
Shatterbird can probably fly and have a great attack, maybe she can shatter.... glass because Skitter told herself that she have to do something with her costume (she have lenses and glasses that might be easily shattered). Yep, Shatterbird might shatter glass which is a VERY DANGEROUS THING to do. She can kill so many people by flying close to their homes and shattering every glass right in their face.
"Crawler." No portrait, this time. It was a still from a surveillance camera, a misshapen silhouette, not even humanoid, in a shadowy area. I'd come across stories about him when I'd been researching possible superhero names for myself. Not pretty.
Crawler is confirmed male, he's either a monster created by a Tinker, a Case 53 (not all Cases 53 are nice people like Weld, Newter and Gregor, I'm sure) or a human turned into a monster by his powers. Or maybe he's the Tinker and he experimented on himself. Creepy.
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Another long-distance shot. The figure was standing by Bonesaw in the photograph, with other hulking figures within the shadows of the background. He stood almost twice her height, and he looked artificial. His body was in pieces, each section wrapped in a hard shell of ceramic or plastic or white-painted metal – I couldn't be sure. His joints were a mix of loose chains and ball joints. A Tinker with a body-modification fetish. I couldn't say how much of the transformation was his own power and how much was Bonesaw's work.
...................."deep breaths".........
I think I need all the hugs in the world. Tomorrow I'm going to visit my parents (I live alone) to hug them because I really need someone to hug me. This is so fucked, man, this is beyond fucked. I finally found a character that I'm going to HATE more than Coil. Fucking Mannequin, fucking Mannequin. He's a fucking super-crazy Tinker who turned himself into a literal mannequin for shit and giggles. I don't know much about him but I already hate him, I HATE him, I want him to stop existing. He shouldn't have any right to exist. I also think he was the one responsible for the chain-corpse. OMG, I hate this chapter, filled with pedophiles and mannequins. The first part was great but it went downhill during Coil's meeting. Alright....Bonesaw being a medical Tinker confirmed.
"The Siberian." A woman, naked from head to toe, her body painted in alternating stripes of jet black and snow white. She had gone up against the Triumvirate – Legend, Alexandria and Eidolon – on a dozen occasions, and she was still around to talk about it. Or around, at least. From what I'd read, she didn't talk.
Siberian....a mute woman who can probably turn into an invincible siberian tigress, that's the reason why she's naked, have that skin color and codename. Also, she's an invincible tigress because she fought Triumvirate and wasn't captured or killed by them so far. Probably she's also cannibalistic. Still, not even half as creepy as fucking Mannequin.
"Burnscar." Younger, maybe an older teenager or a young-looking twenty-something. She looked almost normal, with her dark hair badly cut, but then I saw the vertical row of cigarette burns marking each of her cheeks, and a faint glow to her eyes.
Burnscar is pretty easy. She's like Lung or Spitfire, she have fire based powers. She's the one responsible for the burned to crisp corpse. She also seems to mutilate herself, she probably is masochistic. Fucking crazy bitch.
"Hatchet Face." This was one I hadn't even heard of. The man didn't wear a mask, and his head was shaved. He looked like he had been beaten, burned and just plain abused so often that his face was as much scar tissue than flesh, and he didn't look like he'd been handsome to begin with.
Hatchet Face is S9's SCAPEGOAT. Every member abused him, Burnscar burned him and probably fucking Mannequin, Bonesaw and Crawler (if he's also a Tinker) took turns to make various experiments on him. Should I feel bad for him or not? Because I kind of feel bad for him right now. Maybe he's an unwillingly "member", a hostage.
"Jack Slash." Jack looked like someone on the attractive side of average, his dark hair cut short and styled with gel. His beard and moustache were immaculately trimmed so that each had a serrated edge, and his shirt was wrinkled, only half buttoned so his hairless upper chest showed. He had kind of a Johnny Depp look to him, though he had more of a widow's peak, a longer face and lighter eyes. Good looking, if you looked past the fact that he was a mass murderer. He held a small kitchen knife in the photo.
This Jack Slash (he's using his real name as codename. Fantastic) dude is a fucked up combination between a handsome man, one of my FAVORITE ACTORS ("sighs" poor Johnny
) Jack the Ripper and Jack Noir from Homestuck. I bet he's the most sadistic one (along with fucking Mannequin) out of everyone else and he uses his charisma and good looks to trick you into believing that he's a nice guy then when you'll let your guard down, he'll start to SLAUGHTER THE HELL OUT OF you with his small kitchen knife. I have no idea about his power: maybe its something related to mind control, these FUCKERS need a piece of shit like this in their team otherwise they won't be FUCKERS enough (I really, really dislike villains with mind/emotions/body control powers. Regent is an exception because I like him and he's not that bad).
The list ended and they're only 8. Either someone of them died or Coil doesn't have information about the missing member. A thing is certain. I'm going to have more fun with these over-powered, sadistic, psycho fuckers than I have with Coil. Except for Mannequin. This thing should stop existing as soon as possible . I'm going to continue tomorrow with this LOOOOOOOOOOONG chapter. Good night and sleep well, my lovely, adorable friends. 
