Let's read Worm and its sequel Ward by Wildbow (One chapter/every day)

Of course I'll encourage Undersiders, they're NOT murderous beasts who kill countless of innocent and defenseless people in cold blood. And I hate Mannequin and Burnscar, because they're completely heartless monsters who kill innocent people without blinking. Why should I feel sorry for Burnscar? Because she's insane? Because she lied Elle that she feels sorry for killing? That she ever feels remorse for her victims? No, she doesn't have any remorse for the countless of people she killed and she'll continue to kill. If she felt remorse, she'd have stopped, for God sake. She'd have helped Undersiders/Travelers to fight against S9, defeat them then she'd have surrender and go to Birdcage. Or in an asylum to be kept on medication for her entire life. Or kill herself. She have choices, but if she CHOOSE to continue to help S9, then she clearly LIKES what she's doing. I hold no pity or compassion for monsters, sorry, my friend, but you'll not convince me to stop judging them because I'll always judge them. Monsters should be treated like monsters. Not try to understand them, this is the priest's or therapist's bussiness. And I'm not priest neither therapist. I'm someone who know that monsters who doesn't want to redeem themselves can be stopped only through their complete eradication.
And yes, I'm by Undersiders' side in the same manner you're by S9's side. ;)
Burnscar CHEATED. She directly saved Mannequin's life and helps him, despite Jack saying in his contract that S9 members should not help each other. She's a cheater and a liar.
I already notice that you judge a lot, I'm not on the side of the 9, thank you.
And what? They are villains, if cheating allows them to win they must do it, almost everyone in worm would cheat before losing.
And there are not always options, maybe it's because I have a mind too open, or closed, but I can not help thinking that your thought process is very limited.
In addition, what difference is there between taylor rescue brian and burnscar save mannequin? Both have saved a member of his team.
Also, what makes you think that killing is wrong (except for those you think deserve it)? that the 9 are bad? Is it because of the way they've raised you? the universe is implacable, and in this world in which we live, there are many reasons why killing is wrong, and many reasons why it is okay, but does it matter? everything is about perspective, nothing I say will make you change your mind, and nothing you say will change mine.
Taylor, and we ourselves, live in cold worlds, where kindness does not grow unless a group tries hard enough to make it prosper, but for every person in that group, there will be 10 who want to destroy it just because, and for every 10 in the group of the "bad guys", there will be 1000 who do not want to do anything, because the situation does not incline them, we are social creatures, but also cruel, creative and destructive, kind and murderous.
Rick and morty represent well the hardness and injustice of the world.
Sorry for the monologue, but I'm curious how you respond.
I have also realized that when writing, you not only assume, but also you lengthen and repeat what you have said in different and equal ways, that is not a problem, I also do it, or maybe not? who knows.:)
 
Gosh, man, you're RIGHT. I have a honest confession to make: Mannequin is starting to terrorize my dreams. Last night I dreamed that my mother was visiting me and I served her with home made cookies. Then, while she was eating my cookies, her skin and flesh started to fall, her muscles and bones followed right after, everything that she was losing being replaced by pieces of hard shell. Then, after she turned into some kind of female Mannequin, she started to laugh like a madwoman, turning her head 180 degrees and telling me all this fucking time that: I got you, honey! I woke up sweating and crying :(. Very few fictional characters scared me as much as Mannequin. I read and watch IT both old and new movie and Pennywise doesn't scare me not even half as Mannequin is doing. I know that people are scared by clowns, but I swear to you, my friend, Pennywise is nothing compared with Mannequin for me. I want Mannequin to die so much not only because he's a villain and he killed a lot of people (I'm sure that Siberian, Shatterbird and Jack killed more people than him) but also because he mentally terrorize me. I'd feel like its my birthday+ Christmas+ the birthday of my family all together when Mannequin will finally die. I'd feel so fucking happy, I'd be like: OMG, OMG, HE FINALLY DIED. THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST GIFTS I CAN POSSIBLE ASK FOR. Thank you for understanding me. :)
I think you're exaggerating a bit, but I will not make fun of you, if it scares you scares you, nothing more and nothing less.
Also, my condolences for your dream.
Edit:I would not know what it is to have nightmares, because I have not had dreams for a long time.
 
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Gosh, man, you're RIGHT. I have a honest confession to make: Mannequin is starting to terrorize my dreams. Last night I dreamed that my mother was visiting me and I served her with home made cookies. Then, while she was eating my cookies, her skin and flesh started to fall, her muscles and bones followed right after, everything that she was losing being replaced by pieces of hard shell. Then, after she turned into some kind of female Mannequin, she started to laugh like a madwoman, turning her head 180 degrees and telling me all this fucking time that: I got you, honey! I woke up sweating and crying :(. Very few fictional characters scared me as much as Mannequin. I read and watch IT both old and new movie and Pennywise doesn't scare me not even half as Mannequin is doing. I know that people are scared by clowns, but I swear to you, my friend, Pennywise is nothing compared with Mannequin for me. I want Mannequin to die so much not only because he's a villain and he killed a lot of people (I'm sure that Siberian, Shatterbird and Jack killed more people than him) but also because he mentally terrorize me. I'd feel like its my birthday+ Christmas+ the birthday of my family all together when Mannequin will finally die. I'd feel so fucking happy, I'd be like: OMG, OMG, HE FINALLY DIED. THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST GIFTS I CAN POSSIBLE ASK FOR. Thank you for understanding me. :)
Wow... I don't know how to respond. A dream like that must've been terrifying.

Mannequin is definitely creepy and gave me heebie-jeebies numerous times as I read, but never to the extent you're experiencing it. Wildbow is an amazing writer if he can manage to evoke such strong emotions in some of his readers.
 
I already notice that you judge a lot, I'm not on the side of the 9, thank you.
And what? They are villains, if cheating allows them to win they must do it, almost everyone in worm would cheat before losing.
And there are not always options, maybe it's because I have a mind too open, or closed, but I can not help thinking that your thought process is very limited.
In addition, what difference is there between taylor rescue brian and burnscar save mannequin? Both have saved a member of his team.
Also, what makes you think that killing is wrong (except for those you think deserve it)? that the 9 are bad? Is it because of the way they've raised you? the universe is implacable, and in this world in which we live, there are many reasons why killing is wrong, and many reasons why it is okay, but does it matter? everything is about perspective, nothing I say will make you change your mind, and nothing you say will change mine.
Taylor, and we ourselves, live in cold worlds, where kindness does not grow unless a group tries hard enough to make it prosper, but for every person in that group, there will be 10 who want to destroy it just because, and for every 10 in the group of the "bad guys", there will be 1000 who do not want to do anything, because the situation does not incline them, we are social creatures, but also cruel, creative and destructive, kind and murderous.
Rick and morty represent well the hardness and injustice of the world.
Sorry for the monologue, but I'm curious how you respond.
I have also realized that when writing, you not only assume, but also you lengthen and repeat what you have said in different and equal ways, that is not a problem, I also do it, or maybe not? who knows.:)
I, for one, enjoy the exaggerations and opinions. They're unique and stray from the opinions of most people that I've seen. It brings a fresh set of points and views to consider. As a consequentialist, I struggle with understanding deontologists views but @blackarrow seems to tilt in that direction and provides a lot of brilliant insight in her opinions. It's entertaining and somewhat educative to me - I don't see a problem.
 
By the way, I usually change my thought processes, I do not say that I am bipolar, but I approach my thoughts from new angles, inconsistently / consistently.
The reason why I say this? Because I just realized that you have real fear of mannequins, or maybe you're just pretending, but if your fear of mannequins is real, I have to prove it.
Blackarrow,what do you think of the mannequins of undertale?
 
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I, for one, enjoy the exaggerations and opinions. They're unique and stray from the opinions of most people that I've seen. It brings a fresh set of points and views to consider. As a consequentialist, I struggle with understanding deontologists views but @blackarrow seems to tilt in that direction and provides a lot of brilliant insight in her opinions. It's entertaining and somewhat educative to me - I don't see a problem.
Neither do I, I only say what I think at the moment.
 
I already notice that you judge a lot, I'm not on the side of the 9, thank you.
And what? They are villains, if cheating allows them to win they must do it, almost everyone in worm would cheat before losing.
And there are not always options, maybe it's because I have a mind too open, or closed, but I can not help thinking that your thought process is very limited.
In addition, what difference is there between taylor rescue brian and burnscar save mannequin? Both have saved a member of his team.
Also, what makes you think that killing is wrong (except for those you think deserve it)? that the 9 are bad? Is it because of the way they've raised you? the universe is implacable, and in this world in which we live, there are many reasons why killing is wrong, and many reasons why it is okay, but does it matter? everything is about perspective, nothing I say will make you change your mind, and nothing you say will change mine.
Taylor, and we ourselves, live in cold worlds, where kindness does not grow unless a group tries hard enough to make it prosper, but for every person in that group, there will be 10 who want to destroy it just because, and for every 10 in the group of the "bad guys", there will be 1000 who do not want to do anything, because the situation does not incline them, we are social creatures, but also cruel, creative and destructive, kind and murderous.
Rick and morty represent well the hardness and injustice of the world.
Sorry for the monologue, but I'm curious how you respond.
I have also realized that when writing, you not only assume, but also you lengthen and repeat what you have said in different and equal ways, that is not a problem, I also do it, or maybe not? who knows.:)

Killing people who doesn't deserve to be killed is just plain wrong from my point of view (and from any other sane POV). We people are usually empathetic creatures, we're wired to be against murders and to judge people who commit murders. Murder is not only against laws, but its against any moral or religious perceptions (even islam forbids crimes, the terrorists are actually people who interpret Prophet Mohammed's words how they want, not how these words were really told, because they want to justify their political/religious murders through manipulating their own religion). People who kill for shit and giggles (like S9) or for racial reasons (like former Empire88, actual Fenrir Chosen and Pure) or for gaining absolute power (Coil) or for drugs and slavery (former Merchants) are scums of society, they don't deserve any pity or understanding, because what they're doing is immoral and petty. I can't never bring myself to kill an innocent who never did anything wrong to me, not even if someone will try to force me at gunpoint. Because I know that I'll become a monster just like the ones I hate if I'll kill an innocent. Its immoral. But I'll kill a killer, because I can stop them, in this way, from killing innocents. Its not immoral, its an act of justice. S9 are bad because: they kill innocent and good people, they kill children, they cannibalize people, they make experiments on people, they want to end the fucking world, they did everything is BAD, IMMORAL and EVIL for society. People who kill S9 members+ other monsters like them are good because: they stop monsters to kill more innocent and good people. Killing innocent people is bad and make you a monster. Killing monsters is justice and make you a vigilante or maybe even a dark hero. This is how I see things in life and I'll NEVER EVER stop seeing them like this. And yes, Burnscar did something BAD by helping Mannequin because he's a MONSTER who deserve to die, he's not Grue- a bad boy with a heart of gold- he's a very bad monster that I can't wait to see him fucking dead already. Alright, this is my point of view and I really don't care if I'm right or wrong. I'm an individual with my own ideas and I'm proud of my freedom to think. :)
 
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By the way, I usually change my thought processes, I do not say that I am bipolar, but I approach my thoughts from new angles, inconsistently / consistently.
The reason why I say this? Because I just realized that you have real fear of mannequins, or maybe you're just pretending, but if your fear of mannequins is real, I have to prove it.
Blackarrow,what do you think of the mannequins of undertale?

I never played Undertale, so I have no idea about these mannequins. I vaguely know the game's plot, but I don't know its characters and I'm not eager to play it anyway. Not my coup of tea. But my fear is real. In the same manner people are afraid of mirrors, clowns, fire, water, heights, I'm afraid of mannequins, needles and dogs. I know that the fear for mannequins (or rather pediophobia) is irrational, but so is the fear for mirrors and darkess and yet there are people who suffer from spectrophobia and nyctophobia. I'll never ever judge people's phobias because I can understand how is like to be so afraid of something that you can even find hard to breathe only by thinking at the object of your fear. I understand phobias and I'm sympathetic with these people. :)

My mother suffer from ophidiophobia (fear of snakes) and she can't even look at TV everytime when a snake appears because she feels like it is all over her, threatening to strangle her.
 
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I never played Undertale, so I have no idea about these mannequins. I vaguely know the game's plot, but I don't know its characters and I'm not eager to play it anyway. Not my coup of tea. But my fear is real. In the same manner people are afraid of mirrors, clowns, fire, water, heights, I'm afraid of mannequins, needles and dogs. I know that the fear for mannequins (or rather pediophobia) is irrational, but so is the fear for mirrors and darkess and yet there are people who suffer from spectrophobia and nyctophobia. I'll never ever judge people's phobias because I can understand how is like to be so afraid of something that you can even find hard to breathe only by thinking at the object of your fear. I understand phobias and I'm sympathetic with these people. :)

My mother suffer from ophidiophobia (fear of snakes) and she can't even look at TV everytime when a snake appears because she feels like it is all over her, threatening to strangle her.
 
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Mad Dummy
Only if you want to see it.

Its creepy :( In Silent Hill 2 there were creatures called mannequins. Imagine that I didn't had an easy time fighting with them. :( I mean, they're easy to kill, but my poor heart, man, my poor heart....Evil Within 1 have also a
mannequin factory
and a
hall of mannequins.
Not a fun time for me while playing. :(
 
Its creepy :( In Silent Hill 2 there were creatures called mannequins. Imagine that I didn't had an easy time fighting with them. :( I mean, they're easy to kill, but my poor heart, man, my poor heart....Evil Within 1 have also a
mannequin factory
and a
hall of mannequins.
Not a fun time for me while playing. :(
I do not know, when you meet him he's not that bad, he's crazy, but he attacks you for the honor of his family.
 
Snare 13.4
Hello, friends. Alright, the last Chapter can be described using two memes (my friend always send me cool Worm art and I can't resist using it for making stupid memes :D)
I'm going to make so many awful memes with these S9 bastards, you have no idea. I can't punish them physically (only in my 1000 ways to kill each S9 member "sighs" -even Bonesaw, but I'm kinder towards her- notebook) but I can terrorize them with stupid memes. They can't escape my memes. They're fucked. Ok, before I'll start this burning craziness, I noticed something that I didn't talked about, being too busy to keep myself calm after the whole Mannequin's survival. Skitter compared Burnscar with Shadow Stalker. While these two young women are different in many ways, they also have some things in common. Sophia was offered the chance to be a hero, be respected and loved by the community and her heroes colleagues. But she didn't took this chance, continuing to act like a very stupid vigilante, attacking people with little provocation and even trying to kill them. Why? Because she saw herself as a predator and all others, heroes and villains and normal people alike, as her preys. She was arrogant, violent, brutal and can't control her need to hurt people, whatever she have reasons or not. But thankfully she was taught a harsh lesson by Karma Alec. On the other side, Mimi was offered by Elle a chance to turn her back to S9, to surrender and pay for her crimes. But she didn't took this chance, continuing to act like a serial murderer, attacking and killing people. Why? Because she see herself as a person addicted to her power and fells like she can't control it and its much better for her to use it to kill people than doing actually useful things with it (I can think at a lot of positive/helpful ways for Mimi to use her power, like making shows for people with her animated flames or saving people from the buildings on fire :)). She's cruel, violent, destructive, just like the fire out of control. She's also a fucking cowards for not betraying S9 and try to become a better person by switching the sides. She wasn't taught a lesson yet, but there's still time for her to pay for her cowardice and her willingness to do evil deeds. She'll pay, just like everyone else who believe that if they're powerful, their power instantly guarantee their survival and they can do whatever they want without answering to anyone. Sophia and Mimi are two very broken girls who use their broken mind and corrupted soul to break other people. I can see some similarities, Skitter. Good observation. Alright, let's start this new chapter: Snare 13.4

Bad, bad, bad, bad.
Burnscar stood with Mannequin just behind her, sporting a red shirt and black jeans, cigarette burns running down her cheeks, and a dead look in her eyes. Bitch, Grue, Sirius, Bastard and I stood a dozen feet away, walls of flame like bonfires barring our escape routes to the rear or sides. Droplets of rain fell all around us, making ripples on the inch-high water that flooded the street. The air was thick with the smell of smoke.
We'd at least had time to mentally prepare for the idea of facing Mannequin. My strategy had been last-minute, but I'd been in the right frame of mind to fight a tinker, to anticipate ambush and tackle someone with decent offensive abilities, strong defenses and a crapton of tricks up his sleeve.
Burnscar had flipped things on us; she was in a totally different ballpark from Mannequin. If I had to guess, her offensive capabilities were top-notch, even if they didn't break the scales like some other members of the Nine. I couldn't even guess where she fit on the spectrum of defensive ability, but she'd been with the Nine for a little while and she was still alive, so that was some indication. And utility? She had every trick a pyrokinetic like Lung had at his disposal and she could teleport through flames as well, opening up a mess of tricks and avenues of attack.
"Happy now?" She asked Grue.
"Not so much."
Burnscar's voice was flat, without humor, like an actor reading the lines from a script without actually emoting them. "I am following the rules, now. Let's see. Trying to remember how this is supposed to go. Test you, you pass or fail, and then I kill you."
"You only kill Bitch if she fails," I said. Opening my mouth was more automatic than intentional. The majority of my focus was on our current situation. Options. What avenues of attack did we have? What about self-defense or escape?

As I said in previous Chapter, I like how in this story, girls usually save boys. Skitter saved Grue, Burnscar saved Mannequin. :D Wildbow is a male feminist, not hard to notice this. But I'm not a feminist, especially when it comes to cheating bitches "slaps Burnscar with the contract across her cheeks" Read, bitch:
"4. Each tester operates independently, with no hands-on assistance from other members of the Slaughterhouse Nine. Assistance may be bought, bartered or otherwise rendered in a hands-off manner, possibly including medical assistance, information, provided equipment and suggestions."
You're not following any rules if you decide to attack Undersiders. Jack said CLEAR that you can only offer Mannequin medical assistance, equipment and information, not help in combat. Besides, its not even your turn, its Cherish's turn, your boss decided this. If you don't listen your boss, you have no respect for him and his rules. He's a ruthless psycho, but so far he's a honorable ruthless psycho, not a fucking cheater. Now I wonder if Cherish didn't actually betrayed....I forgot with who she wanted to strike a deal....ok, didn't betrayed the Undersider that she wanted to have a deal with, telling everyone that Undersiders cheated first by sending an assassin in their quarters, and Burnscar considered that they should break the rules. Why knows, maybe that stupid bitch Cheris wasn't entirely honest with...the ninja Undersider.

I had my pepper spray. My knife and baton were available too, though I doubted my ability to dish out more hurt than I suffered in an exchange of hits with Burnscar. Grue had his darkness, and both of the remaining dogs were in okay shape. I had my bugs, but neither my costume nor my bugs would do well against the flame.
"I can still kill tall, dark and eerie and the alien girl," Burnscar said.
"Bug girl," I corrected.
"Don't really care. Bitch, the test is an old one, but it's good. We don't get to do it often enough, because it requires research. Got to do it with Cherish because she gave us the necessary info. Wasn't very bright, but she did. Now that she's on the team, she can give us all the info we need."

"You talk too much," Bitch snarled. "Get to the point or go the fuck away."
"You're going to have to face your greatest fear. Destroy any hold it has on you with violence, blood and death. I don't want you to just conquer your fears. I want you to murderthem, before anyone else can use your feelings for them against you." She put a special inflection on the word 'murder', making it clear she was being quite literal.
I expected Bitch to say something along the lines of 'I'm not afraid of anything'. She didn't. Her eyes narrowed.
"I'm not going to fucking hurt my dogs."

