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Progenitor (Amelia Hebert AU)

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Metaldragon868 said:
All she found was a wide-eyed girl out of her depth
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I love how this Sophia really is pretty innocent here and seems to just be realizing the sort of minefield Emma's craziness has lead her into. It's such a nice change from how she's usually portrayed while still keeping the all important air of being a juvenile asshole about her that practically defines her character. It's nicely done and definitely work better than the deleted scene you took out.

Really looking forward to seeing where you go with this.
 
I hope that beetle thing in the atic wasnt what i think it was. Because if it was this story got dark real fast
 
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Add to that at this point we dont even know if Amy triggered.

Though if she did, she doesn't have any of the hangups with using her power that life with Carol gave her...
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In pretty sure it was stated that she triggered when... I think it was Annette died? With some kind of self-targeting biokinesis.

Edit: that was only in the SB thread.
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Amy triggered around about when Annette died right in front of her.
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Oooh boy, I'm tingling with anticipation! I've read various one-shots based on the idea of Amy/Ameila being adopted into the Hebert family, but never a full story. There's also the fact that Annette triggered with QA, from the mention of the insect mask, and how the Emma/Sophia incident was handled. You've made what promises to be an interesting AU.

Besides just liking the ideas involved, the writing was well done. You painted a wonderful picture, Metaldragon, and I look forward to seeing where you'll take us!
 
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    I took in a deep breath.

    Inhaling the scent of the city, I let it's contents shift through my brain. The smell of rust, stone, and the sea all mixing together with hundreds of places, people, and things. All of ti combining together to form a flavor uniquely Brockton Bay. The rush of information was a cool breeze to my frantic mind.

    Relax.

    "So, uh, are you sure it's ok for me to go here?"

    Relax, Amy, relax.

    "Because, I mean, I heard that only really smart or rich people are supposed to come here. Like, not even Emma can go here."

    Just breath in.

    "A-a-and w-we're not rich, a-and I'm not smart, s-so the only reason we c-can come here is because of y-your, uh-uh, dad, dad, right?"

    Out.

    "B-but he's not my dad, s-so does t-that mean if I-I'm not good enough, t-they'll kick me out?"

    Just let it wash over you.

    "And what if everyone else thinks I'm-I'm dumb, or poor, or-or"

    Process it.

    "And they probably have, you know, rich and smart people friends. I b-bet they all know each other already. I bet-"

    "Taylor," I interjected.

    "-yes!" she instantly responded, her head snapping so fast I could practically hear her neck crack.

    She was wound up tight, her whole body exuding a kind of nervousness that only a kid on their first day of school could exhibit. Her green eyes looked up at me through those thin rimmed glasses of hers like I was her lifeline. Considering this was the first day of classes for Arcadia, it made sense.

    "Breath in."

    She gulped in a huge breath, puffing her chest and cheeks out.

    "Breath out."

    And she blew it all out in a loud and exaggerated fashion.

    "Are you ok?"

    "Yes."

    "Am I ok?"

    "…no?"

    I cuffed her on the back of her head, grumbling to myself over the sound of her snickers. The soft fabric of my gloves and shirt dulled my sense, but leaving no less of an impact.

    "Taylor, I've been going here for two years. You'll be fine."

    "I mean, shoot," I snorted, "Mom and Dad were even considering you skipping a grade."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah, but they didn't want you to…" I trailed off, before I suppressed a grimace, "miss Emma."

    "Ooooh."

    Emma…Taylor seemed to forgive her almost immediately. I couldn't really bring myself to do the same. She'd hurt Taylor, betrayed her. Emma abandoned years of trust, faith, friendship, and sisterhood over a bad day and some new girl. Who's to say she wouldn't do it again?

    Certainly, it made me glad that Taylor was coming here.

    "Weren't they thinking of letting me go to Winslow with her?" Taylor asked.

    I nodded, pulling her with me as we walked up the sidewalk towards the imposing modern architecture before us.

    "Dad, actually. Mom thought you should go to where you could get the best education. Dad thought it would be better if you stayed with your friends."

    "Now," I motioned towards myself, "since I never really had that problem-"

    "-Because you suck at making friends- "

    I shot her a look.

    "Sorry…"

    "…and Father left that inheritance from his totally legitimate business-"

    "Why do you always say it like that?" Taylor interrupted me, her face scrunching up

    "Because it was his business," I say nonchalantly, "That was totally legitimate."

    "But you why do you always-"

    "ANYWAYS," I cut her off loudly, changing topics with all the subtlety of a bomb. "I went to Arcadia with no problems. It's also what edged Arcadia over the others since, well, I think it's great, while everyone else says the gangs run Winslow. Plus, if all else fails you'll have your big sis to watch over you."

    "…huh."

    "And, you know, Aunt Grace would probably murder dad if he didn't at least give you a chance."

    "She did kind of deck him in the face that one time…"

    "So don't you worry. The place is great, and no one's going to bother you," I smirked. "And if they do..." I chuckled darkly, unable and unwilling to keep those thoughts to myself as I revel in them. Licking my teeth with a grin, I tell her, "well, I hope they give me the excuse."

    I glanced to the side, seeing Taylor giving me an odd look with a furrowed brow.

    "What?"

    "Nothing!" she blushed, eyes snapping front, pulling her bookbag close to her back as she jogged forward.

    I frowned.