Love how everyone is fucking Jack from behind. Bonesaw doesn't trust him completely, despite acting trustful in his company, Burnscar and Mannequin change his rules and Cherish might or might not consider a deal with his enemy. Jack, get a better hold on your people, they're starting to rebel against you. Start using more sticks than carrots, maybe they're full. Sooner or later, they're going to replace you with someone more handsome than you, with a stronger iron fist (or rather paw) than yours, someone cooler and smarter than you, someone who knows the universal truth- life means pain- better than you. The star of S9, ladies and gentlemen:
NEW BOSS OF S9, BEST BOSS.
Alright, I guess that Burnsscar is not trying to make Bitch kill her dogs, because she knows that Bitch will never do such thing+ the only thing that keep her from joining S9 is her loyalty towards her human "family". If she'll kill Undersiders, she'll turn into a full monster, because she destroys the ultimate bond she have with humanity. Let's not forget that Bitch craves after human companions, she feels very good in her dogs' company, indeed, but she also is a social human (as social as she can be) and she instinctively needs other humans around her to make her feel more like a human and less like another alpha dog in the pack. Kill the closest humans to her, become entirely the alpha dog of her dogs. Lose what little humanity she still have and holds onto with desperation forever and irreparable. This is her test.

"Not asking you to. Dogs are easy. Replaceable. Sure, you might cry when they bite the dust, you love them." The lack of inflection or emotion in Burnscar's voice made the words sound almost mocking. "It's sweet. But that hole in your heart mends, time heals the wound, you get more dogs and you bounce back."
"I think you're underestimating how much she loves her dogs," I said, "A wound like that never heals."
Bitch turned her head just enough to give me a hard look.
"I'm not saying she doesn't," Burnscar shrugged. "I'm saying the idea of losing them isn't what scares her the most. So forget the dogs. I'm not asking you to hurt them, maim them, murder them or anything like that."
Bitch glanced at Bastard. He was growling, barely audible, low and steady, and his hackles were raised. Were they still hackles if they were mostly fragments of calcified muscle and bone spikes?
"Kill them," Burnscar said. She pointed at Grue and I.
Bitch laughed, if you could call it that. It was more of a snort, with zero humor to it. "That's supposed to be my biggest fear? I don't give two shits about them."
"You do. They're the closest thing to a human connection you've had your entire life. Maybe you haven't thought it out loud to yourself, but you're terrified at the idea of losing them. You know as well as anyone else that this relationship with your team, it's like winning the lottery for you."
Bitch scoffed.
"Sure, it's shitty as relationships go," Burnscar continued, "Anyone else would find it depressingly lame. But they're the best you'll get. The best you can hope for, because you're fucked up. Believe me, I know when someone's fucked up."
"Like I said, you talk too much."
"They're the best you'll ever get, and according to Cherish, you're losing them. Whatever bond you made with them, it's fucked up now. Maybe you did it, maybe them. Maybe both. But it's dying a slow death, dog girl.
Rip off the band-aid and finish off these losers who aren't going to be your friends in a few weeks anyways. Do it, and I let you and your dogs walk away."
"Why the fuck should I listen to you?"
"Because if you say no, if you try to run or walk away, if you attack me, I'll consider your test a fail."
"So?"
"I'll have no reason to hold back. Your team dies, your dogs die, and you'll wish you were dead."
"Fuck you," Bitch retorted, but she glanced at Grue and I, and I could have sworn I saw doubt. Was it indecision? The way Burnscar had framed this, Bitch either had to admit she cared about us and fight for our sake, or Bitch could attack us to secure her safety and her dogs.

I couldn't say which road she'd take, not with any kind of certainty. My gut told me it wouldn't be the answer
I wanted.
She's considering it.
Which meant I had to take matters in my own hands. Burnscar held the advantage, and Bitch was leaning her way. I needed to flip things and take that certainty away from her.
I drew from the capsaicin-treated bugs in my armor compartment. There hadn't been any point in using them against Mannequin, but they might incapacitate Burnscar. The trick was catching her off guard.

I was right. Bitch have to kill her human "friends" in order to become entirely "free". The same thing Siberian suggested to her too, to get rid of her humanity and become and animal like her. Bitch is considering choosing between her human side and her animal side. She obviously cares more for her dogs than her "friends" but she can't also give up at her humanity, judging by how much she clings on it. She's trapped between two very hard choices for her. I can understand her because I can put myself in her situation. If S9 will kidnap my parents and a random little child and will force me to kill that child under the threat that they'll kill my parents if I refuse, I'll have to choose between them and the child. Between the two people that I love the most on this world and all my personal moral values (exactly the things that make me human), that would be a test that will break me no matter what I'll choose. They'd know my weaknesses and they'll exploit them in their favor. This is how S9 operate, besides brutal force. Destroy people by manipulating their strongest emotional/mental weaknesses. They act like bullies on steroids. Yes, they're the worst kind of bullies. And this thing alone make them so damn disgusting and petty, more than all other villain gangs.

"You're doing it wrong," Grue said.
"What?"
"Did you even read the rules Jack gave us?"
"Yes," Burnscar frowned. "I did."
"Then why are you doing it differently than he did?" Grue pointed at Mannequin.
He was buying us time, using Mannequin's inability to talk and Burnscar's less than firm grasp to throw her off her stride. He didn't know it, but he'd also provided me with a distraction.
My capsaicin-laced bugs made their way down my back and the backs of my legs. Near the surface of the shallow water, they spread out, sticking to shadows, the cover of burning rubbish and the darkness that swirled
around Grue.
"Doing it differently? This isn't that complicated," Burnscar said.
"How's it going to look if you do it wrong? I imagine Mannequin's going to get punished for fucking up," Grue said, "But he at least tried. If you screw up here, right at the beginning, you really think your team is going to be impressed? No, they're going to be embarrassed. And I bet they'll take it out on the person who embarrassed them."
Mannequin tapped on Burnscar's shoulder. She turned, and he parted his mouth slightly before drawing an 'x' over it with one finger.
"Mannequin says you're lying."
Crap. My bugs weren't in position to attack yet.
"You really going to gamble on that?" Grue asked.
"Yeah," Burnscar said. The flames around us swelled in size.
I had no time left for subtlety. I gave the order for my bugs to attack directly, closing the distance by the fastest and most obvious routes available.
They rose from every corner and shadow in the area, approaching Burnscar from every direction. I directed them towards the exposed skin of her hands, ankles, face and neck.
The second they landed, they bit, stung and clawed at her. I even felt a few touch her face. Then I felt her move. For an instant, I thought she had some kind of enhanced strength or speed that let her throw herself to one side like she did. Except it wasn't her. It was Mannequin that moved, throwing her to one side, so she landed in the midst of a flaming pile of trash. The bugs on her were burnt to a crisp and she promptly disappeared.
"Run!" Grue shouted.
Bitch hauled on Bastard's chain, shouting, "Go!" She climbed halfway onto Sirius' back, unable to climb up higher with her injured leg. Grue and I followed as Bastard crashed into one of the walls of flame, sending burning trash flying and spreading out the flaming water. Bitch rode Sirius through the break, and Grue and I hurried after.

The school bullies turned into psychopath super- bullies. You'll never escape from this Hell, Skitter. :( At least you're trying to escape from the flames of a deranged woman, and Bitch seems to not be eager to kill you and Grue, which is as good as possible given the conditions. Mannequin saved Burnscar, quickly remembering to show gratitude to the woman who saved his ass from getting destroyed by Grue. Fuck both these freaks of nature. I have not a single drop of pity left in my soul for Burnscar and I'll enjoy if she'll ever be killed. I'll enjoy quite a lot. She's going to burn the entire Hive, possible killing all the people there. :( Then she'll run to Labyrinth, complaining how sorry she feels for all the people dead by her own hand power, but she can't control herself because....she's fucking crazy like that. I know you're against killing people, Labyrinth, but you'll do a wonderful job if you'll put this broken monster out of her misery and stop her from having any further regrets.

Hot.
I stumbled as the heat built. I was supporting Grue as best as I was able with the pain in my ribs protesting even the slightest movements of my arm, let alone trying to support a nearly-grown teenage boy. The heat of the flames increased. I think we could have made it if it was just one or two steps, but it wasn't. Five paces failed to carry us out of the flames. We were too slow to keep up with Bastard and make use of the way he was scattering the flames for us.
I fell in the same moment we finally got free of the flames, and Grue fell with me. There wasn't fire underneath us, but I could still feel the heat, intense, accompanied by a blinding pain. I was on fire. The water was too shallow to extinguish the fires as they licked around us, and even rolling in it failed to do anything substantial.
Grue smothered us in darkness. I'd fought alongside him before, I'd been under the effects of his power countless times, but this was different. I was hurting, I wanted to find solutions, and now I couldn't see. I couldn't even use my swarm sense to assess the situation, because the flames Burnscar had spread around the area were limiting my bugs' movements. Our enemies, Mannequin and Burnscar, were similarly out of my reach. I felt a swelling panic as I thrashed, trying to immerse myself.
I felt something heavy on top of me, then three quick taps on my shoulder. A signal? Grue. I didn't fight him as he used what must have been his jacket to pat me down and splash water onto me. I felt the water touch bare skin.
The pain and the heat continued as Grue hauled me to my feet, but the rational part of me knew he wouldn't do that if I was still on fire. I was burned. It hurt, but I wasn't in imminent danger from anything or anyone except Burnscar and Mannequin.
Using my power, I found difficulty at every turn. Everywhere I sent my bugs, I encountered fire. I felt like a blind person tapping their cane around himself to get a sense of the surroundings, encountering only danger, destruction. A picture was gradually unfolding, and it was an ugly one.

Alright, now its time for boys to save girls. Mannequin saving Burnscar and Grue saving Skitter. I kind of like more this than the other way around. :) Of course Skitter's costume is flammable since spider webs are flammable. Fire is its only weakness. Where the HELL is Genesis? Why she can't create a mermaid or Leviathan projection who can shoot torrents of water all over the territory? I mean, her projections' creation seems limitless, she always come up with new, amazing or just plain WTF ideas. She's the only one, right now, who can save what was left of Hive. But then I remember that she said that she needs time to create another projection, so its not an easy feat.

My territory was on fire.
Grue's shadows still covered the ground levels of the area, but I could make out the tops of the taller buildings. Not every building burned, but there were enough. Rain fell around us, but it wouldn't matter against a blaze like that. In the gloom, the plumes of smoke that were as thick around as any building appeared black against the light gray backdrop of gray rainclouds.
"Come on, Taylor," Grue said. He tried to pull me to my feet, and I didn't move. "We can deal with all that later. Right now, we've just got to get away. We survive."
"Survive," I muttered.
I'd been prepared to die against Mannequin if it meant removing one monster from the world. It was a pretty good indication of how much I valued my life at these days. I'd cut ties with my dad, dropped out of school, helped get Lung arrested and started chain of events that had led to the ABB terrorizing tens of thousands of people. I'd served as a distraction so a power-hungry supervillain could kidnap a girl and keep her drugged up in some underground cell for months. I'd stood by to let a man die. I'd become a full-fledged villain. Pledged to protect people and then let them die horribly. Not once, not twice, but three times.
What the hell had I been thinking, wanting to become a superhero?
"Come on," Grue urged me.
I stood, leaning against the concrete wall that divided the beach from the street above.

So many people dead or dying. So many children being burned alive. :(:cry: I'm gonna feel a very deep peace in my soul when Burnscar will fucking DIE. And I hope that her death will be very slow, paying in this way for every single life she took now. Too bad that she didn't had a lobotomy back when she was hospitalized in the Asylum. They should give to hospitalized parahuman murderers lobotomy, maybe they'll be unable to use their powers in this way and they'll stop representing a danger to society. Or find other ways to irremediably destroy that part of their brains who was changed by aliens so they could have powers. Maybe medical Tinkers like Bonesaw can do that, knowing so much about powers. But Burnscar still have to PAY, in a way or another, for every innocent soul she took.

"Genesis is going to be there," I said. "We need to go find her and help her."
"We're too hurt to do anything," Grue answered, "Genesis can handle herself. She can always make a new
body with her powers."
"And her real body? She had it sent to my lair."
Grue paused. "Your lair could be on fire."
"Exactly."
He considered for a few moments. "Alright. Just let me call Bitch."
"Don't." I stopped him as he got his phone in hand.
"What?"
"A call at the wrong time, her ringer going off, it could mean alerting the enemy about her position or distracting her. Wait."
He nodded, and we ran.
Grue was letting his darkness dissipate, for the most part, as we were under cover and out of the way. We made our way to the storm drain, using the wall for support. We headed through the secured doors and into my cellar, then up the stairs to the main floor.
My lair wasn't burning down, but I could see the faint flicker of flame on nearby buildings through the slits on the shutters. A quick investigation with my power showed that it wasn't anything serious. I set bugs in place as an early warning system.
We headed straight for the bedrooms. I wasn't expecting to see what I did.
There must have been fifteen of them. Kids, none of them older than ten, some as young as four. There were three to a bunk, sitting up or lying down. Charlotte was with them, the eldest.
"Don't be mad," she said, in a small voice.
"Mad?"
She spoke quietly, as if the kids wouldn't hear, "I didn't know where else to take them. Sierra said we had to hide, that Mannequin was coming. I saw him killing people without even moving. He went after families, but he was focused on the parents, not the kids. He killed them and let the kids run-"
"Stop." My voice was harder than I meant it to be. "I don't want to hear it."
This is my failure.
"I didn't know where else to take them."
"You did good," I said. I sounded like Burnscar did. No emotion behind the words. "Someone else should have come here. A girl or a woman, probably with an escort."

Oh, 15 kids survived to Mannequin's massacre. I'm both happy and sad because of this. I mean, they survived, but they're orphans now. :(:( Charlotte and Sierra are taking good care of children. Bless their souls, these girls are angels send on Earth to bring some light and goodness in this dark and unforgiving world. I wonder why Mannequin spared the children. Not from the goodness of his heart, that's for sure, I don't even dare to think at this bullshit of an explanation. I think he wanted to turn children orphans, to take what they love from them so they'll slowly go nuts and become just like him when they'll grow up: misanthropic serial killers. He wants to create more copies of himself, maybe he even expect few of them to trigger and become misanthropic serial killers parahumans. Possible he's trying to have his own fucking army. But not everyone is like you, Dr Manny. I think that most of these kids are stronger than Mannequin give them credit and they'll turn into good men and women. My hopes in humankind never die not even in these dire situations. :)

Charlotte didn't answer, but moved aside.
Genesis.
Genesis slept on one of the bunks I'd set aside for my employees. Her face was contorted in an expression of concern. Average looks, if a little round-faced, she had long eyelashes, and her auburn hair was a mop.
She had to sleep to use her power. Could we afford to disturb her? If we tried to move her and she woke up, would it mean taking her out of the middle of a fight where she could do something to Burnscar or Mannequin?
"Where are the rest of my people?" I asked.
"Sierra divided us into teams and sent each of us in a different direction, telling us to get people to evacuate.
I almost ran right into Mannequin. I hid and saw him attack."
I felt out with my power, sticking exclusively to the building interiors, to avoid inadvertently barbecuing my bugs and frittering away my resources. I used the bugs in the area to try to get a headcount. The geography and the spread of people in this area was becoming familiar to me. Very few were still alive and in this area. Too many had died. How many bodies were there? Thirty? Forty?
I didn't want to think about it.
"Charlotte, did you come in through the front door or the other entrance?" I asked.
"Front door. I was thinking about taking these kids and running for it, but I didn't know if you'd want-"
"Secrecy is not that important right now. Take them down to the storm drain and stay there. It's more or less fireproof, it's not going to collapse on their heads, and it's a better hiding spot than this."
It seemed like getting orders invigorated her. "Okay. Come on, guys. Get ready, shoes on, this way."
The kids began to get sorted and follow Charlotte's instructions as she herded them out of the room, staying by the door to ensure nobody was left behind. There were no complaints and there was nothing like chatter or crying from the kids. How many of them had watched their parents die for them? They were so stoic, or shocked.

The kids are strong, never doubt of them. :) My theory about Genesis having to sleep in order to use her power is CONFIRMED. I think she's willingly dreaming (she have control over her dreams thanks to her power) new forms she wants her projections to take then she project them in reality, mind controlling them. She's doing everything while asleep. She's also very vulnerable, because anyone can kill her if they find her body. The other theory is that she have a handicap because her room in Coil's base was modified for a person with handicap. Is she blind?

Grue looked at me, "What are you thinking?"
"They take cover, we stay. I'm going to try to use my swarm to get a sense of where Genesis is and how the fight's going. The second things go south or this area gets too dangerous, we get her out of here."
"You'll need this," Charlotte said.
I hadn't noticed it with all the people in the room. At the foot of the bunk, in the corner of the room, there was a folded up wheelchair.
Damn it, I was right again, despite not wanting to be. :( She's paraplegic. She can't walk and maybe her trigger event happened right after she lost the ability to walk. She can only "walk" in her sleep, while dreaming, through her projections. :( Poor girl. Now I feel bad because I envied her for her power. She's strong but only in her sleep. When she's awake, she's vulnerable like a little flower exposed to anyone who want to hurt her. Fuck, Travelers have some very sad stories: Noelle, Genesis, the others who suffer because of Noelle. They're good people, yet extremely unlucky.

Can't ever be easy.
"That might complicate things if we have to run for it," Grue said.
I didn't have a response to that.
Charlotte left with the kids, and we took the time to manage our wounds. I headed into the ground floor bathroom to run cold water over the burns on my legs and back. Grue sat on the toilet's lid and began gathering the necessary things from the first aid kit.
My power found Genesis, but only briefly. She was big, some sort of flying pufferfish with a hard exterior and tentacles. It was a hard image to piece together. She floated slowly over the streets, and the bugs that I had on her died as Burnscar pelted her. I tried to send some bugs after her, but she disappeared into the side of a burning building as they approached. I tried and failed to find where she'd teleported to. Frustrating. Whatever her destination, it was a place my bugs couldn't touch, so I had to wait for her to move away or start attacking from another vantage point.
Nearly half a year ago, I'd gotten my powers when I was trapped in a locker, wanting to be anywhere but where I was then. I'd reached out, my mind extending out for something, anything to distract me and draw my focus away.
I wasn't trapped in a locker, but I felt very close to how I had then. Except it wasn't the feeling that I was trapped. My power's range hadn't increased. It felt like that in a different way.

"We can't do this," I said.
"Hmm?" Grue had torn open his pants leg and was suturing one of the cuts.
"We can't endure this. We won't last."
"We got unlucky and took the brunt of it. We'll get a breather."
"Will we? These guys are experts in preying on weakness! They're going to target us and come after us until we can't defend ourselves, they'll kill us, then they'll go after Panacea, or Armsmaster, or Hookwolf, or Noelle, and they'll do the same thing!"
"Taylor."
I pushed myself to a standing position. "They're going to do the same thing they're doing to us, and they're not just going to win. They're going to ruin everything while they do it!"

"Stop!"
I hobbled past him, and he grabbed my wrist. Between anger and the fact that my sleeve was wet with the water of the shower, I managed to rip my hand from his grip. "Don't. Don't do that."
"What do you think you're going to do?"
"I'm going out there. They're just bullies. They're powerful, they've got every advantage, but that's all the more reason we can't let them get away with this. I'll bait them out, or find where they're hiding. I can take Burnscar down if I can get the right bugs to bite her, or sting her enough times. I just have to dosomething. I can't just stay here and let them get away with this."
"You're so hurt you can barely walk. If they find you, you won't be able to run."
"Sick of running."
He stood and followed me. He got ahead of me despite the fact that he was probably hurt worse than I was. I ducked around him, and he pushed me against a wall. "Don't do this. If you want to get revenge on those guys, if you want to help your people, you need to stop, rest, recover and plan."
I struggled briefly, but the pain in my ribs and the burn on my back made that far more trouble than it was worth, and it was already pretty futile.
Hated this. Hated feeling weak, even if it was Grue I was comparing myself to.
My bugs alerted me to movement from Genesis. I didn't say anything to Grue, and simply waited as she grabbed her wheelchair, unfolded it and transitioned into it, before wheeling out into the hallway.

"Did we wake you?" Grue asked.
"No. I can't be woken by anyone except myself if I'm like that. It's more like a coma than sleep. You were watching me?"
Grue and I nodded. He must have felt self-conscious, because he backed off, letting go of me. I did note that he positioned himself between me and the end of the hallway. I wouldn't be able to run for the cellar or the front door without going past him.
It didn't really matter. He was right. Maybe I would have gone on if he hadn't stopped me, using my anger and frustration to drive myself forward until I got myself killed. Grue and Genesis had, in their individual ways, interrupted that. I felt simultaneously angry at him and embarrassed that he'd had to stop me.
"What happened?" I asked Genesis, trying not to look at Grue.
She glanced between the two of us. "Realized Mannequin was using a gas, got a form together to fight that and occupy him, like you recommended, but he wasn't there when I reformed. Burnscar was."
"Mannequin forfeited his turn. Burnscar went up next," I explained.
"Ah."
"You manage to stop her?" Grue asked.
"No. I wasn't prepared to fight her, but she couldn't really hurt me either. She left."
"Can you get a body together to fight the fires?" I asked, hugging my arms against my chest.
"I'll try. My reserves are low."
"Thank you."
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to stop them."
Grue got his phone out while Genesis retreated back to her bunk. I made my way upstairs to curl up in the armchair.
So many dead because I couldn't save them. I felt doubly guilty because my reasons for regretting their deaths were partially selfish. It was a deathblow to my plans to seize my territory, earning Coil's respect and make inroads into saving Dinah, one way or another.

I took off my mask and let it drop to the ground. My costume, I saw, was in tatters where it had burned.
Our enemies were good, they were smart. Mannequin had been toying with us, and we'd taken that advantage and beat him to the ground with it. But every action was calculated. Cherish was informing them, Shatterbird was apparently smart in other ways, and Jack was the brains of the operation.
Had Jack calculated things so everything would play out the way he wanted, like Mannequin was?
Grue appeared at the top of the stairs. "Bitch isn't replying. We should go look for her."
"Okay."
"You okay?" Grue asked.
"Pissed."
"Me too. Though I get that you have more reason to be angry."
"I just-" I stopped, clenching my fists. "I don't-"
I blinked back tears. Fucking contact lenses.
He wrapped his arms around me in a hug.
My face was mashed against his shoulder, his grip was too tight, my back was sore where his hand touched a spot near the burn. There was also that mess of awkwardness from when I'd confessed my feelings for him, that now seemed so minor and distant compared to everything that was going on.
"We'll get through this."
"No," I said, pulling away, "Not like this, we won't. We fight them every time they come, we're going to be worn out, exhausted from always being on our guard, and if these past fights have been any indication, we won't make it through eight rounds of this."
"The way you phrase that, you don't sound like you did in the shower."
I shook my head. "No. Because I've realized Jack wants us to focus on each of his people, one by one, because he knows it's going to play out like it has so far, and that we won't make it through eight rounds of this. Let's change that dynamic. We take out testers before they get their turn. We go on the offensive."

"Offensive? Dinah said that a direct attack would be suicide."
"So we go for the indirect attack. They want to play dirty? Let's play dirty back."

On short:
-Genesis is now my second favorite Traveler after Sundancer: good heart but bad luck, willingness to help people, seems to trust herself with every action she takes -UNLIKE Skitter and have a great imagination.
-BRIAN HUGGED TAYLOR! :):):) The best thing in this pretty dark, sad but also hopeful Chapter.
-Burnscar is now my second most hated S9 member.
-Taylor and Brian confirmed S9 are huge bullies who pray on people's weaknesses.
-They prepare an indirect attack on S9. A good reply to their CHEATING. But please, don't let innocent people being hurt during your war. Even if I want to see S9 going down HARD, I don't agree for innocents to die, so try to avoid as much as you can this possibility.

Good night and sleep well, my friends.
 
The relevant part is the "Unless the power only work on living/organic things".

Amy can do that stuff because her power is something like "alter the biology of target touched" which only works on living things and therefore it doesn't count as bypassing the manton effect. If Amy's power also allowed her to make similar changes to say a plastic chair or a car then it wouldn't be Manton limited, but it doesn't.

Narwal's power on the other hand is "create forcefields" and she can create them anywhere*, her power does not only work on living things, and therefore doesn't get that exception to the manton effect.



*presumably with some sort of range or line-of-sight or something, but that doesn't really matter for purposes of the Manton Effect.

EDIT: to summarise Narwhal isn't Manton limited because creating forcefields inside people isn't the only thing she can do. She can also create forcefields outside of people.

Amy is manton limited because she can only alter the biology of living/organic things. she cannot do the same to, for instance, a car.

I think Flechette can bypass the Manton Effect. Her power allows her needles to penetrate any surface possible, including living beings. So, she can affect both living beings/non-living things. Should she be considered a good example?
 
I think Flechette can bypass the Manton Effect. Her power allows her needles to penetrate any surface possible, including living beings. So, she can affect both living beings/non-living things. Should she be considered a good example?

It's the same as lasers-the bolt goes through the person just fine, but she couldn't turn a hamster into a projectile.
 
Snare 13.5
Hello, friends, and welcome a a new Chapter Snare 13.5. The previous Chapter can be described using simple terms: psychology stuff from the Slaughterhouse School of Psychology for Supervillains, panic, terror, boys being gentlemen, Hive on fire, tears, miss Self-Hating alias Skitter, Charlotte and Sierra being the best henchpersons as always, more Genesis and an off-screen plan to take S9 down. I also understood the reasons behind S9 acting so cruel and destructive: 50% because they're misanthropic psychos and 50% because they're Huge bullies. They see themselves superior to everyone else and they love to bully their victims until they break them. They're the worst kind of super-villains (but they're still very interesting, actually some of the most interesting supervillains I've ever read about). Now I wonder if Emma, Madison and Sophia wouldn't have become like them if they're crazy and had powers. Actually, Sophia was crazy and had superpowers and we know how she acted, we saw her in action. But what about Emma and Madison? I think the Trio of Bitches would have become easy Slaughterhouse 3 if they're insane parahumans. Because they're already cruel and horrendous bullies. And now I think I understand why Taylor always hate herself everytime when she believes that she failed in front of S9. I mean, she hates herself more usual. Not because of Dinah (her seemingly main motivation) or because she believes that she can't defeat S9, when its clear that she defeated Mannequin two times and she was so close to defeat Burnscar if Mannequin didn't protected her (so, she can defeat some of S9 members). But because she sees in S9 the Trio of Bitches who bullied her for an year and a half during school. She sees them as a twisted, nightmarish version of her bullies, and she knows that she failed to protect herself against her school bullies, she knows how helpless and impotent she was in front of them, and everytime when S9 have the upper hand over her, she feels the same hopelessness and impotence she felt during her school bulling. Its like her nightmare is repeating again, only this time much more worse. Trio of Bullies become the Super Eight Bullies and she feels like she can't take anymore. Deep down, she's afraid of her enemies and is tired of fighting, but she needs to hide her fears- so others can feel safe with her protecting their ass- and to confront them. To confront her new bullies, but this time without any rules and restrictions. This is how I interpret the unusual Taylor's self-blaming when it comes to S9, unusual even for herself, seeing how she never hated herself so much before fighting them. Alright, let's start the new Chapter.

Bentley had been turned on his back, and Sirius had one side of Bentley's ribs in his jaws, pulling. Bitch was holding the other side, tugging on it with her entire body in an effort to pull it apart. Bastard was chained to a streetlight, lying on the ground with his chin on his front paws. He had shrunk from the size he was before.
She's alive. After Bitch had gone incommunicado, I'd worried Burnscar had gotten ahold of her.
The flesh of the bulldog's monstrous form was decaying, sloughing off and putrefying into a liquid slop over the span of seconds. As the tissues connecting the bones disintegrated, they became loose, bending in place.
Bitch was trying to get the ribcage apart before the remainder of the flesh collapsed in on the dog's real body.
"Found her," I spoke into my phone as I hurried towards her, my rain boots splashing. "Yeah. Contact the others about meeting."
The pain in my legs made me gasp if I stretched my foot out the wrong way, and each gasp only triggered the pain in my ribs. The air was heated, though there were no fires in the immediate area. The hot, smoke-filled air combined with the pain in my ribs to punish even my shallower breaths.
"The fuck are you doing here?" Bitch asked.
I drew my knife and held it by the blade, extending the handle towards her. "Helping."
She didn't respond, but she took the knife and climbed partway into Bentley's body to start cutting him out of the protective sac. I stepped in and used my shoulder to help leverage the ribcage open. My legs screamed with the strain, but I could deal with the pain. It would be better to suffer some pain than let Bitch get crushed inside Bentley's chest cavity.
She climbed out with the bulldog draped over her arms, falling to her knees the second she was free. She laid Bentley down on the ground.
"Is he okay?"
She checked. "He's breathing."
"Good."
Her eyes narrowed. "Don't act like you care."
"I do care."
"Fuck you. You heard what that psycho whore said and now you think I like you. I don't."
"I'm not thinking anything along those lines."
"You're probably already trying to figure out a way to use it against me. Fucking hate people like you. Manipulative, two faced-"
"Hey!" I shouted, cutting her off. Sirius growled at me.
Bitch brandished my own knife, pointing it at me. "Do you know how much fucking simpler my life gets if I get rid of you?"

"It doesn't. You might get the Nine off your case for a few days, but you'd be facing every test after that all on your own. Believe it or not, I'm on your side. I want to help you through this mess."
"Don't bother. Go, leave." The knife didn't waver.
"I'm not going anywhere unless you're coming with me."

Love Skitter's insistence to convince Bitch to trust her again. She realized that Bitch will never do what Burnscar demanded from her to do- killing the only human companions she have- because even if she's acting all nervous and tsundere, deep down Bitch needs her teammates in her life, besides she'll never accept to take orders from S9 and do whatever they want her to do, a thing that would happen in case she'd become a member. Siberian promised her freedom, but she didn't specified what kind of freedom: not to do whatever you want, good if you feel like, bad if you feel like or be neutral and just have fun. No, this is not the kind of freedom that Bitch would enjoy as a S9 member. She'd be forced to do horrible things, kill people, terrorize entire cities, be merciless and unforgiving and listen to whatever Jack will tell her. This is the only kind of "freedom" that is waiting for Bitch. Freedom from morality, ethics, laws, respect for life, everything that define us as civilized and social humans. Bitch will become a ruthless killer and nothing more. And she wouldn't want this. Because she's not a crazy bitch like Burnscar or a stupid bitch like Cherish or a wild bitch like Siberian or an arrogant bitch like Shatterbird. She's her own kind of Bitch. A Bitch with her heart in her right place, despite playing hard. :)

"Getting cocky because you think I can't cut you. Don't forget that you can bechewed."
I gave Sirius a glance, making sure to keep my head still so I didn't give off any sign of hesitation or doubt.
"If you were going to hurt me, you would've done it while Burnscar was threatening you."
"I don't like being told what to do, so no, I wouldn't have."
I doubt that, I thought. You don't like being told what to do by a stranger, maybe, but I'd bet you could be happy if you had a stable environment and consistent leadership. "If you carry out their tests and join them, they'll be telling you what to do for the rest of your life."
"I don't care about the test!" she shouted. I could see Sirius tense, ready to attack. "I just want to be left alone!"
"I know the feeling."
"You don't know anything!"
"Screw that!" I jabbed a finger in her direction. "Maybe my life hasn't sucked as much as yours did, but I've been there! I've been hounded every fucking day by people who only wanted to make me miserable! Every day, getting so tense that I'd feel like throwing up in the shower before leaving for school, and I'd have headaches before noon! I spent weeks hiding in the bathroom during lunch breaks because they wouldn't fucking ease up on me!"

"Boo hoo. I could tell you what I put up with."
I shook my head, and took a deep breath. I forced myself to calm down before I spoke. "I'm not interested in a pissing contest, Rachel."
"Because you'd lose." She poked the knife in my direction, as if to punctuate her statement.

"Because this isn't a competition, and yeah, I'd lose. I'm trying to tell you that we're not that different."
She scoffed.
God, my legs and feet hurt. My ribs weren't exactly sunshine and rainbows either. I felt like I had to do something to distract myself. If it hadn't been my legs that hurt, I would have wanted to pace back and forth, or run, or something. I tried to focus on
Bitch. "Fine. Don't believe me. Here's the nitty-gritty facts, then. You're a member of our team. We need you, and whether you like it or not, you need us."

I LOVE so much this whole tense and meaningful conversation between Skitter and Bitch. Exactly how I said before, S9 will force Bitch to do what they'll want her to do and if she'll refuse, she'll be punished. Because this is how they function as a group. They don't care about principles like friendship, love, loyalty, sacrifice for others, fondness, etc. Well, maybe they have some loyalty towards each other: see Burnscar/Mannequin and Bonesaw/Jack and maybe even affection: Siberian/Bonesaw but they're still rotten and backstabbing at their core, they doubt of each other (Bonesaw/Jack, all others/Cherish), they're ready anytime to betray (Cherish), they change their own rules all the fucking time and they can barely hold themselves from not tearing each others apart. Bitch will have to pay attention 24/7 at each of her teammates (if she's become a S9 member that's it) so they won't kill her or cross her and execute their orders, not matter how much she'd disagree with them. And I highly doubt that they'll be ok with her if she'll hide certain things from them, or lightly punish her, like how Grue did. Undersiders, despite having their own flaws and dark side, are angels compared with S9, and they feel exactly like a true family, where Bitch is welcomed. Yes, Skitter, you're right. She's a member of Undersiders and they're her second family. :)

She scowled. "I-"
"Don't say you don't. Don't say you could manage on your own. You've seen these guys, and you're not stupid."
She looked down at Bentley, putting one hand in front of his snout, as if to check he was still breathing. "All you're spewing out of your mouth-hole are words. You only want to help yourself."
I wished there was something I could have hit, something I could have thrown. I settled for an enraged groan. "What's it going to take to convince you!? Why can't you understand that I can and have put myself in harm's way for you? That despite all the shit between us and everything we've gone through, you're my friend?"
"You are not my friend," she didn't look up at me as she uttered the words.
"Fine! I've accepted that. But you're my friend, even if I don't like you half the time. You're my teammate. We're similar. The only difference is that you went through your shit years ago, and I just got through dealing with mine a few weeks after I joined this team. We've traveled down the same paths. Whether you like it or not, we're kindred spirits. We both struggle with the social-" I trailed off.
Bitch had reacted to something I'd said towards the end there, flinched, almost.
I sighed. This isn't accomplishing anything. I looked at my territory. The plumes of smoke had turned the sky a gray-black in color, some of which glowed faintly orange with the reflected light of the fires. The occasional spark floated through the air from one of the fires that burned around a nearby corner.
She broke the lingering silence, "Coil told me that people would leave me alone if I got powerful enough. If I had allies, if I had money, if I scared my enemies enough."
"When was this?"

"Before I joined the Undersiders. He didn't tell me who he was. Left me a phone with some cash, then called me a while later.
Fucking words that sounded good. Learned my lesson."
She'd spent years on her own, on the streets with only the company of her dogs, running any time a cop or cape came after her. I itched to ask her if she'd suddenly had an increase in the amount of trouble she faced before she came to Brockton Bay. Trouble that could be precipitated by a certain ambitious supervillain?

Of course Coil manipulated Bitch into becoming his henchwoman. I'm sure he created a lot of troubles for her so he can convince her more easy that she can only be respected if she have power. He wanted to turn her into a ruthless Crime Lady in order to be more easy for him to be successful in his ambitions. Everything is his game and every single Undersider and Traveler is his dummy. Lisa was forced to become his dummy, Brain was manipulated with money, Rachel with the promise of power, Alec with the promise of becoming someone more powerful than his father and Taylor was manipulated through Lisa. As for Travelers- Noelle is their carrot. Fucking Coil man-cunt. At least, Skitter is starting to see through Coil's manipulation and I think that Tattletale is in the same position. Its a good start.

No, it wasn't the time.
"You know that joining the Nine would get you the opposite of that. It wouldn't be the kind of power that gets you left alone. It would be a life of being constantly chased, always in the company of people who are ten times as manipulative and two-faced as you think I am."
"I know," she spat.
She picked up Bentley, then adjusted her grip to touch his nose with one hand.
Whatever. Down to brass tacks. I gave her a second to cool down, then spoke, "They killed your dog, hurt Bentley, killed my people and torched my territory. I want to take these fuckers down, no holds barred, and we're going to need your help if we want to pull it off. Screw going on the defensive, I-"
"You had me at no holds barred," she growled, rising from her crouch.
I didn't dare to open my mouth, not with the risk of angering her and changing her mind. I nodded instead.
Together, we limped back to my lair. Every step I took was a chore. Where Grue and I had supported each other, Bitch didn't offer me anything. It bothered me a little; we could have ridden Sirius if we'd cooperated to help each other onto his back, but that wasn't apparently in the cards.
My bugs found Genesis a few blocks away. Or, rather, they found something that approximated a blend between a slug and a rabbit. My bugs identified two bulbous eyes, two tentacles or floppy ears and a body that hugged the ground. The insects I had resting on the surface of the water could feel it flowing up and to the sides of the slug. A small mouth jetted streams of it at the fires of a building near her. I assumed it was Genesis. Educated guess.
One of these days, I was going to run up against something strange and assume it was her, only to be unpleasantly surprised.
I drew words and symbols with the bugs. Shortly after, the flow of the water stopped and the consistency of her body began to break down. She was on her way back.
Charlotte had taken the kids away, so my lair was empty as we made our way inside. Bitch assessed the area and then headed into the bathroom, going for the first aid kit.
"Want help?"
She glared at me. Answer enough.
I headed upstairs and stripped my mannequin of the costume I'd largely completed. Then I removed my rain boots and began the torturous process of peeling out of the costume I was wearing. I'd put off investigating the damage in favor of finding Bitch sooner.
Removing my mask wasn't a problem, but unstrapping my armor and getting my arms out of the sleeves made my ribs ache. A fresh bruise had layered on top of the old one, black and purple over a purple-green. I had to pause for a minute to catch my breath before I began on the legs.

I'd been wearing waterproof tights under my costume, and I cringed to think of the fact that I'd been wading in filthy water with the injuries exposed. I got the first aid kit I'd brought down from my room and found a pair of tweezers. Tatters of melted plastic from the leggings clung to the creases and edges of the burn. Slowly, carefully, I worked my way down, removing the black fragments, digging in where necessary. Every area I cleaned, I disinfected. The largest burn covered my right heel, the top of my foot, and half of my calf, but the toes were okay. The other marked the left ankle, heel and a patch small enough to cover with my hand on the shin. There was less damage, but there was more melted spandex crusting it. If I had second degree burns, it would be there.
The disinfectant virtually hissed as it touched my burns. I applied it liberally, then got out the gauze and antibiotic cream.
It hurt as much as the lingering effects of Bakuda's pain grenade, but there was also the knowledge that it would take forever to heal. I wouldn't be able to wear skin-tight leggings over the injured area.
Bastards. This pain was nothing compared to what they'd subjected my people to. How many people had lost parents, loved ones, friends? Homes? I couldn't even complain to myself about the burn without feeling guilty.

Genesis is a SWEETHEART as she's helping Taylor with putting out the fire in her territory. :) I like this girl more as I read more about her. I'm a bit pissed because I still don't know her real name and I don't like to call her Genesis when she's "out of her costume". I mean, I know she's out of her costume all the time since she's sleeping during all the actions she takes with her projections, I'm just referring at the moments when she's not using her power. I want to know her and Ballistic's real names. I also want to know Battery's REAL name, because Jamie is a fake name. If I were in Taylor's place, I'd seriously ask everyone for their names, whatever they like it or not. Blame my fucked up curiosity for this. :p Speaking about Taylor, her balls of steel are so freaking big that Hookwolf can only dream to have such big balls of steel no matter how much he transforms. :D Pain is almost nothing for her. If I were in her place, it would have been enough for me to blink once in order to start crying and screaming for eternity. I'm not putting myself down, I just admit a harsh truth. I can see Taylor going like this if someone would have watched her tending to her wounds:
-Hello, my people, look at each others, now back to me, now back at each others, now back to me.
-Sadly, nobody is me, but if you stopped using ladies scented body wash and switched to Brown Marmorated Stink Bug's scent, you could smell like you're me.
-Look down, back up, where are you? You're in the center of a Hive with the woman you could smell like. What's in your hand, back at me.
-I have them, my own balls of steel that you love to have. Look again, my balls of steel are now yours.
-Anything is possible when you smell like Brown Marmorated Stink Bug's scent and not a lady. I'm on a giant bug.

She'd be kickass in commercials. 

Genesis was the first one to arrive upstairs, carried by one of her remotely controlled images, a crude rendering of a man who draped her in a chair and then faded as she woke.
"I couldn't put out any of the major fires," she said. For someone who had just spent four fifths of the day sleeping, she looked exhausted.
"Thank you for trying." I took the wire cutters to the inside of my burned costume's leggings. Each squeeze got me only half an inch of cut material.
"What next?"
"I've outlined a basic plan with Grue. He contacted the others. They should be arriving shortly, and we'll all discuss it together. Tattletale doesn't think Burnscar's going to come back anytime soon, but I've laid out spider-silk tripwires over the area, just in case."
"A plan?"
"Of attack. It's easier if we wait until everyone's arrived before I get into it, so I'm not repeating it too many times. Might even be smarter, if Cherish is looking in and trying to read my emotions to figure out what we're doing."
"Attack?"
"Being careful and being on the defensive isn't getting us anywhere."
"It's keeping us alive."
I shook out my costume and examined it. Progress was too slow. I put down the wire cutters and got the plastic lighter from my utility compartment. I proceeded to burn through the material on the inside of the leggings, from the cut I'd made all the way to the crotch, then back down the other side, putting out any flame that lingered. I was nearly done when I finally responded, "I don't think it is. We're still dying. It's just… slower. Can you honestly tell me we're going to survive another two confrontations like this?"
"So you want to be aggressive instead? Suffer a fast death?"
"Yes to the first part, no to the second. Look, they're good because they're experienced. Jack has been doing this for years. He knows the exact balance he needs to strike, to be unpredictable enough that we can't plan against them, but clever enough that we can't catch them off guard."

"But you want to try. To catch them off guard, I mean."
"Yeah."
"It's suicide. Like, what are the odds you're going to make it through a third round? If we have a fifty-fifty chance of dying in a given confrontation, that's, what, a one in eight chance?"
"You're better at math than I am. Sure. Except we're not going to fight them head on. Tell me, what are the limits on your abilities?"
"There really aren't any. If it makes sense, if it's self-sustaining, with organs and an energy supply, it's easier on me. I don't need to take up as much of the load with personal effort. Bigger and denser forms are more taxing, too."
"What about materials? What can you use to put a body together?"

"I… don't know. I can control it, sorta, but my power chooses for me. I visualize it as I use my power, I drift off, and I go into that sort of twilight state when you're just barely almost asleep, and your mind wanders. Anything I haven't firmly put together in my head gets filled in with the stray thoughts and imagination. I never put too much effort into the material, unless I wanted something like armor or stone skin."
So ridiculously powerful. If I had her power… damn it.

Genesis is pretty smart also she's good at math. So, she can control her projections but her power is the one who choose for her which projection to use? Odd, another example of half sentient power, after....wait a minute, I have to look upon my notes.....right, after Aisha's power....I have to look again, I forgot her power :D.....her power to make herself forgotten. So, we have an almost sentient power for Aisha and an almost half-sentient power for Genesis. Girls, you have some weird-ass powers. :confused: Alright, Taylor, stop being envious on Genesis' power. You have a pretty awesome power yourself, besides you have two functional legs, you can walk, you can run, you can dance, you can do so many things that Genesis can't. :( She have a strong power, but I'm sure she'd give up anytime at her power if her legs can be healed and she'd have to choose.

"And special abilities? You can give them to your forms?"
"I have to visualize the mechanism, the organs or whatever that make it work. I only have a limited time before I'm knocked out, so time I spend on that is time I'm not working on other stuff. Like the form I was just using, you didn't see it, but-"
"I saw it."
"Right. The bugs, right. Well, I visualized the water suction system and the water gun, but because I didn't focus on the body, it didn't have arms or legs, and it was slow, and because it didn't have vital organs, it drained me."
"Okay." I held up my costume with the legs and feet reduced to tatters. I turned my attention to a box behind my chair, tucked beneath a shelf of terrariums. A small tide of roaches lifted it and carted it to me. Inside were the scraps of fabric and mask left behind after Mannequin's first retreat. I hadn't wanted to spare any material.
"Why are you asking?"
"Trying to assess the resources we have at our disposal."
I heard a car door slam outside. That would be either Grue or a collection of the others.
Genesis used her hands to shift her position in her seat. I glanced at her legs. They were thin. Atrophy. She'd been in a wheelchair for a while. When I looked up, I saw she'd caught me looking.
"If you have a question, I'd rather you ask than keep wondering."
I felt my face heat up, and quickly turned my attention to the fabric of my old costume. I used the roaches to arrange a patchwork on the floor, using the tattered scraps. My spiders crawled from the terrariums to begin connecting the pieces. It didn't have to be pretty.
"Really. Ask."
"Were you disabled because of your power? A side effect, or something that happened in costume?"
She shook her head. "I've been in a chair since I was four. No, if anything, it's the other way around."
Other way around? My first thought was trigger event. The second was,maybe that idea about people being stronger if they get their powers at a younger age is true after all.
As I mentally categorized my musings, I felt them connect with a bunch of other thoughts. Of the six Travelers, three were among the more powerful capes in Brockton Bay that I'd met. In terms of sheer destructive effect, Sundancer and Ballistic were top-notch. Genesis was top of the line in sheer utility and versatility, a combatant that could endlessly return to the battlefield with whatever form she wanted, provided that her real body was left unmolested. Topping it off, Noelle was apparently so powerful she had to be kept in quarantine. Trickster was impressive, if not quite in the same class as his teammates, and I had no idea what Oliver was all about, since he didn't have powers, as far as I knew.

How had they come together? If I ran with the theory that Genesis somehow had her trigger event at four and was more powerful as a result, did that mean the other powerful members of the group had done something similar? If so, how were they connected?

Good question to ask Genesis, Taylor, but you also could have asked her what is her name. :( Poor girl, she triggered since she was four. And she can't walk for so many years, I think she forgot all the sensations offered by walking or running. Now I want more than ever for Amy to accept helping UT. She can heal Genesis, maybe she can heal Noelle too, she can help them a lot in combat, she'd be so damn useful. If only they can convince her that they'll do much better together than alone...You're not the only one who find Travelers being very mysterious and interesting, Taylor. I'm just as curious about them as you, maybe even more curious. Maybe they all triggered when they're very young, but Noelle triggered much later or she's a Case 53. It would be so funny if Oliver will turn to be the strongest one out of everyone (including Noelle) but with full control over his power. He either doesn't want to use his power or he pretends in front of everyone except for teammates that he doesn't have powers, so he can be an element of surprise when he'll be needed the most. How much should I wait for an entire Arc about the most interesting and exciting non-so-villain villains, Travelers? Its getting painful here. :D

Or was I thinking along the wrong lines?
My bugs counted the people who'd exited the car and were heading through the storm drain. A group.
"The others are coming in. Your team and Regent."
She smiled a little, but it was almost a sad expression. Resigned.
Back when I'd first talked with Sundancer, I could remember asking her about her experience with the Travelers. What was it she'd
said? Intense, violent, lonely. Lonely despite the fact that they were constantly in each other's company. I couldn't exactly remember what Sundancer's explanation for that loneliness had been. It had been vague, hadn't it?
Seeing Genesis's expression, I suspected Sundancer wasn't the only one who felt that way.
The others made their way upstairs, followed by Bitch. They gathered around my room, all standing. I moved to stand, myself, but
Trickster gestured for me to stay seated.
"You okay?" Regent asked.
"Alive. Hurts like hell."
Through my swarm-sense, I felt a truck park outside. Grue let himself in through the front door.
Before long, all were present. Grue dialed Tattletale and put the phone on speaker.
"Yo," her voice came through. "Me and Coil here."
"Skitter wants to attack the Nine, remove a tester before they get their turn."
Trickster whistled. "Risky."
"Look at it this way," I said. "Um. How many police forces and superteams have tried to beat the Nine? How many divisions of the Protectorate or alliances of cape teams have tried to beat them?"
"Lots," Trickster said.
"Too many to count. The Nine play things like my team does on good days. They pick their fights, avoiding confrontations or disappearing when they aren't certain they can win. When they do fight, they hit where it hurts. We do that. Look at what Regent did to Shadow Stalker, what I did to Lung on both occasions. And they terrorize their victims. We do the same thing, unintentionally or not. Grue is scary with the darkness, Bitch's dogs make people shit themselves. Me? Everyone's at least a little creeped out by bugs. Tattletale and Regent are unnerving in a whole different way. The Nine are us on steroids."
"That's not a very flattering comparison." Grue folded his arms.
"No. But I think it's on target, and I don't think it's a total coincidence that they wound up considering two members of our group for the Nine, Cherish's motivations aside. So let's avoid playing things like Jack wants us to, let's not do things the way better heroes have tried and failed. We play this like they play this. Unpredictable, calculated recklessness, we don't get caught up in a fight, and we think through every part of the plan."

Grue shook his head a little, as if in response to some thought that crossed his mind.
"You will have my assistance," Coil said, "Jack Slash needs to die, and you'll have access to all of my resources should you move forward."
"Alright. Thanks. Bitch is on board, I think?"
Bitch nodded.

That's not a flattering comparison, yes, I definitely agree with Grue. Undersiders are light years BETTER (when it comes to morals) than S9. Hell, even Bitch is a much more nice person than 99% of S9. The only way I can compare these two groups is in terms of efficiency. Both groups are very efficient in combat and use strategy to win in almost any given situation. If I have to compared S9 with something, I can say that they're a mixture of Undersiders+ Insane Trio of Bitches+ Noelle's hidden danger and creepiness.

"Everyone needs to be willing to do this if we're going to move forward. I'm not just talking about attacking these guys. Sundancer, Ballistic, you guys have been holding back for a long time. I know it's asking a hell of a lot, but… are you guys prepared to kill?"
Silence hung in the air for a few long seconds.
"Yeah," Ballistic said. "If it's monsters like that? I think I could."
Sundancer hesitated. She hugged her arms against her body, lips pursed.
"Mars," Trickster said, his voice quiet, "You've killed before."
"Accidentally."
I thought back to her hesitation to use her power, back when we'd fought Oni Lee and Lung together.
"These guys aren't bystanders, they're not people," Ballistic said. "They don't even resemble people. They're freaks, monsters. The worst this planet has to offer."
Sundancer killed accidentally before....Unexpected!!! Well, it was an accident, it wasn't your fault, Marissa (I like Trickster's nickname for her, Mars :)), as long as you didn't killed on purpose a harmless person, then there's nothing that would make me angry at you. I think the other killers of their team are Trickster and Ballistic and I have this feeling that Trickster didn't killed people accidentally. :( I definitely AGREE with Ballistic's opinion about why is necessary to kill S9. They're monsters and they need to be eradicated before they'll commit more crimes. Ballistic expresses my own thoughts here. I'm as peaceful as Sundancer, but I'd kill without hesitation people like S9 or other monsters similar with them (as long as I'd be sure that bystanders won't be hurt). But, if Sundancer still doesn't want to kill, I don't want them to force her. She should not be obligated to do what she isn't comfortable with. Even if she'd be so useful, its up to her if she'd like to use her power to kill their enemies or not.

"It's not that simple."
"By killing them, you're saving dozens, even hundreds of people," I said.
"It's not that simple!"
"It really is," I replied. "I don't think we need an answer now, but you need to let us know before we begin."
"What else do you need?" Lisa asked, through the phone.
"We can't do anything until you find them. I know the local technology is down, but-"
"But the local police and capes brought in emergency communications, just like Coil did for us. I've been listening in on the radio transmissions. Narrowing it down. I could pull an all-nighter, listen in, and figure it out."
"That's as good an excuse as any," Grue said. "If I'm going to help with this, I need to know that you're on the ball. I don't do this unless everyone that's going to be on the battlefield gets six hours of sleep before we begin. By that time, Tattletale will have a location." He faced me square on as he said it.
"I don't have normal sleep patterns," Genesis replied, "In fact, I need to be awake to recharge."
"Exceptions allowed, of course," Grue said, without turning away from me.
Six hours of sleep, with everything I had on my conscience?
"Sure," I lied. "But we attack first thing in the morning, or as soon as Tattletale pins them down."
"First chance," he agreed.
"Is there any possibility that we could deploy Noelle?" I asked Trickster.
"No," Trickster said.
"If she's as powerful as you say-"
"If Noelle used her power in this battle you're talking about, everyone loses."
The Travelers were way, way too fond of that line.
"Then, Coil, what kind of munitions do you have?"
"Most. I can provide virtually anything, given time, but for tomorrow morning? Well, tell me what you need."
"I'm thinking explosives. How much can you provide?"
"Hold on," Lisa cut in. "You're talking about Ballistic and Sundancer using their powers without limits, you want to use Noelle, now explosives?"
"And I'm talking about me using black widows, brown recluses and every nasty bug I have at my disposal. I'm talking about us packing guns and grenades. All of us. No holds barred."
Trickster rubbed his chin. "Okay. They broke the unspoken rules between capes, so there's no reason to actually follow those rules. Sure. But do you actually have a plan?"
"Yes," I replied. "Keep in mind that this could change pretty dramatically depending on where we find them and what they're up to when we run into them."

There were some nods from the others around the room. My bugs had finished connecting the tattered pieces of fabric. It wasn't pretty, but a few tugs to test it showed it was as sturdy as anything I'd made. I draped it over my lap. Until my legs healed, I'd be wearing my new costume for my upper body, with the tattered cloth as a skirt to protect my burned legs.
Then I told them what we'd be trying to do.

Grue, take Taylor in your strong, mainly arms, put her in her bed and force her to sleep for 6 hours. Stay there with her, watching like a CREEP her sleep, so she won't fake it. Because she really needs some good rest. Otherwise, she'll steal fucking nuclear bombs and wipe off half of America just to kill S9. I mean, seriously, I agree with a war against S9, but I was referring at a strategic war, not a full one that might turn the entire City into a black hole. There are civilians that can die as collateral damage, something that is NOT acceptable. Never acceptable. "sighs" Hope your plan will work without people who are not S9 dying. "sighs again" I don't even know what happened with.....Aisha. What if Cherish lied her and took her hostage? Imagine her being at Siberian or worse, Bonesaw's mercy. Imagine her becoming one of Bonesaw's experiments... Gosh, this is the LAST THING I want to happen to Aisha.

Good night and sleep well, my sweet friends.
 
Bakuda could bypass it with her Vista power's bomb, right? And maybe other power-bombs if she'd have a little more time.
Yep she did mention that she had cracked the manton effect with those bombs.
I personally found it a bit unclear if she meant that the bombs bypassed it entirely (by affecting living/organic and nonliving/unorganic things the same way) or if she had merely discovered how to make her bomb "flip" and effect the opposite to the power they were inspired by. But yes that does appear to be the non-Narwhal example of someone bypassing the Manton Effect. It's really quite rare.
 
Hello, friends, and welcome a a new Chapter Snare 13.5. The previous Chapter can be described using simple terms: psychology stuff from the Slaughterhouse School of Psychology for Supervillains, panic, terror, boys being gentlemen, Hive on fire, tears, miss Self-Hating alias Skitter, Charlotte and Sierra being the best henchpersons as always, more Genesis and an off-screen plan to take S9 down. I also understood the reasons behind S9 acting so cruel and destructive: 50% because they're misanthropic psychos and 50% because they're Huge bullies. They see themselves superior to everyone else and they love to bully their victims until they break them. They're the worst kind of super-villains (but they're still very interesting, actually some of the most interesting supervillains I've ever read about). Now I wonder if Emma, Madison and Sophia wouldn't have become like them if they're crazy and had powers. Actually, Sophia was crazy and had superpowers and we know how she acted, we saw her in action. But what about Emma and Madison? I think the Trio of Bitches would have become easy Slaughterhouse 3 if they're insane parahumans. Because they're already cruel and horrendous bullies. And now I think I understand why Taylor always hate herself everytime when she believes that she failed in front of S9. I mean, she hates herself more usual. Not because of Dinah (her seemingly main motivation) or because she believes that she can't defeat S9, when its clear that she defeated Mannequin two times and she was so close to defeat Burnscar if Mannequin didn't protected her (so, she can defeat some of S9 members). But because she sees in S9 the Trio of Bitches who bullied her for an year and a half during school. She sees them as a twisted, nightmarish version of her bullies, and she knows that she failed to protect herself against her school bullies, she knows how helpless and impotent she was in front of them, and everytime when S9 have the upper hand over her, she feels the same hopelessness and impotence she felt during her school bulling. Its like her nightmare is repeating again, only this time much more worse. Trio of Bullies become the Super Eight Bullies and she feels like she can't take anymore. Deep down, she's afraid of her enemies and is tired of fighting, but she needs to hide her fears- so others can feel safe with her protecting their ass- and to confront them. To confront her new bullies, but this time without any rules and restrictions. This is how I interpret the unusual Taylor's self-blaming when it comes to S9, unusual even for herself, seeing how she never hated herself so much before fighting them. Alright, let's start the new Chapter.


Love Skitter's insistence to convince Bitch to trust her again. She realized that Bitch will never do what Burnscar demanded from her to do- killing the only human companions she have- because even if she's acting all nervous and tsundere, deep down Bitch needs her teammates in her life, besides she'll never accept to take orders from S9 and do whatever they want her to do, a thing that would happen in case she'd become a member. Siberian promised her freedom, but she didn't specified what kind of freedom: not to do whatever you want, good if you feel like, bad if you feel like or be neutral and just have fun. No, this is not the kind of freedom that Bitch would enjoy as a S9 member. She'd be forced to do horrible things, kill people, terrorize entire cities, be merciless and unforgiving and listen to whatever Jack will tell her. This is the only kind of "freedom" that is waiting for Bitch. Freedom from morality, ethics, laws, respect for life, everything that define us as civilized and social humans. Bitch will become a ruthless killer and nothing more. And she wouldn't want this. Because she's not a crazy bitch like Burnscar or a stupid bitch like Cherish or a wild bitch like Siberian or an arrogant bitch like Shatterbird. She's her own kind of Bitch. A Bitch with her heart in her right place, despite playing hard. :)


I LOVE so much this whole tense and meaningful conversation between Skitter and Bitch. Exactly how I said before, S9 will force Bitch to do what they'll want her to do and if she'll refuse, she'll be punished. Because this is how they function as a group. They don't care about principles like friendship, love, loyalty, sacrifice for others, fondness, etc. Well, maybe they have some loyalty towards each other: see Burnscar/Mannequin and Bonesaw/Jack and maybe even affection: Siberian/Bonesaw but they're still rotten and backstabbing at their core, they doubt of each other (Bonesaw/Jack, all others/Cherish), they're ready anytime to betray (Cherish), they change their own rules all the fucking time and they can barely hold themselves from not tearing each others apart. Bitch will have to pay attention 24/7 at each of her teammates (if she's become a S9 member that's it) so they won't kill her or cross her and execute their orders, not matter how much she'd disagree with them. And I highly doubt that they'll be ok with her if she'll hide certain things from them, or lightly punish her, like how Grue did. Undersiders, despite having their own flaws and dark side, are angels compared with S9, and they feel exactly like a true family, where Bitch is welcomed. Yes, Skitter, you're right. She's a member of Undersiders and they're her second family. :)


Of course Coil manipulated Bitch into becoming his henchwoman. I'm sure he created a lot of troubles for her so he can convince her more easy that she can only be respected if she have power. He wanted to turn her into a ruthless Crime Lady in order to be more easy for him to be successful in his ambitions. Everything is his game and every single Undersider and Traveler is his dummy. Lisa was forced to become his dummy, Brain was manipulated with money, Rachel with the promise of power, Alec with the promise of becoming someone more powerful than his father and Taylor was manipulated through Lisa. As for Travelers- Noelle is their carrot. Fucking Coil man-cunt. At least, Skitter is starting to see through Coil's manipulation and I think that Tattletale is in the same position. Its a good start.


Genesis is a SWEETHEART as she's helping Taylor with putting out the fire in her territory. :) I like this girl more as I read more about her. I'm a bit pissed because I still don't know her real name and I don't like to call her Genesis when she's "out of her costume". I mean, I know she's out of her costume all the time since she's sleeping during all the actions she takes with her projections, I'm just referring at the moments when she's not using her power. I want to know her and Ballistic's real names. I also want to know Battery's REAL name, because Jamie is a fake name. If I were in Taylor's place, I'd seriously ask everyone for their names, whatever they like it or not. Blame my fucked up curiosity for this. :p Speaking about Taylor, her balls of steel are so freaking big that Hookwolf can only dream to have such big balls of steel no matter how much he transforms. :D Pain is almost nothing for her. If I were in her place, it would have been enough for me to blink once in order to start crying and screaming for eternity. I'm not putting myself down, I just admit a harsh truth. I can see Taylor going like this if someone would have watched her tending to her wounds:
-Hello, my people, look at each others, now back to me, now back at each others, now back to me.
-Sadly, nobody is me, but if you stopped using ladies scented body wash and switched to Brown Marmorated Stink Bug's scent, you could smell like you're me.
-Look down, back up, where are you? You're in the center of a Hive with the woman you could smell like. What's in your hand, back at me.
-I have them, my own balls of steel that you love to have. Look again, my balls of steel are now yours.
-Anything is possible when you smell like Brown Marmorated Stink Bug's scent and not a lady. I'm on a giant bug.

She'd be kickass in commercials. 


Genesis is pretty smart also she's good at math. So, she can control her projections but her power is the one who choose for her which projection to use? Odd, another example of half sentient power, after....wait a minute, I have to look upon my notes.....right, after Aisha's power....I have to look again, I forgot her power :D.....her power to make herself forgotten. So, we have an almost sentient power for Aisha and an almost half-sentient power for Genesis. Girls, you have some weird-ass powers. :confused: Alright, Taylor, stop being envious on Genesis' power. You have a pretty awesome power yourself, besides you have two functional legs, you can walk, you can run, you can dance, you can do so many things that Genesis can't. :( She have a strong power, but I'm sure she'd give up anytime at her power if her legs can be healed and she'd have to choose.


Good question to ask Genesis, Taylor, but you also could have asked her what is her name. :( Poor girl, she triggered since she was four. And she can't walk for so many years, I think she forgot all the sensations offered by walking or running. Now I want more than ever for Amy to accept helping UT. She can heal Genesis, maybe she can heal Noelle too, she can help them a lot in combat, she'd be so damn useful. If only they can convince her that they'll do much better together than alone...You're not the only one who find Travelers being very mysterious and interesting, Taylor. I'm just as curious about them as you, maybe even more curious. Maybe they all triggered when they're very young, but Noelle triggered much later or she's a Case 53. It would be so funny if Oliver will turn to be the strongest one out of everyone (including Noelle) but with full control over his power. He either doesn't want to use his power or he pretends in front of everyone except for teammates that he doesn't have powers, so he can be an element of surprise when he'll be needed the most. How much should I wait for an entire Arc about the most interesting and exciting non-so-villain villains, Travelers? Its getting painful here. :D


That's not a flattering comparison, yes, I definitely agree with Grue. Undersiders are light years BETTER (when it comes to morals) than S9. Hell, even Bitch is a much more nice person than 99% of S9. The only way I can compare these two groups is in terms of efficiency. Both groups are very efficient in combat and use strategy to win in almost any given situation. If I have to compared S9 with something, I can say that they're a mixture of Undersiders+ Insane Trio of Bitches+ Noelle's hidden danger and creepiness.


Sundancer killed accidentally before....Unexpected!!! Well, it was an accident, it wasn't your fault, Marissa (I like Trickster's nickname for her, Mars :)), as long as you didn't killed on purpose a harmless person, then there's nothing that would make me angry at you. I think the other killers of their team are Trickster and Ballistic and I have this feeling that Trickster didn't killed people accidentally. :( I definitely AGREE with Ballistic's opinion about why is necessary to kill S9. They're monsters and they need to be eradicated before they'll commit more crimes. Ballistic expresses my own thoughts here. I'm as peaceful as Sundancer, but I'd kill without hesitation people like S9 or other monsters similar with them (as long as I'd be sure that bystanders won't be hurt). But, if Sundancer still doesn't want to kill, I don't want them to force her. She should not be obligated to do what she isn't comfortable with. Even if she'd be so useful, its up to her if she'd like to use her power to kill their enemies or not.


Grue, take Taylor in your strong, mainly arms, put her in her bed and force her to sleep for 6 hours. Stay there with her, watching like a CREEP her sleep, so she won't fake it. Because she really needs some good rest. Otherwise, she'll steal fucking nuclear bombs and wipe off half of America just to kill S9. I mean, seriously, I agree with a war against S9, but I was referring at a strategic war, not a full one that might turn the entire City into a black hole. There are civilians that can die as collateral damage, something that is NOT acceptable. Never acceptable. "sighs" Hope your plan will work without people who are not S9 dying. "sighs again" I don't even know what happened with.....Aisha. What if Cherish lied her and took her hostage? Imagine her being at Siberian or worse, Bonesaw's mercy. Imagine her becoming one of Bonesaw's experiments... Gosh, this is the LAST THING I want to happen to Aisha.

Good night and sleep well, my sweet friends.
Did you know that, during the leviathan's attack, wildbow threw a coin to decide who lives and who dies, apparently.
Also, the power of aisha does not work through the screens, or in this case, the text.
 
Snare 13.6
Hello, lovely people. Last time, our "heroes" were getting ready for a full war against S9. Its a very hazardous move for two obvious reasons: civilians in the area where S9 might be, who'll become collateral victims during confrontations and....Aisha being probably taken prisoner by Cherish. Somehow, I doubt that Cherish released Aisha as part of their "deal". Its more possible that she actually LIED to Aisha so she can turn off her power, in this way being captured by Cherish's teammates. Maybe this was Cherish's "deal": to win the trust of her team after she managed to trick and capture the assassin-spy. She said that she's going to strike a deal but she didn't specified what KIND OF DEAL. By having...Aisha as their hostage, they can force a surrender from UT or warn them to stop their attack and retreat. Or a third option: Aisha to be turned into one of Bonesaw's experiments and controlled by the little mad scientist to fight against UT. In this way, Brian will refuse to fight back against his sister and he'll either get captured too or be severely injured by her. Or sabotage his teammates+ Travelers allies so he can protect his sister. The whole operation will probably turn into a fiasco because of Brian and....his sister. A fiasco whose mastermind would be Cherish. Or maybe everything will end up being successful. :) Let's not lose hope. Let's start Snare 13.6

"We set up and act the second they stop moving," Grue's voice sounded through the walkie-talkie. "Be ready to move the instant Cherish alerts them. We maintain unbroken line of sight over the Nine and between our squads. Notify us and change position if you lose sight of 'em. Everyone knows what they're doing?"
Various assents could be heard through the walkie-talkies.
"Maybe I should ask if anyone's unsure about what they're doing?" he asked.
There was no response.
"Good. Hold positions."
The strategy was mine, but Grue was more comfortable than I was as a battlefield commander. I was okay with him taking charge here. Preferred it.
I raised my binoculars. Seven members of the Nine were strolling down the street. Jack, Bonesaw and Siberian were at the head of the group, and Jack was using his knife to try to cut down anyone he saw who didn't get under cover fast enough. It was almost an idle amusement, rather than some mission or task he'd undertaken. Most escaped, and he didn't go to any particular effort to chase them down, as though he were conserving his strength.
Cherish, Mannequin and Shatterbird were in the middle of the group, Crawler behind them, trailing behind with languid, casually effective movements that resembled those of a cat. At the very back of the group, trailing even behind Crawler, was a hulk of a man who I took to be Hatchet Face. He looked like he was rotting alive, and there were grafts of flesh and mechanical replacement parts filling in the gaps.
The majority of my attention was on Cherish. Through the lenses of the binoculars, I focused on her face. I watched the movements of her eyes, her facial expressions, and the tension in her hands. Nothing she'd done thus far had indicated she was aware of us. Her attention seemed more focused on the handful people Jack had cut down. As they walked, she looked down at each of the wounded and dying with the detached interest one might have for a car accident by the side of the highway. She hadn't opened her mouth since we'd caught up with their group.
I so wanted to jump in and save those people. But it would be suicide. Our priority was stopping the Nine.
Part one of the plan was simple. Up until the point we engaged, we stayed as far away as we could while maintaining a visual and some ability to act. We knew Cherish's power was more effective as she was closer to her targets. If there was any element of surprise to be had, we'd have it by striking from a distance.
I spared a glance at Mannequin, changing the focus of my binoculars to the man in white. Again, he'd replaced his parts. His form resembled what I'd seen the first time I'd encountered him.
I turned my attention back to Cherish. Shatterbird was saying something to her, her lips moving in the rhythms of speech beneath the glass beak/visor that covered the upper half of her face. She was using her hands to punctuate her words. Cherish didn't respond. From the length of Shatterbird's speech, I took it to be some kind of monologue or lecture.
OMG, Jack is slaughtering bystanders left and right. Guys, take great care, there are a lot of panicked and injured people around, no matter how much you want to blow up Jack in pieces, you have to try to avoid civilians as much as possible. :( Yes, I'm with you, Skitter, I so want to help the civilians too, but by doing that the entire operation will be screwed. I'm still waiting with my heart beating like crazy in my chest for Experiment Aisha to make an unfortunate appearance and put an end to this plan even before it will even start. Cherish looks pretty bored and I can understand why: she's being lectured by Shatterbird and even the most energetic and patient person in the world would feel how boredom is slowly killing them if Shatterbird will start lecturing them. :p Imagine Shatterbird choosing a teacher life instead of a mass murderer one. She'd instantly make all her students want to kill themselves after 10 minutes of teaching. She would still be a criminal even without having this intention.

"Hey," Sundancer said from beside me, "Ten or so seconds until we lose them behind that building over there."
A quick check confirmed she was right. The direction their group was traveling would take them out of sight. I picked up the walkie-talkie, "Moving forward. You guys have eyes on them?"
"Yeah," Grue reported. That would be our second squad.
"Yep," Trickster said, from the third.
I was already sitting side-saddle on Bentley, with Bitch ahead of me. My burned legs didn't afford me much grip with my calves, so we'd taken a loop of the chain that surrounded Bentley and wound it under and over my lap and around my waist to secure me in place, connecting it with a carabiner in case I needed to get off fast. I put one arm around Bitch for further support, and scooted forward to make room for Sundancer.
"Go," Bitch hissed the words the second Sundancer was in position. Bentley lunged forward, leaping to the next rooftop and landing with enough force that I wasn't sure I could have stayed seated if I'd been riding normally.
Bentley was more of a bruiser than the other two dogs, with his front half adding up to almost twice the mass of the rear. It made him weaker at the long distance leaps than any of the dogs I'd ridden thus far, but his powerful upper body also made him a strong climber. It also meant he had the raw strength to carry three of us and the pair of heavy metal boxes that we'd strapped to his sides. Our progress wasn't fast, but we did make our way up the side of the next building, Bentley's claws digging into the windowsills as he slowly and methodically ascended. From that building It was one more leap and a short climb to the roof of the tallest building in the area. I released my deathgrip on the chains and got the binoculars and walkie-talkie out.
"In position on the Demesnes Soft Tower. Location of the Nine?"
"Lord and Tillman," Trickster answered me.
I found the intersection. Once I had the right general area, it wasn't hard to spot them. Crawler was conspicuous.
"Found them," I informed the others.
Our setup put Grue, Ballistic and Sirius directly behind the Nine, along with the metal cases of supplies we'd strapped to Sirius' sides. Trickster and Regent were mounted on Genesis, who had taken a form not unlike the dogs. The trio were positioned to the
Nine's left. By contrast, my group, with Sundancer, Bitch and Bentley, were positioned to their right.
Each of us were a little over a thousand feet away from the Nine, three city blocks, give or take. It meant my allies were out of range of my powers. It was a drawback, but I hoped it would balance out.
"They're moving with purpose," Tattletale sounded over the walkie-talkie. Trickster was sending her ongoing video with a camera and directional microphone. "I think they're heading to Dolltown."
DOLLTOWN?!? Isn't Dolltown Parian's territory. I remember telling to her girlfriend and Vista that her territory is called Dolltown. So, these murderbeasts are going to her territory to kill her people. Gosh, Flechette, your girlfriend is attacked in her own territory by bloodthirsty monsters. I think she'd be so mad if she'd know. So mad that she'll forget she's a hero and will start to actively slaughter a monster or two. Flechette is a good girl but from what I noticed during her Interlude, she's not afraid to use some violence if she have to. She's not aggressive as Shadow Stalker, but she's not entirely harmless either. She'll lose her shit if Parian will be injured or worse. Quickly, go after them and stop them from turning Parian's territory into a slaughterhouse.

"Parian's territory," Ballistic said. "She controls these giant stuffed animals. Cordoned off an area in my district before I made my claim. I haven't gotten around to dealing with her yet, with the Nine and all."
"They're probably trying to bait the heroes out," Tattletale said, "Killing in the streets, then attacking one of the safe territories that aren't controlled by us."
"ETA for them getting to their destination?" I asked.
"One minute," Tattletale spoke.
"Moving up," Grue reported. "You guys maintain visual."
Jack was still attacking everyone he spotted. How many lives would be lost in the meantime? Worse, would Cherish notice our presence, or would Jack look for civilians and spot one of us on a rooftop blocks away?
Going into this with the element of surprise was almost too much to hope for.
I put my walkie-talkie down, but I kept my eyes on Cherish. She hadn't spoken, and there was no change in her posture.
"Grue," Trickster said, "Get in position fast. I see the area where Parian marked off her territory. If they're going to stop, they're going to stop here."
I used the binoculars and found the area in question. Yellow spray paint, rain coats and scarves had been used to form a line across a street.
Grue didn't respond, but that could easily be because he was focusing on riding. Just in case, I asked, "You have eyes on him, Trickster?"
"Yeah. Grue and Ballistic are heading up to a spot where they can see everyone. No danger."
No danger. It was a loaded statement. Burnscar wasn't here, but Tattletale was ninety percent certain that the pyrokinetic teleporter was off tracking down one of the 'hero' candidates or Hookwolf to give them their tests.
My heart was hammering in my chest, and I knew that between one of these heartbeats and the next, one of the Nine could spot us. If it was Jack or Shatterbird, we could be dead or bleeding out less than a second later.
"Set up," Grue ordered.
I unclipped the carabiner and hopped down. Working alongside Bitch and Sundancer, I helped bring the boxes we'd strapped to
Bentley's side to the edge of the rooftop. We hurried back, Sundancer giving me a hand up. I almost didn't feel the pain of my legs with the tension and adrenaline that thrummed through me. Or maybe that was the industrial strength painkillers Coil had provided.
I didn't want to think about the fact that the drugs I'd taken might be the same ones that he'd used to drug Dinah.
A quick sweep verified that the area around 'Dolltown' was largely empty of people. The flooding was bad here, and only Parian's place was really on high enough ground to be free of it. Just to make sure, I asked, "Tattletale? How many bystanders?"
"Going by the video feed? Guessing there's between eight and twenty people in the buildings around you."
"Then I'm set," I replied. I strapped the 'seatbelt' chain around my waist and hips and reconnected the carabiner. Other voices echoed mine, confirming they were ready.
Halfway across the roof, Sundancer began forming her miniature sun. I checked on the others with my binoculars. Trickster and
Regent were crouched at the corner of one building, and Genesis was dissolving. Good.
Grue and Ballistic were arguing. I was pretty sure. I could see Grue grabbing Ballistic's shoulder with one hand and pointing at the
Nine with the other.
"What's going on, Grue?" I asked.
"He's chickening out."
He's supposed to handle Cherish. I glanced at the Nine. No sign of anything from her. She was standing apart from the rest of the group, her arms folded.
"She looks like someone I used to know," Ballistic said, as if that was some kind of answer.
"Who?" Trickster asked.
"Sadie. From seventh grade."
"Nope," Trickster replied. "Not in the slightest. Your head's fucking with you. Get the job done."
"But-"
Trickster's voice was as hard as I'd ever heard it. "Now. Remember the deal we made. Our promise to each other and to Noelle.
Don't fuck this up."
Ballistic hesitated. Through the scope of my binoculars, I could see him holding the foot-ball sized warhead in his hands. "She's a human being, someone with feelings, and tastes and-"
Regent was the one who cut him off this time, "And she's someone that has forced parents to mutilate and kill their kids and she made them enjoy it. Then she left them to live with the aftermath."
FUCK!!! CHERISH FORCED PARENTS TO KILL THEIR KIDS?????!!! :rage::rage::rage:Gosh, this bitch is even worse than I imagined her to be. Regent is a freaking angel compared to her (he's still a rapist, yes, but compared to what this bitch is doing, he's much better). At first I believed that Regent is very similar with his dad, but after I meet Cherish, I think she's the one who's very much like their father, not Regent. She deserves the WORST, the worst kind of punishment. Not death, death would be too easy for her. Something more horrifying and terrible than death. Something like an endless punishment who will end only when she'll die. Like being locked inside a cell, with nobody around her so she'll be all utterly alone until her death. Also, while she's in the cell, they should force her to relieve her worst memories about her life over and over and over again. Or even better, turned by Amy into a blob of flesh, without mouth, eyes, members, but with still a human mind and memories so she'd be aware of her nightmarish condition. But don't kill her. I want to enjoy her eternal suffering, her death will actually make me sad because there would be no satisfaction. And before anyone will say that I should not enjoy this monster's suffering, I'm going to say that I really don't care about what I should feel or I should not feel about something. I feel what I feel, according to my own emotions and beliefs. I'm gonna feel joy for her endless suffering in the same manner she feels joy for forcing parents to kill their children. Monsters should be treated in the same manner they treat others. That's the reason why I think that Cherish betrayed Aisha's trust and took her hostage. Because monsters are not trustful individuals.

Regent sounded remarkably calm given the situation.
"She's my sister. If anyone has a right to get sentimental, it's me, and I'm saying it's okay to off her," he finished.
"I-" Ballistic broke off.
I shifted my attention to the Nine. Jack, Siberian and Bonesaw were moving past the yellow lines. And Cherish… Cherish was turning to look in Grue and Ballistic's direction. I could see her almost bounce in place as she got her feet under her and started sprinting, her mouth opening.
"Cover blown!" I shouted into the walkie-talkie. Taking my finger off the button, I called out, "Trickster, Sundancer!"
Sundancer sent her sun soaring around to the Nine, taking the long route so it could cut them off. In that same moment, Trickster pointed a sniper rifle at a corpse on the street and swapped Cherish's position with it.
Part two of the plan, after finding them and getting into our positions, was to remove Cherish as fast as humanly possible. If we accomplished nothing else, our goal was to do that and then make a run for it. It would pave the way for future attacks and it would slow them down.
We'd left that task to Ballistic, with the idea that Trickster would take care of Jack. Ballistic decided he didn't have it in him at the worst possible moment, forcing us to shift roles.
Damn him.
Cherish was struck by Trickster's shot, blood spattering the pavement. Her teammates left her behind.
"Don't have line of sight to Jack!" Trickster reported.
"Hit the others," I told Sundancer.
"You mean kill them," her voice was quiet, her fists clenched at her side
"Kill them, then." I could see the sun growing as it flew. It was maybe eighteen feet in diameter now.
"Just… just tell me there aren't any civilians there, no bystanders."
I looked through my binoculars. The remainder of the Nine were making a break for it. Mannequin and Siberian stood still, watching Grue and Ballistic, Crawler was barreling towards them, and Shatterbird had taken to the air. Jack and Bonesaw were taking cover around a corner to stay out of Grue and Ballistic's line of fire.
The thing that had once been Hatchet Face scooped up the wounded and anyone he could catch and deposited them with his group. Bonesaw had a scalpel out and was cutting the second the people were in her reach. A throat slashed here, a stomach cavity opened there. Intestines and muscle strung from one individual to another, connecting them together as their faces contorted in pain. Some struggled to stand, to strike Bonesaw or push themselves away, but deft slices with the scalpel severed tendons and ligaments. It was a kind of grim reversal, the adults utterly helpless and weak when faced with the child.
YES, YES, YES, TRICKSTER INJURED CHERISH. Trickster is the best. But she's only injured, this is not even 1% enough to satisfy my hunger for her pain. Anyway, its a good start, maybe you'll manage to capture her then everyone would take turns to torture her. But I kind of wanted whatever punishment Bonesaw prepared for her, cause if S9 are the best at something, is to give their victims fates worse than death. Godness, Bonesaw is pulling a Human Centipede and sticks people together. She's just a petty monster like everyone else of her Band of Merry MurderDevils. I still don't know why I keep believing that she can redeem herself, she seems beyond any redemption. She obviously likes what she's doing, she doesn't seem to be forced, otherwise she would have killed Jack and Cherish and just run away without the others being able to find her. Or maybe she suffers from Stockholm Syndrome, getting attached to her teammates and taking joy in acting like them? Anyway, this is no excuse for what she's doing. I should stop finding her excuses even if she's a child. I should stop being so weak and pathetic in front of a murderous child. But what if she's not a child for real? What if she's a mature woman but she just modified her body and face so she can look forever like a child? We know Tinkers making crazy modifications of their bodies so I won't be surprised if she made herself look like a child, because she never liked to leave her childhood and embrace the adulthood. This is a new theory that I have about Bonesaw.

We'll never have another shot like this.
"No," I said. I even managed to sound convincing. "No civilians! Go!"
"Then tell me where to move it," Sundancer's eyes were closed. "I can't see that far."
"Out further, left, left, left," the miniature sun slid twenty or so feet with every order I gave as I tracked the enemy's position and
the movements of the orb with the binoculars. "Short bit left and then out!"
I couldn't look directly at the thing, but I saw Mannequin and Siberian wheel around as the blinding light of the orb caught their attention. Mannequin ran, and Siberian lunged forward.
The orb slid out into position around the mouth of the alley and then rolled over Jack, Bonesaw and Hatchet Face.
"Report!" Tattetale's voice came from the walkie-talkie. "I don't have visual."
"Sundancer just hit Jack, Hatchet Face and Bonesaw."
"Where are the rest?"
"Crawler heading for Grue and Ballistic, Mannequin running down Tillman in Regent and Trickster's general direction. Shatterbird's
going for the bird's-eye view. I don't think she's seen any of us except Grue and Ballistic."
"Siberian?"
"Missing."
"Shit. Assume they're all alive, then. Sundancer's power still in that area?"
Alive? "It is."
"Then keep it there!"
I glanced at Sundancer and she gave me a grim nod.
Crawler had reached Grue and was scaling the side of the building with surprising speed. I'd taken him for a quadruped, but
apparently his joints were modular. His proportions were more simian, now, and he was climbing up the side of the building twice as fast as I could have run it if it were laid out horizontally.
Part three of the plan had been to hit them as hard as we could. Trickster was using his rifle to take shots at Mannequin, but I couldn't see if it was having any effect. Ballistic finally decided to contribute, and fired a warhead at Mannequin. Then he reached into the box he and Grue had unloaded from Sirius's harness and grabbed two more. He fired them into the smoke cloud that had
expanded around Mannequin.
I could see Crawler reaching the edge of the roof, not twenty feet from Grue and Ballistic.
Part four of the plan? Avoid direct confrontation.
"Trickster," Grue said, the one word buzzing over the walkie-talkies.
Crawler disappeared, and an empty pickup truck toppled from the edge of the roof to the ground. Crawler was back in the vicinity of the other Nine, not far from Sundancer's burning orb. Blocks away from Grue and Ballistic.
The monster lunged after Grue and Ballistic again, and was supported this time by Shatterbird, who conjured up a storm of glass shards to pelt the pair. Ballistic retaliated by firing a warhead at Shatterbird, who prematurely detonated the explosive with a thick cluster of glass, shielding herself against the worst of the blast with another wall. She drew more walls around herself and maintained her assault.
Bitch whistled, and Sirius started bounding across rooftops to head our way. I could see Shatterbird turn and notice us.
That was fine. I sent a payload of bugs her way; wasps and bees each carrying several spiders, and more expendable caterpillars and the like that were smeared in capsaicin. I wanted to make absolutely sure she knew where we were and that she wouldn't ignore us.
Crawler reached the base of the building only to be switched with yet another car, resetting his position a second time. He roared in frustration, then turned toward the miniature sun, breaking into an all out run as he charged for it.
Well, Sundancer's attack put these poor people out of their misery. They're not forced to live their entire lives as playmates for an insane girl anymore. RIP everyone, I feel bad for them, but they couldn't be saved anyway. :( Sundancer would feel so bad if she'd ever find out that Skitter lied her about civilians. I don't agree with what Skitter did but the death is much better for them than the other way around so I guess that it was her only option to take the Triumvirate of Evil down. Maybe Hatchet Lee is dead but I doubt that Bonesaw and Jack are also dead mostly because Siberian disappeared right in the moment when they're attacked. She can give them invincibility and nothing will hurt them then. I noticed that Ballistic is not very happy to kill people, meaning that he might never killed anyone before. I think not even accidentally so there are only one confirmed killer for Travelers, Sundancer. And you better switch Sundancer's sun with something else, Trickster, because Crawler will be hurt by it and become immune to it as well. You'll lose a powerful weapon against this monster who can be used in the future at its upper limits for a very efficient instant kill.

"Sundancer, switch off!" I called out.
The orb disappeared, and Crawler crashed through the alleyway, only barely avoiding Jack, Siberian and Bonesaw. The edges of the alley were unrecognizable, and the walls were on fire, but the trio were untouched. Siberian had Jack draped over one shoulder and another hand clasping Bonesaw by the back of her shirt, holding her high. The pavement was a molten liquid beneath them.
I clicked the button on the walkie-talkie and informed the others, "Siberian's granting her invulnerability to Jack and Bonesaw!"
Tattletale said something, but I missed it over the roar of noise that came with Sundancer using her power. She was forming another orb. Everyone else was busy with their own things.
Siberian was protecting Jack and Bonesaw. That was both good and bad. We'd planned this strategy under the assumption that
Siberian would come for us and we'd use the dogs, Grue's Darkness, my bug-decoys and Trickster's teleportation to keep our distance from her until we decided we needed to make a run for it. All of that was in line with part four of the plan, maintaining our distance and avoiding a toe to toe fight. In the meantime, we'd intended to use our ranged abilities to take out Jack, Cherish,
Bonesaw and Burnscar.
She was protecting them, which we hadn't anticipated, but she couldn't do thatand come after us.
Or maybe she can. I saw Siberian virtually toss Bonesaw in the air, the girl wrapping her arms around the woman's neck as she landed. Holding her two teammates, Siberian sprinted for Trickster and Regent. She was fast, but it was a speed borne of her peculiar powers, more enhanced strength than augmented acceleration. Not so different from Battery on that count.
Air resistance and inertia didn't hamper her in the same ways. More than that, whatever it was that made her invincible and untouchable to any outside force, she had the ability to snap it out to affect any surface she touched. Her strength was virtually limitless, and the pavement didn't shatter with her footfalls because she made it as untouchable as she was.
Shatterbird, meanwhile, was drawing closer, using the glass-storm to bar Ballistic's access to the crate of explosives. Grue's power was serving to counter hers, and any glass that entered the darkness seemed to drop straight down like rain, bereft of her abilities. Momentum still carried, however, and any glass shards that entered at a high enough velocity seemed to exit at roughly the same speed.
I wasn't sure about Ballistic, his costume was among the best money could buy, but I wasn't sure what that entailed. Grue, at least, should be able to endure a beating. Beneath his motorcycle leathers, he was wearing the costume I'd made for him and nearly finished. It wouldn't protect his head, but his helmet would serve in a pinch.
Even if they wouldn't be cut to shreds, I wasn't sure they would survive if Shatterbird detonated that case of rocket launcher rounds with a shard in the right place or a large enough impact.
"Bitch," I spoke. "The boxes!"
Bitch was sliding off of Bentley's back, opening the first metal box and stretching out the contents.
The case was a piece of camping gear I'd noticed ages ago, when I'd first been buying things for my costume. A watertight case for luggage with a metal frame inside that campers could stretch out to use as a drying rack for clothes and towels.
We didn't have luggage inside. No, the box held parts of the mannequins I'd been using for costume design. Strung together with silk, two mannequins dangled from the frame.
Thanks God you stopped Crawler from becoming invincible to yet another power dangerous to him. And I was right about Siberian, she saved Bonesaw and Jack by granting them invincibility. See, Cauldron, see what kind monster you want to save? A monster who protect other monsters, an OP monster responsible for countless of deaths. Only because of you, Cauldron, either one of your Tinkers is downright crazy and created this abomination then set her free so the whole world could enjoy her presence or you created her for SAVING THE WORLD BY EMPTYING IT OF PEOPLE. No matter your "reason" for creating this monstrosity, she needs to be put down once for all so S9 will be finally destroyed. She's the one keeping them alive, she's the shield of the team. Eliminate the shield and the team will be vulnerable against such powerful attacks like everyone else. Except for Crawler, but Sundancer's biggest sun might finally kill him. I think I have a pretty good idea about what they're planning to do with "shudders" (this time I don't have icecream so I'm almost completely exposed to my fear here :() these mannequins. Use them to switch people with them so they can take their enemies by surprise. Excellent strategy, guys. Trickster is a beast in fight. :D

Bitch adjusted the way one mannequin hung and headed over to set up the other case.
My bugs had reached Shatterbird and started attacking her. Brown recluses, capsaicin, wasps, hornets and bees. I'd never attacked someone like this. Not someone who couldn't heal. I could see her thrashing, trying to stay aloft even as her concentration faltered. The brown recluses were insurance of a sort. If we happened to take out Bonesaw, it could mean Shatterbird was out of the equation as well.
The darkness Grue had generated around the rooftop disappeared all at once. Grue and Ballistic crouched at the far corner. Canceling the darkness was a signal.
The mannequins hanging from the first rack disappeared, replaced by the two boys. Grue and Ballistic disentangled themselves from the metal frames and hurried to our side.
Trickster and Regent appeared soon after the other frame was up. I could see Siberian on the rooftop. They'd escaped just in time to avoid being caught in a melee with her.
Trickster rolled his shoulders, stretched his neck and adjusted his hat.
"Don't waste time," Grue growled. "Do it."
"Times like this call for a certain flourish," Trickster said. Trickster withdrew a small remote from his pocket and depressed the button.
The rooftops the other two teams had been situated on virtually shattered with the explosions. The bazooka rounds had also carried a small collection of plastic explosives. Since Trickster's team had only needed the sniper rifle, their case held a hell of a lot more.
Part five done. Baiting the hook, reeling them in, then hitting them as hard as we could.
It wouldn't stop them, of course. The only ones that explosion might have hurt were Shatterbird and maybe Mannequin, if he'd survived Ballistic's attack and slipped around through some other angle. Ideal world, it would also slow down Siberian. More realistically, I was hoping that they'd get pissed, and they'd get sloppy.
I chanced a quick look through the binoculars. Crawler was stampeding towards the site of the explosion, Cherish was still prone on the ground, bleeding out from Trickster's sniper fire, and I couldn't make out the others.
Wait, no. I could see rubble shifting as Siberian shrugged it aside. It was enough debris that Crawler would have been hampered, but even with her hands tied up in holding her teammates, she cast the chunks of concrete and brick aside with the same sort of ease that I might walk through a pile of balloons. She shook her head, and her hair fanned out behind her, draping partially over
Bonesaw, who was riding her piggy-back.
Jack wasn't folded over her shoulder anymore. He was standing, holding her hand, a wide smile spread across his face. He said something, some exclamation, without dropping his grin for a second.

Well, S9, you CHEATED, they CHEATED back. You attacked them when they're injured and tired, they attack you with all their forces. I think UT's answer is very normal and logical. :) I'm starting to wonder if Siberian is truly a robot and not something else. She seems so light despite being Hulk-level powerful, like....like Genesis' projections. They're strong but light, most of them are floating. Robots should be more heavy, not so light. What if Siberian is NOT a robot, but a projection? Bonesaw's projection (this might be the explanation why she's so "lovely" towards the little girl)? Or another person's projection? Let's see: a Cauldron female employee's projection? And that woman might happen to be Bonesaw's mother? Cauldron wants to protect Siberian because Siberian is the only want who can protect Bonesaw? Ok, I'll go with this new theory: Siberian is not a robot but a projection. A Bonesaw or a madwoman's projection. That's it. And why are you smiling, Jack? Do you have a plan B? Yep, he must have a plan B. And perhaps his plan B is called...Experiment or hostage Aisha?

And Shatterbird? I looked through the rubble that had been cast over the street around the building. She was lying on the ground, struggling to her feet. The glints of glass shards sparkled for a hundred feet around her. I quickly tossed my binoculars aside. They'd be a liability if she attacked us, now.
Here was the gamble. We'd hurt them, injured their pride, we'd maybe killed Mannequin and we'd incapacitated Cherish. If
Ballistic had been on the ball, he would have blown Cherish to smithereens. As it was, a stray bullet wouldn't cut it. Bonesaw's known talents included the ability to raise the dead.
Grue used his darkness to form a dozen false-images of shadow-shrouded silhouettes on nearby rooftops. I did the same with my bugs, but mine were animated, moving.
We'd have to run pretty damn soon. There were seven of us, but only two dogs. It was less than ideal. I'd tried to get Bitch to bring another dog, but she didn't feel any of the others were trained well enough to bear riders.
The remaining members of the Nine charged, Shatterbird rising from her position to fly straight for us, barriers of glass surrounding her. Siberian carried Jack and Bonesaw with leaping bounds, while Crawler headed for us.
I crossed my fingers, watching intently.
Two ways this could go for the final phase of our plan.
Well, three ways. But I was hoping the third possibility -my team getting caught and slaughtered- wouldn't happen.
The first way this could play out was that Shatterbird's flight over the buildings would make her faster than Crawler or Siberian, who had to climb or circumvent the obstacles.
When I'd brought this up during the meeting, assuming it would happen, it had been Tattletale who pointed out that I was maybe underestimating how fast Crawler and Siberian could be. She was right. Despite her ability to fly, Shatterbird was falling behind.
Which meant we went with plan B.
"You up for this, Grue?" I asked, "I could do it. My plan, and I was first to volunteer."
"No, you can't run fast enough with those burns." Grue replied, as he hurried to the side of the rooftop furthest from the Nine. He glanced down. "Trickster, I'm ready!"
"Just need an opportunity," Trickster said, watching the incoming members of the Slaughterhouse Nine. They were closing a little too fast for comfort. Sirius had arrived, and we were all getting saddled. Bitch, Sundancer and I on Bentley, and Regent, Trickster and Ballistic on Sirius. At Regent's orders, Sirius moved to Grue's side.
"Sooner than later!" Grue said.
"Do you want to die?" Trickster asked.
"No, but I'm willing to break something!"
"Your call," Trickster said. "Three, two, one!"
Grue leaped from the edge of the roof. In that same instant, Trickster swapped him with Shatterbird.
She tumbled for a second, got a grip with her flight, and then steadied.
Then Regent hit her with his power. Shatterbird flew into the corner of the roof, was thrown off-balance and tipped into the gap between buildings.
And Grue? I cast a glance backward. He'd dropped out of the air where Shatterbird had been flying, landing on a rooftop a distance below. I could see him struggling to his feet.
"Go, go!" Trickster screamed the words.
Our mounts leaped down into the same gap where Shatterbird had fallen. We made the usual zig-zagging descent down, leaping from wall to wall, and landed on either side of Shatterbird and Genesis.
Genesis looked like a cartoon caricature of a sumo wrestler, grotesquely obese and yellow skinned with eyes like black buttons. She was hairless, unclothed and sexless, and her skin was translucent and oily. Through the skin, I could make out the vague figure of
Shatterbird, pounding on the walls of the stomach, her mouth opening in a scream that didn't reach us. Glass shards were stirring around her, a blender whir cutting at the insides of Genesis's belly.
"She's going to cut through," I said. "Bitch, Regent, get the chains. I'll try to stop her."
Using my bugs, I formed words against the surface of Genesis's belly. 'Stop'.
Shatterbird only intensified her attempts.
I gathered some black widow spiders and pressed them gently against the shiny, translucent skin. They were absorbed, drifting inside, and were soon crawling around the inside surface. Genesis obliged me by opening her mouth, giving me a direct route for the bugs to travel.
"Hurry," Regent said. He was winding the chain around the jello-like yellow hand. Fingerless hands gripped the chain for further traction.
Shatterbird noticed the spiders. Her eyes widened as the volume of deadly spiders trapped in the bubble with her increased. I raked my finger beneath the message I'd drawn with the bugs, as if to underline it. 'Stop'.
Why do I have a feeling that something bad will happen to Grue, like being attacked by his sister or captured by Mannequin who's faking his dead (I'm sure this asshole is not dead, this is the reason why I'm not partying yet. Yes, he had his ass kicked the third time- he'd make Lung jealous on his "performance", but he can't be dead)? Gosh, everyone, don't let Grue being injured or taken prisoner only because I complained that he's not hurt enough during battles. I'd gonna feel so bad :(. On the other side, fucking YES, capture this bird bitch and make her your bitch, Regent. I don't care what you'll do to her, you can use her how you want, I'd feel the same pity for her as she felt when she killed people with her failed attempt to be an actress or with her boring lectures. Meaning...not a single drop of pity.

She did. Glass shards fell into a pool around her feet.
"Go!" I shouted.
We ran, the two dogs side by side, pulling Genesis behind us like a chariot.
Drawing my bugs together, I covered us as best as I was able, creating other decoys, vague chariot-shaped lumps here and there, huddles of figures.
It would all be for nothing if they returned to Cherish, revived the girl and tracked us down.
"Left!" I ordered.
Bitch steered left. Regent hadn't heard, but as the tension on the chains pulled Sirius to one side, he caught on and turned as well.
My bugs served as a navigation system, feeling out the shapes of our surroundings so I could work out a suitable path. We charged onward, with me giving occasional directions, until we found Cherish lying on the ground in a pool of blood.
"Get her!"
Bitch rode just to Cherish's left, Regent rode just to the right, and Genesis rolled right over the girl. Cherish caught like glue, suffered an unfortunate few seconds of being dragged over the road's surface, and was then drawn into Genesis' bubble of a body.
My bugs gave me a sense of the Nine's locations, and my decoys gave them pause once or twice. We could track them more easily than they could do the reverse, and we were soon far enough away that I couldn't sense them.
They captured both the shitty actress and the stupid bitch-who-might-not-be-so-stupid-after-all. Now the title of the Arc is explained through to capture of Shatterbird. Genius. Genesis is super-useful as usual :) but I'm still worried for Grue, especially after Jack smiled like he was the one who won, not UT. Grue is going to be captured, right? And he will be turned into an Experiment along with....(Aisha is his sister- repeat- Aisha is his sister- repeat...) Aisha? I so hope I'm not going to be right this time. I pray to be wrong. :( But anyway, whatever will happen, something was good during this Chapter: Shatterbird, one of the most powerful S9 members will be used by Regent and Cherish is out of action. Unless S9 will demand a hostage exchange.

We only slowed when we got to Coil's underground base. We parked the dogs and then headed for the series of barred and locked doors. I glanced at Shatterbird and Cherish where they knelt in Genesis' rotund body. We weren't really giving away information here. Crawler had apparently come this way, not so long ago.
It was a fifty-fifty chance whether Siberian and the other Nine would come this way. Cherish wasn't around to give them information, but she might have provided details at an earlier point that Jack or one of the others could use to connect the dots. We'd cross that bridge when we got to it.
Coil was there to greet us with a Tattletale and a contingent of armed soldiers. We waited patiently as one of the soldiers scanned
Shatterbird with a plastic wand. He looked at Coil and shook his head.
"This way," Coil ordered.
How did he set this up so fast?
Shatterbird's cell was large, twenty feet by twenty feet across, and the walls had the same textured black rubber soundproofing as the sound recording booths I'd seen in movies and on TV. I couldn't see the speakers, but there was a noise similar to radio static filling the room, so loud I wouldn't be able to hear if someone spoke.
With our weapons trained on Shatterbird, we stood by while one of Coil's soldiers reached into Genesis's stomach and hauled her out. She was chained to the ceiling with her arms stretched out to her sides, then divested of her costume, left only with a silk camisole and slip. Coil's people wheeled in an x-ray machine and a tank of containment foam.
Shatterbird glared wordlessly at us until we'd exited the room and the heavy vault door blocked our view of her.
"She will be cavity searched and x-rayed to identify any hidden weapon or any devices Bonesaw or Mannequin might have implanted
in her," Coil spoke, after the doors were closed and the white noise was blocked out. "Regent, we have a protective suit waiting for you. In the event that she does acquire something she can use her powers on, or if she has concealed anything on her person that is small enough to avoid radiographic detection, the suit will shield you until you've finished."
Regent nodded.
"She was bitten by brown recluses," I said. "I'd give her a full physical examination every thirty minutes, to be safe."
"I'm afraid I don't know standard treatment for bites of that kind," Coil said.
Brooks stepped out of the crowd of nearby soldiers. "Sir?"
"Brooks."
"I'm familiar with the treatment for the more dangerous spider bites," he looked at me, "It's a protein-based venom?"
So the jerk is useful sometimes. I hadn't liked Brooks since Lisa had introduced me to him, but I could respect someone who knew
his job. "Yeah."
"Seems I can leave it to you, then," Coil said. Brooks nodded. Coil added, "Failing everything else, it might serve as incentive to cooperate."
"Or cause to get desperate," Tattletale said. "She might do something stupid if she thinks she'll die or suffer lifelong effects if she doesn't get back to Bonesaw."
"Let's not give her the opportunity. Regent, how fast can you seize control?"
"A few hours."
"Start now."
Regent headed off to get changed.
"That leaves our unexpected guest," Coil said. "Cherish."
Regent hadn't yet escaped earshot. He turned back to us. "She'll have a trap on her. Small explosive looped around her neck with a lock and a deadman's switch."
"Thank you," Coil said. "Tattletale? See to it at the first opportunity."
"Not a problem."
We approached Cherish and Genesis. Cherish knelt in the small pile of glass shards that sat at the very bottom of the bubble. Her
hands were pressed against the inside of the stomach, causing it to bulge like a small child in a womb. She was awake, but
bleeding severely.
Coil gave the order, "If anyone acts out of character, take them out of action as swiftly as possible and shoot the girl."
There were nods all around.
Cherish's mouth moved, but the sound didn't reach us.
Despite hating him so much, I can appreciate Coil's safety measures for keeping Shatterbird and Cherish from escaping or hurting someone. Good job, asshole. Brooks is much better than Senegal anyway, Skitter. He didn't sexually harass you and he's a pretty good fighter. I'm impressed that he knows few things about spiders, something that Coil doesn't know. Please, don't kill Cherish, I don't want her to have that EASY. I want her being tortured for an interminable time, I want her to beg for mercy and to not obtain anything else but more and more pain. I want her cursing her entire life and wishing she was never born :anger::anger::anger::rage:. But I have a feeling that she have an ace up her sleeve. Or more exactly, two aces.

"I did not expect her, and I did not take measures for containing her," Coil said. "Keeping her on the premises may prove exceptionally dangerous."
"The alternative being?" Trickster asked. "Letting her go?"
"In the euphemistic sense. Her value as a captive is minimal and we have no way to secure her until Regent can finish using his ability on her."
"He's resistant to her power," Tattletale said, "But that goes both ways. Don't know how well he'd be able to control her. She might break free. Benefits of being family, I guess."
"Then I would suggest, as Trickster said earlier, 'letting her go'. We execute her and remove her from the equation," Coil stated.
I looked at Cherish, and her eyes narrowed. She knew exactly what we were saying. Killing someone in cold blood? A little different than killing someone on the battlefield.
"Not giving you the go ahead," I said. "But I'm not about to stop you. I'm washing my hands of this."
"The intent was to remove individuals from the Nine before they could conduct their round of tests, yes? This seems to be the most expedient route."
"Not disagreeing," I said. "But I didn't sign up to be an executioner. I manage my district and I help defend your city from outsiders, right?"
"Quite right. No, I think your service this morning has been exemplary."
I only barely managed to avoid bringing up the deal about Dinah. No, it was premature, the wrong people were listening, and I was worried he would point out the fact that my territory had been torched by Burnscar.
Best to keep quiet for now. Rebuild, re-establish myself as leader of my territory, then raise the topic.
Whatever happened, I needed his respect.
We turned our attention to our captive. She had raised her hands above her head in a surrender position, despite the hole in her
shoulder.
"Do we risk it?" Trickster asked. "Letting her out?"
"Nothing she can't do outside the bubble that she couldn't do inside," Tattletale replied. Coil nodded, and that seemed to be signal enough.
Genesis began to dissolve, and in moments, Cherish spilled out, wincing as she cut her hands and knees on the glass that Shatterbird had detached from her costume and weaponized.
Tattletale bent down and looked at the device that hung around Cherish's neck. "Small explosive, combination lock. A bit paranoid?"
"No such thing as too paranoid," Cherish said, glaring. "Between my brother and the crap that Bonesaw and the rest of the team want to subject me to, knowing I'll die if I leave that thing alone long enough actually helps me sleep at night."
"Can't have that," Tattletale said. Changing the topic, she asked, "You like computers?"
"Computers?" Cherish startled. She seemed to intuit what Tattletale was doing. "Not saying."
"Clever girl, but even that's enough of a clue. Let's see… four, five, four five." Tattletale tugged on the lock. "Nope. Three, seven, three, seven."
The lock popped open. Cherish's eyes opened wide.
"There goes your bargaining chip."
"I've got more," Cherish said, her chin rising a fraction.
"Do tell," Coil said, dryly.
"Certain teammate of yours paid me a visit. Imp, I think her name was? So hard to remember."
"What did you do to Imp?" I asked. Grue is going to freak out.
Cherish smiled, "She decided to help me get back at the Nine. They're planning on inflicting a fate worse than death on me, you see. There was a reason I pretended not to notice you were all waiting in ambush. Thought maybe the brat passed on word somehow, until you used that sucker-teleport on me and shot me. Suppose you'll have to give me medical attention and keep me alive if you want the rest of the story."
"And your other bargaining chip?" Trickster asked.
"Grue. I can sense him with my power. I can also sense my team. They got their hands on darkness boy."
I swear my heart stuttered mid-beat.
Cherish smiled, but her glare didn't fade in intensity. "My teammates and I already talked on the subject of Jean Paul, aka Hijack, aka Alec, aka Regent… You got Shatter, and you got me. We're compromised. No way they're going to accept us back with open arms. They'd kill us first. So no, don't get your hopes up. My teammates aren't going to agree to a hostage exchange."
FUCK ME WITH MY RIDICULOUS TATTLETALE- INTUITION. :(:(:( They captured Grue and Imp, Cherish only "helped" UT because she's afraid of a fate worse than death from S9. Ok, step one: force, under torture, Cherish to tell everything she knows about Imp and Grue; step 2: you can go and save them, step 3: let Cherish free so she can receive her fate worse than death and make me a happy girl. The only thing I'm afraid the most is for Bonesaw to not turn Grue and Imp into some abominations than not even Amy's help would fix them back. Something beyond any salvation. Like stitching Grue and Imp together and make Imp-half unable to shut down her power so nobody will be able to notice them anymore and they'll be free to attack as much as Bonesaw will want. They'll be very dangerous and extremely hard to be stopped+ Amy can't fix someone she can't notice, right? :( That would be what I'm afraid the most. Some wounds, no matter how painful they're, can be fixed, but something like this- no way.
PS: I decided to continue to swear even in Bonesaw's presence because: 1) I'm not sure if she's a child or an adult pretending to be a child; 2) anyway, she doesn't deserve any favor from me, this psycho bitch.

Good night and sleep well, my sweet friends.
 
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Did you know that, during the leviathan's attack, wildbow threw a coin to decide who lives and who dies, apparently.
Also, the power of aisha does not work through the screens, or in this case, the text.

I know, people told me back then. Taylor is very, very tough indeed. Not even her God could kill her. :D
Of course I REMEMBER everything I already know about Aisha, I just play a small game, pretending to forget her almost all the time. I have a little fun with this character, that's all. :D
 
Another case of powers being used that you overlooked:

Remember why Ballistic hesitated? Remember who he was gearing up to kill? Remember what that person did the last time someone tried to kill her?
 
I know, people told me back then. Taylor is very, very tough indeed. Not even her God could kill her. :D
Of course I REMEMBER everything I already know about Aisha, I just play a small game, pretending to forget her almost all the time. I have a little fun with this character, that's all. :D
I wish you a lot, a lot, of luck.
Also, get a lot of ice cream and a safe route to the bathroom with a bucket by your side.
I'm sorry if it's a spoiler,but you'll thank me.
Edit:Also, here is an image of taylor.

Beautiful, right?
 
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Now that I thought about it, Mannequin going crazy after The Simiurgh killed his family makes sense.
 
Snare 13.7
Hello, my dears. Last Chapter was a BIG BOOM. One of the BIGGEST BOOMS of Chapters. Or better said: AGONY AND ECSTASY. Ecstasy because two very dangerous and fucking crazy S9 members were captured by UT, Hatchet Lee was put out of their misery, Mannequin was injured again. An important WIN for UT over S9. But then there was Agony: Imp and Grue were captured, they can be turned into some very twisted experiments, maybe without the possibility to be ever fixed :( (basically, I might lose two of my favorite characters in a very short time), S9 are against hostage exchange, they don't care about Cherish and Shatterbird (besides they have already prepared for Cherish a fate worse than death). An important WIN for S9 over Undersiders. S9 and Undersiders had their own important fails and wins during a single Chapter. Another good thing that deserve to be mentioned here: Cauldron fucking failed with Shatterbird. They lost an important pawn for their games and this make me happy. I just want to see them failing to keep their criminals free, ok? :D So, I suppose that UT will interrogate Cherish during this Chapter, trying to find out where Grue and Imp were taken so they can find them and save them. Cherish is not going to talk that easy, even under torture (after all, she passed those fucked up S9 testes, so pain and fear are nothing to her. I highly doubt that she'll give up and confess everything she knows, even under merciless torture). They can threaten her to send her back to her daddy, who'll take "good" care of her for leaving her family or back to S9, who'll also take "good" care for her. She can't be tortured, but she can be threatened with things she's afraid the most. Psychological torture makes wonders sometimes. Alright, let's start Snare 13.7

"Where is he?" I growled.
"As if I'm going to tell you. To think Jack called you the clever worm."
"Don't call me that." I felt a flare of irritation that bordered on anger. Was that me, or was it her power at work?
Tattletale put a hand on my shoulder. I shut my mouth. She asked Cherish, "What do you want in exchange for your help? You want us to let you go?"
Cherish laughed a little, and it reminded me of Alec's own dry chuckle. "No. Definitely not. In exchange for the information about what the Imp is up to, you're going to give me medical treatment, you're going to keep me here, and you're going to keep me safe."
"And for the info on Grue?" Tattletale asked.
"I'm thinking a billion-" Cherish winced as she moved mid-sentence and pulled at the wound.
"A billion dollars so you can scamper off to the other side of the world and live the good life while you hide from those bastards," Tattletale finished.
"Right. Or are you going to tell me that's too much? Is your teammate's life worth a smaller amount? Where do you draw the line, Ms. Frowny-face?"
Tattletale glanced at me. I looked, in turn, to Coil. He gave me a barely perceptible shake of his head. He wouldn't fork over the amount.
"You're not really in a position to be making demands," Trickster said. "You're bleeding to death, and we do have the ability to hurry the process along."
Cherish shrugged. "Bonesaw gave me the works. Mesh sheaths for every major artery and organ, wire reinforcement for my skeleton. It's not going to kill me anytime soon."
I made a mental note of that. Chances were good that Jack, Bonesaw and the other more vulnerable members of the Nine had some similar protection. How differently would things have played out if Ballistic had used his power and blown them up?
"I could," Trickster threatened. "Or we could wait and see which happens first: Either you agree to share the information we want or you slowly bleed out."
Gosh, Cherish being arrogant and annoying as usual. I don't like to read a whole Chapter with her bothering the hell out of me with her attitude and personality, but I have to read it because I'm eager to know about Grue and Imp fates. I like Trickster here, he's formidable by threatening Cherish to kill her, despite her numerous safeguards implanted in her body by Bonesaw. He seems like someone who killed before (and not accidentally like Sundancer, but either as revenge, to protect someone or as self-defense) and will not hesitate to kill again if its necessary. I seriously like Trickster when it comes to his skills: he's a very good fighter, have a badass power (well, all Travelers have super-badass powers so he's not an exception :D) is a good and calculated leader (I don't know how Noelle was as a leader, but Trickster is pretty good, from what I noticed so far) and have enough cold-blood to freeze the Hell itself if he decides to do so. Yes, he can be a jerk most of the times, but he can also be strangely sweet when he tries so hard to help Noelle. But this doesn't mean that I trust him in the same manner I trust Undersiders or Sundancer or heroes. He have his own dark secrets, I'm sure about, and I won't be surprised if he have more like a creepy obsession with Noelle than actually being in love with her (obsession is not always love. Obsession is more like: she's mine and only mine and I'll kill any man who dares to even look at her. Obsession is more like a crazy, deformed notion of love than anything else). Maybe she doesn't reciprocate his feelings+ she already condemn him for whatever he did to her. Besides, I noticed (and Skitter noticed as well) that other Travelers, Sundancer and Genesis, are not very happy with their team, feeling lonely. Because of their boss? What kind of secrets are you hiding, Trickster? What kind of person are you actually?

"A game of chicken? I'm down." Cherish prodded her injury with a fingertip. It was clear it hurt, but she still stuck a finger into the hole and investigated some. "The auto-injection pump is dosing me with painkillers and antibiotics now. First time feeling this stuff work."
"Letting that… lunatic perform surgery like that?" Sundancer asked, shivering a little. "How? Why?"
"Not much choice in the matter, but I was awake for the entire thing, and I read her emotions as she did it. No hint of any traps or dirty tricks."
Tattletale glanced at the bullet hole in Cherish's chest. "I'm suspicious it's so routine for her that there wouldn't even be a blip on the radar if she did try something."
Cherish leaned forward, "Are we going to do this? Test your perceptive abilities against mine? Some intellectual jousting?"
Tattletale shook her head. "She's stalling. She knows time's on her side, because we need to rescue Grue sooner than later. Longer we wait, the worse our position."
"I admit I'm at something of a loss." Coil sounded pensive, as he looked at our captive. "Where do we put her?"
"Jack did research on you assholes," Cherish cut in, still trying to distract us, "I know your schtick, Tattletale. Pick at people's weaknesses, tell them stuff they don't want to know. I can do the same thing. I'm better at it than you are."
"It's a bit of a crazy idea," I said, ignoring her. "But what if we didn't stash her in this base? Or any of the others? We put her anywhere in the city, there's the risk that some unwitting John, Dick or Harry will come by, and she'll get them to help her somehow. Can't station guards on her, so… why not the water?"

"A boat?" Ballistic asked.
"I could tell you a story," Cherish said, "Little girl grows up with money. Daddy pulls in six figures, maybe seven. Massive house, I expect. Maybe horses, a mercedes, indoor and outdoor pools…"
"I was thinking about a buoy," I replied, speaking over her. "Could even rig things so she's out of sight. Cuff her to it, we can be pretty damn sure she won't be getting free."
"But what about boats coming by?" Sundancer asked.
"Almost no boats on the water," I replied. "Coastline is a mess, thanks to Leviathan. Ships can't dock here."
"Good," Coil said. "Then as soon as she is given some basic medical care, I'll have my men take her out there. I'll need to work out measures to ensure she doesn't escape."
"So the little girl who wanted for nothing still found a reason to run away from home. Spent life homeless on the streets. Stealing and dealing for petty cash so she could eat. What would make someone leave home like that, Tattletale?"

:lol:rofl::lol:rofl::lol:rofl: I'm having fun here watching everyone talking over Cherish, not giving her any occasion to emotionally manipulate them. They don't give a fuck about her fruitless attempts to be smarter and better than them. And no matter how smart she's (or she thinks she's) she'll NEVER EVER compete with Tattletale in terms of intelligence and manipulation. Tattletale is the best here, bitch, you're a baby compared with her. ;) She can manipulate you and read you even in her sleep. So, Tattletale came from a rich family but she ran away from home. She preferred to be homeless rather than staying in the same house with her father. Just like you, Cherish. The difference is that Tattletale preferred to be rather homeless than a S9 member ;). Maybe her father emotionally, physically, mentally, sexually abused her? :( If she ran away from him then she didn't had a good life in his company. Another bad father in this story, eh? You're kind of obsessed with this type of a character, Wildbow, aren't you? Poor Tattletale, I'm not sure I'd like to know what her father did to her. But I'm also very curious about the whole story. Damn me.

Coil turned to the soldier next to him, "Can you go find Pitter and bring him here? I want her sedated sooner than later."
The soldier nodded and headed off to find the medic. He winked at Tattletale as he jogged by. I'd met him. Not one of
Tattletale's soldiers, but I'd crossed paths with him. Fish? Seemed like he and Tattletale were getting along.
"That's a mistake," Cherish smiled. "Without my cooperation, you won't find them. You won't be able to contact Imp or know where to look for her brother."
"Tattletale?" Coil spoke.
"You already informed us on most of that," Tattletale told Cherish. She leaned against the wall. "Your method of communication with Imp. You're planning on meeting her. Afternoon? Evening?"
"As if I'm-"
"Late afternoon. Thanks."
"What?" Cherish frowned.
"What time in the afternoon? Four… five… six. Six o'clock. There we go. Where? Upper end of town or downtown?"
"I'm not saying anything!"
"You're telling me everything." Tattletale must be reading Cherish's tells. Her body language, eye movements, her tone and word choice. "Let's see, you're meeting Imp downtown around six. You would have made it a place where you could talk with her for a minute while you were out of sight of the others. Bathroom?"
Cherish didn't move a muscle. Maybe she realized what Tattletale was doing.
"Bathroom, then. Same building as the rest of the Nine? Now we just need to dig up where they are, and you've got no cards left. Unless you want to share that information in good faith."
There was no response from our prisoner.
"Hmmm," Tattletale said. "She's cornered, and she's probably contemplating something like suicide by cop. Or whatever the term is when the other group aren't cops. She'd rather die than have us turn her over to her teammates, so she'll try a gambit like using her powers, knowing we'll probably gun her down."

"Got any ideas?" Trickster asked her.
"She liked the dead man's switch for her suicide collar. Why don't we set up something similar? Put a soldier on guard somewhere nearby. We schedule it so he receives a note from us every fifteen minutes. If he doesn't get it, he passes a message to the Nine telling them exactly where to find Cherish?"
I could see Cherish tense.

Told you that Tattletale can FUCK you in any moment of your pathetic excuse of a life, Cherish. :) She's the best, you can't beat her at her own game. Gosh, why do I have a feeling that I just created a new ship (added to the other 13344567 ships that already existed in Worm-verse headcanons so far) by only saying: Tattletale can "FUCK" Cherish? How many slash fanfictions with Lisa/Cherie people are going to create after this review? :D:p These girls even have few things in common so is not too far-fetched. I was just joking, ok? Lisa should not be paired with monsters, not even as a fantasy "shudders" (to be honest, my only preferred fantasy ship for Lisa is Lisa/Taylor. I'd even like to read fanfics featuring this ship. But don't recommend me anything yet because they might have spoilers). So, Cherish is going to meet Imp as part of their deal. She's not bluffing, otherwise Tattletale would have noticed this. Tattletale even echoed my suggestion of threatening Cherish with her boogeyman- S9. Let's see how long will take for Cherish until she'll break under so much pressure.

"How do we get a message to them without them killing the messenger?"
"We can work it out." Tattletale shrugged. She looked at Trickster, "You think Oliver could handle it?"
Trickster nodded. "I'll get him on thinking up some way to arrange this."
"Tattletale." Coil spoke, "Can you gather the rest of the details from her before we secure her offshore?"
"So long as she doesn't get stupid and try to do something more than talk."
Cherish decided to speak up. "Who's next? Who should I dish the dirt on? Feeling homesick, Trickster? Scared little boy pretending to be a leader. It's your fault, you know. She blames you. Everyone does. They're even starting to hate you."
"Can we talk without her in earshot?" I asked.
Coil nodded and gestured for us to leave. His soldiers moved to Cherish's side and gripped her arms.
"No point!" Cherish grinned, "I'll know what you're talking about. Can't keep secrets from me!"
"But you won't be sidetracking us," I replied.
"You failed, you know," Cherish said, changing tacks. "When someone has an obsession like you do, it's like a giant neon sign to an empath like me. All it takes is for me to peek into Coil's head, peek into the hearts of everyone else in this base, and I know you'll never get what you want. You won't save her. You can't. Window of opportunity is long gone."
I jabbed her where the bullet hole was. The strength went out of her legs and she fell to her hands and knees. I stepped back, drew in a slow breath and then kicked her in the face. She fell to the ground.
"Skitter." Coil's word was without inflection. There was no admonishment or warning to it. I took it as a reminder of where I was, which might have been his intent.
Shut the fuck up, Cherish, stop provoking people to kill you, I want you alive for Grue+ I don't want a fast death for you but a fate worse than death. So, if I were to believe her saying, Trickster's teammates hate him. Noelle blames him for what he did to her. And he knows that he's responsible for his teammates's silent hate and for Noelle's not so silent accusations. I can't argue with Cherish here. This is something that I noticed myself. Sundancer and Genesis may feel lonely, but the truth is that Trickster is the most lonely member of his group. They stay with him only because he's a skillful leader and he promised them to fix his mistake with Noelle. Otherwise, they'd have abandoned him long time ago. I kind of feel bad for Trickster but I also know that I should not feel bad. What if he's the only one guilty for what he did? What if he did something really bad, something truly disgusting and intolerable, moralistic speaking? I'm not sure what to feel about him until I'll know what he really did. As for the second part, you're so damn WRONG, Cherish. I think....I'm sure about.....that Skitter will save Dinah. Even if this is the last thing she'll do in her life, she'll save her. You're not going to make her give up, even if you're telling everything to her boss. ;)

"We can talk about that later," I told him, "My priority right now is Grue."
Coil nodded.
I glanced down at Cherish. "Hope Bonesaw reinforced your teeth while she was fixing you up."
"She did," Cherish muttered, one hand to her mouth.
I kicked her in the head once more for good measure, and then turned away, my hands raised to assure the others I was done.
"That's enough," Coil said. He signaled his men. "Take the prisoner to the coastline and find a spot to depart."
Cherish was dragged off to a point further down the catwalk. Her shouts reached us well after she was out of sight, "Your boss is screwing you! All of you! You have no idea how badly! You're cogs in his machine, and he's only steps away from pulling it all together. Get rid of the Nine, stage the final play with everyone in their proper spots, but then he doesn't need you anymore!"
"Sowing dissension in the ranks," Coil said. He sounded remarkably calm given what Cherish had been saying. "Nothing more."
"Right. She could be lying," Trickster ventured.
"She is. Mostly," Tattletale said.
I doubted anyone believed what the three were saying. At the same time, nobody here was in a position to walk away in response to this unconfirmed information.
"Tattletale, see to the interrogation," Coil ordered.
"Okay."
"That leaves the remainder of us to decide on a way of rescuing the others."
I fidgeted. The idea of Brian in the hands of the Nine was… daunting. Was Siberian eating him alive, literally? Was he at the mercies of Mannequin? Jack could be torturing him for details on us. Or he could be in Bonesaw's clutches.
Chances were good that they were pissed. Jack excepted, maybe. He'd seemed to like our ambush. In any event, any anger or sadistic tendencies were likely to be taken out on Brian.
Fuck. I kept imagining uglier and uglier possibilities.
"They're going to be waiting and ready. We'll need help, I think," I said.

"Help?" Trickster turned my way. "You're forgetting that the rest of the factions in the city have made a pact against us."
"Not everybody there agreed," I said. "There was one group at the meeting that didn't agree to the pact."
"Am I remembering wrong?" Trickster asked. "Coil, Merchants, Chosen, Faultline's group…"
"That's right," I said.
"What are you thinking, then?" Sundancer asked.
"Coil," I said, "You got some surveillance gear for Tattletale, right? Can I see it?"

This time I have to agree with Cherish, despite not wanting to. Coil is gonna fuck Undersiders/Travelers up very bad. He only using them and when they'll be of no use, he'll eliminate them, one by one or all of them in the same time. He's a monster just like Jack: when they don't need their people or their people are compromised, they get rid of them. Jack gave up at Shatterbird, even if she was so strong and helpful for his team (when she wasn't lecturing them, of course). Both men are two monsters who may act different/and have different motivations but they're not so different at their core. I think Tattletale knows how Coil is playing them (maybe she's playing him too in secret) but she can't said out loud. What are you going to do, Skitter? Ask...heroes to help you finding Grue? I don't think they'll accept. Grue is a villain to them and they won't risk their people to save a villain. On the other side, they should help UT's fight against S9 but with Battery and maybe other Cauldron heroes who have their orders to let Siberian escape, very small chances to accept this deal.

Trickster accompanied me. We didn't get the benefit of Bitch's dogs. She'd wanted to check on her territory and take care of her dogs. I'd grudgingly agreed that she should take care of that, and Trickster and I had set off alone.
I gave him a sidelong glance as we ascended the stairs of the empty apartment building. What had Cherish said? Scared little boy? She blames you. They all do. I could remember Sundancer's remarks on the drama in the group and how lonely it was to be around them. I recalled Genesis seeming less than thrilled when her team arrived last night. Was Trickster at the center of it? He was more ruthless than his comrades, which was interesting because his power was the least lethal. It might have been a point of contention. But what would he have done that the others would blame him for?
Could I comment on that? Should I?
I remained silent. We exited the stairwell at the fifth floor and entered a dark hallway. I clicked on a flashlight, and we made our way down the hall. Trash was piled everywhere, and I was all too aware of the maggots that were crawling on the floor, barely visible in the dim light.
"Which way?" he asked.
I pointed. A side benefit of my power was that it made it pretty damn easy to maintain my sense of direction.
We tried the doors for the two apartments that led in the right direction. Both were locked.
Trickster touched the doorknob, then looked across the floor at the trash in the hallway. The doorknob disappeared, and a chunk of wood fell to the ground. He repeated the process with the internal mechanisms, and the lock was effectively transported away. He opened the door and walked inside, going straight for the windows.
"Done this before?" he asked.
I shook my head. I was gathering my bugs, the stronger fliers, and drawing out lines of silk. Trickster handed me the individual components. A small spy camera, no larger than a tube of lipstick, and a similar microphone. My bugs bound them together with silk and then stretched out more to distribute the lifting among the dragonflies, bumblebees and wasps.
"Okay, let's see," I muttered.
No prison in the world (except Birdcage) can keep Trickster behind its bars. He'd be the best at prison break. :D You're not going to have any success with the heroes, guys. If it was for Amy, then they'd have helped, but Grue is nothing but another enemy they'd be happy to indirectly get rid of. Besides, since when heroes were actually useful during this story? They had their ass kicked several times by Undersiders, one time by Travelers, several times off-screen by S9 (I mean, UT managed to capture 2 S9 members during a single fight while heroes never did such thing during their many fights). As much as I love heroes, I'm kind of disappointed of their incompetence. Its like they're made to look bad compared with anti-heroes, anti-villains and heroic-villains. :(

"Testing, testing, one, two, three…" My swarm managed some semblance of the words I wanted, a mix of buzzing, chirps and clicks to form the right pitch. Some sounds were hard or impossible to make. The 'puh', 'buh' and 'muh' sounds didn't form, and I struggled to form something that sounded like a 't' in the middle of a word. It was intelligible, but only barely.
It would have to do.
I ensured the rigging around the camera was more or less steady and then sent the swarm out the window. I relied on my power to keep track of it while I opened the laptop Coil had provided and turned on the video feed. When it had arrived outside the PHQ headquarters, I drew it together into a densely packed human form.
It took six and a half minutes for the Protectorate to react to the figure. That bothered me, on a level. Were they disorganized? Or was it difficulty in communicating and marshaling their forces when they didn't have phones or other means of passing on alerts? They gathered in the lobby. I adjusted the camera the insects were carrying and made out Weld, Kid Win, Clockblocker, Miss Militia, Battery and Legend. There were three more capes I didn't recognize. Members of Legend's team?
Seeing them gave me pause.
As Miss Militia stepped outside, I pulled on the headphones, and Trickster did the same.
"Skitter?" Miss Militia asked.
"Something like that," I replied using my swarm. "I wanted to talk."
"Given what happened the last time you were here, I'm not sure we're on speaking terms."
"We have two of the Slaughterhouse Nine in custody. We are prepared to turn one over into your custody."
"What? I didn't hear that."
Damn. It sounded natural in my head, as I got them to make the noise, but I wasn't quite there yet. Maybe it would have been better to just pass a phone to her. I'd gone this route for the dramatic touch, and because I hadn't wanted them to trace us.
I rephrased, "Shatterbird and Cherish have been captured. We will deliver Cherish to you if you wish. We are done interrogating her."
"Interrogation. You mean torture, don't you?" Legend asked from where he stood in the doorway.
"No."
"Why?" Miss Militia asked. "Why the offer?"
"You can put her in secure custody, and we need your help."

"For?"
"The Nine have captured Grue. We mounted one successful attack this morning, we got two of theirs for one of ours. They will be ready for a rescue attempt. They know our powers. Help us attack. Help us catch them off guard a second time and stop them for good."
"You're not only asking us to fight the Nine, but you want us to fight alongside notorious villains."

So I was notorious now? Huh. Couldn't let that distract me. "I'm offering you Cherish."
I could make out Miss Militia shaking her head. "I'll be blunt, Skitter. I'm not Armsmaster. I don't have a stake in personal glory or renown. I'm not going to pussyfoot around, either. Put a bullet in her skull and be done with it. There's a kill order on them, nobody's going to charge you for murder."
"Then work with us because it's the best way to stop the Nine."
"I refused Hookwolf when he made the same offer, and I'm going to refuse you. The capes on my teams are good people. I won't throw away their lives with a reckless attack. We're going to develop our own strategies, plan, and find a safe way to target them."

"And civilians die in the meantime." I retorted. Grue dies in the meantime, if he wasn't dead already.
"We've tried the same strategies we use against Endbringers. Multiple teams, allying with locals. Sometimes we get one of them. Sometimes we get three or four. But we lose people, lots of people, in the process. The remaining members of their group always find some way of escaping. The fact that we tried and failed in going all-out gives them notoriety. They bounce back after an attack like that, and they bounce back hard, with creeps, lunatics and killers flocking to them for the chance at that same sort of glory."
"The difference between us and Hookwolf is that we've succeeded. We have two of them in our custody. You can't bide your time, organize, and wait for an opportune moment. They have years of experience fighting people who do that. Anything you try, they've probably dealt with. We win by catching them off guard with powers they don't know about, powers they can't expect and interactions between powers. Calculated recklessness."

Told you. Fucking told you. Miss Militia doesn't want to sacrifice her people to a bunch of apparently indestructible psychos. I can't accuse her for being a Cauldron hero because I know the story of her powers. So she's doing what she's doing because she really cares for her own people and doesn't trust the same villains who injured her and her peers many times. Honestly, if I were in her place, I wouldn't trust them either. I'd hate them for hurting people I work with, for taking over territories, for stealing and maiming and terrorizing civilians (Bitch). But in the same time, I'd be willing to work with them because I know that they're very capable to injure/capture/kill S9 members and I will never forgive myself if more citizens will die because of my personal distrust and hate for some villains who actually try to save people, even if their methods are not the most heroic ones (besides, they didn't took any innocent life as far as I know. Well, Bitch and Regent actually did that in the past "sighs" but never since they became Undersiders). This is the reasons I only half agree with Miss Militia. She's right- they're villains and S9 is too dangerous for her not very competent people but she's also wrong- not only Grue, but plenty of innocent people might die if S9 are not stopped by everyone FUCKING WORKING TOGETHER.

"We can handle that on our own, with more calculation and less recklessness."
"He's studied you. For any member of your team with more than three months of experience, he already knows everything they can do, their tricks and individual talents. You have powers we need. We have knowledge on their location, firepower of our own and two captives. We'll only pull this off if we work together."
"Putting our lives in your hands," Miss Militia replied.
"Only as far as we'd be relying on you," I answered her.
"Who are you, Skitter?" Legend asked. He floated closer to my swarm-decoy. "I can't get a read on your personality or motivations, and that's without touching on what came up at the close of the Endbringer event."
"My teammate is in the hands of the Nine, they could be murdering more people right this second, and you're talking about me, of all people?"
"If we're going to offer you help, we should know who we're interacting with," he said.
I glanced at Trickster, then back at the image on the screen. "What do you want to know?"
"We've talked with the people in your territory. Between what they say and what came out at the hospital, I can't help but wonder at your motives."
"There's someone specific I want to help. If I can improve the lives of others at the same time, then all the better."
"So where do you stand, then? Where do you see yourself in terms of the sliding scale of good and evil, heroes and villains?"
I almost laughed, and some of my humor must have translated in a mental direction to my bugs, because they started making a noise that wasn't speech. I stopped them. It wouldn't have sounded much like laughter anyways. "All of the above? None of the above? Does it matter? Some of us wear the villain label with pride, because they want to rebel against the norms, because it's a harder, more rewarding road to travel, or because being a 'hero' often means so very little. But few people really want to see themselves as being bad or evil, whatever label they wear. I've done things I regret, I've done things I'm proud of, and I've walked the roads in between. The sliding scale is a fantasy. There's no simple answers."
"There can be. You could do what's right."
I was getting an inkling of what Bitch referred to as 'words'. Prattle that meant so very little in the face of what was happening in the present. Was this the kind of irritation, impatience and anger she felt with so many social interactions? I clenched my fist. "Speak for yourself. You want to hide here while my group and Hookwolf deal with the brunt of the Nine's attention. Just like you did with the ABB."
"That happened under Armsmaster's leadership. You can't blame us for being intelligent about how we go about this."

I was disappointed my swarm couldn't convey my anger. "I can blame you for being cowards. I'm going. If you want to talk about morality, start by talking to Armsmaster."
"Can't. He's gone."
I paused. Did the Nine get him? "Dead?"
"Escaped from his hospital room. With our attention on the Nine, we don't have the resources to track him down."

Armsmaster ran away from his hospital room to go all Iron Man over S9, because he's not a coward neither an incompetent. If he'll stop being so damn full of himself, I'm going to consider him the best hero in this story (along with Weld). He have almost all the qualities I like in a hero- except for his overbearing personality- he never runs away from battles, he'a not afraid of death, he's very competent, he's ruthless and reckless, and he's slowly starting to understand that a hero should fight to protect others first of all, not for his own fame (its a slow start, but its there). I like you a lot, Miss Militia, and I admire how much you protect your people, but you're taking some wrong decisions. Decisions that you might regret later. :( Skitter is a villain, yes, I'll never said otherwise, but a villain with the qualities that any hero should have. A villain who's doing her best to make sure that people are well and safe. :)

"Does he know about the Nine's threat to hit the city with a plague if he leaves?"
"I hope so."
Fuck. Not only was that one more uncertainty stacked onto everything, but Armsmaster was the closest thing I had to a nemesis. Having him running around the city was not a good thing.
For a brief moment, I contemplated having Trickster teleport me to ground level, so it was me talking to the local heroes, and not just my swarm. I could tell them that I was putting my well-being in their hands, risking them arresting me, as a gesture of good faith.
Except I couldn't help but see myself from their perspective. Warlord of the Boardwalk. I'd rotted off Lung's manhood and carved out his eyes. I'd played an undefined role in Armsmaster's downward slide. I'd robbed a bank, terrorized hostages with poisonous spiders, attacked their headquarters and used insects dipped in capsaicin to cripple their junior heroes with incapacitating pain. All the while, I'd acted with a seemingly ambiguous morality. Was I a good guy doing all the wrong things? Or did they see me as dangerous and unhinged?
There was no way I could put myself in their hands without knowing what they thought about me, and frankly, I wasn't sure how to think about myself. How the hell were they supposed to make a call?
"So. You in?" I tried, instead.
I could see him look back at Miss Militia, who shook her head. "Miss Militia runs the local team, so it's ultimately her call, but… we've talked about it, and I agree with her. No. The risks outweigh the potential benefits."
My heart sank. "Then one final tip. You should know that Bonesaw's done some surgery on all of her people. Implanted protection for the more vulnerable parts of their bodies. They're tougher than they look."
"Thank you," Legend said. "You might not believe me, but I wish you the best of luck."
I snarled as I shut the laptop and turned away from the scene, calling my swarm back to me.
"That didn't work," Trickster said.
"No. And we just wasted a lot of time."
"We'll have Shatterbird working with us, thanks to Regent, and we've got Imp as our man on the inside, maybe. We're going to outnumber the remaining five or six of them, right? It's not hopeless."
"They'll be ready for us. They're entrenched, they have a hostage, and we're totally unable to fight two of them. How long is it going to take to extricate Grue from whatever cage they have him in?"
"It's not hopeless," he repeated. "Whatever they're doing to keep Grue prisoner, if I can see him, I can free him."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"Would it reassure you to know that your conversation with the local heroes gave me an idea of my own?"
My head snapped in Trickster's direction.
"Come on. We should hurry," he said.

At least Legend wished her good luck. Good boy Legend. :) Well, this went EXACTLY how I expected. I said before how I'm expecting this attempt of a deal to go so I'm not cheating here. This decision of the heroes DIDN'T changed my opinion on them, I still love and appreciate them for what they're and what they're doing, I'm just trying to say here that it wasn't the best of their decisions. It was actually a wrong decision that might affect them too in the future. Alright, UT can save Grue by themselves, right? And they can do it with or without heroes help, after all. ;) Trickster have an idea, I'm very curious to know what is his strategy. No matter how awful he might be as a human being, I like Trickster as a leader. He's not pretending to be a leader, Cherish. He's a good leader (well, as long as he'll not try to backstab nobody in the future for some reasons). Coil is also a good leader (but he's already backstabbing everyone ;)). I'm not an easy person to be tricked, Trickster. And I NEVER confuse a good leader with a good human being (Jack and Hookwolf are also good leaders for example). So I'm keeping an eye on you.
SAVE BRIAN BEFORE BONESAW WILL RUIN HIM FOR LIFE! This is all that matter for me now.

Good night and sleep well, my friends.
 
I wish you a lot, a lot, of luck.
Also, get a lot of ice cream and a safe route to the bathroom with a bucket by your side.
I'm sorry if it's a spoiler,but you'll thank me.
Edit:Also, here is an image of taylor.

Beautiful, right?

Believe me, I'm ready for everything about Brian's condition when they'll find him. I'm expecting the absolute worst: being mixed with his sister, being turned into a cannibalistic zombie, being put in a permanent vegetative state, being just a severed head stitched by a robotic spider and many, many other horrible stuff. So, nothing about Experiment Brian might surprise me. I'll be very sad, yes, but not surprised. Because there's not a single thing that I don't expect the little monster to not do to Brian. :(
 
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