    …Was that the wrong thing to say?

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    "So, how were your classes?"

    "Boring."

    "Oh ho?" I smirked. "so no one decided to call you out? Challenge you to an honor battle?"

    Her cheeks flushed red, her face curling into an adorable pout. "Shut up."

    I gasped theatrically, "You mean to say they did not, in fact, duel you for the right to enter?"

    Taylor let out a low moan as she ducked her head down. "Shut up." She whined.

    I chuckled as I plopped down at the lunch table. "Just saying, you got wound up for nothing."

    She sat opposite me, shifting in her seat nervously. "I guess."

    "I mean, it is the first day of school," I pointed out. "Every class is just going to be a bunch of syllabi and stuff getting handed out."

    "Yeah…"

    Taylor still had that awkward fidgeting about her, like she didn't know what to do with herself. She kept making those motions, the beginnings of conversation. All the tells were there, the twitch of her lips, the intake of breath, the shifting of position, but each time she would abort before she opened her mouth. From the way her eyes darted around, it was easy to see why.

    Taylor wanted so desperately to talk, but she didn't feel comfortable talking in public, not with all these people that could hear.

    At least, not if she started.

    "Hey Taylor?" I asked, startling her out of her thoughts.

    "Hm! Yeah?!" She looked up with wide eyes, trying to bury every trace of her nervousness.

    Cute, I thought to myself with a smile. "Come on," I urged her as I got up.

    "Huh?" She faltered, but followed. "But I brought lunch…?"

    "I know." I took her bookbag off, putting it on her empty seat. "But, they have some great hot food, and you look like if you take anymore stress you're going to implode."

    She gave me a worried glance, it's nearly enough to make me roll my eyes.

    "No one's gonna take your stuff, Taylor," I chide her, pulling her by the arm. "And you can get whatever you want, I'm buying. A nice warm steak would do you some good."

    "O-ok" She recultantly folds.

    That was mostly true. All true, in fact. It just wasn't the whole truth. I also needed time to think of something good to talk about.

    Sure, I was calmer than she was, since for me it was just getting back in the saddle of Arcadia. That didn't mean I was a social genius. Sure, I knew Taylor pretty well, but outside of her and a couple others? Well, she had a point when she said I was terrible at making friends.

    So, in the time it took for us to reach the buffet-area that was the cafeteria, I had a few subjects rolling around in my mind. Potential paths my thoughts branched out into. Each one was a viable possibility, but also a kind of risk. Still, that's why I had several of them.

    And that's when I saw Her.

    I could feel Her aura pouring into the air around me. The thick scent of Her aroma sinking into me. My eyes dragged on Her blonde form. The curve of Her body, the color of Her eyes, the shape of her smile.

    All of it, Her subtle influence spreading it's fingers through my mind, calling my brain to praise Her.

    And then, like a snake in the noose, my brain slipped through Her grip. Each cell stepping back into line, Her will having no hold on its shifting form. In its place, something much colder.

    Just like every time before.

    "So I see you've seen our resident super-star." I commented idly.

    "Wha-?! I-!" Taylor blurted, caught staring at Her.

    It was easy to laugh at now. "Relax, Taylor. She gets everyone. Still, Victoria should probably learn restraint," I sighed.

    The girl in question sat at a table, surrounded by friends. All of them were laughing, smiling, or otherwise having a good time. Everyone in the room noticed her; it was impossible not to. Her smile, Her laugh, Her enticing aura.

    It was kind of subtle, and kind of not, and I don't think it was on purpose, so I didn't really fault her for it, but she still had an impact.

    Victoria Dallon, or as she might be more popularly known, Glory Girl, was the only open cape in the whole school. And it was something clear as day. Sometimes she might forget, be too lazy, or decide to show off and just levitate a bit. A couple times she'd even shown off her blatant brute strength.

    But it was her aura that was most pervasive.

    From what I can tell, the first time it hit you like a brick to the face. She was like the sun, a blinding radiance of unparalleled beauty and grace. It wasn't always that bad, and it was usually just on the first meeting it hit so hard, but first impressions were important. Afterward, it looked like it would be far more subtle. Instead of looking at her in constant, there would just be this niggling feeling of, "Look at Her. Isn't She special?".

    If I cared more about other people, I'd probably call it insidious. But, it didn't really hurt people, nor did it seem to be bad enough to dissuade her from all punishment or criticism. At least, I hoped not. Kind of hard to tell without getting a peek at everyone's brains.

    Still, wasn't much I could do about it.

    But if she touches Taylor, I'll rip her fucking spine out.

    "Come on, Taylor," I encouraged as I pulled my sister forward, burying my thoughts of murder and rage deep inside a familiar pit.

    "I'm hungry"


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    "Girls?"

    "Hey dad."

    The sound of the door clicking shut preceded the sound of the TV shutting off. I threw the remote back on the table as Taylor looked towards the entry hall, awaiting Dad's appearance.

    "So how was school?" he called out.

    "It was fine," Taylor answered.

    "Hey Dad, where's your shotgun?" I asked innocuously.

    Taylor shot me a look of tortured betrayal.

    "…So what's his name?" Dad eventually asked, sliding into the living room with a suspicious look on his face.

    "Oh, we don't know because somebody was too nervous to even say hi." I looked pointedly at her.

    "Y-you don't just go up to people and randomly say hi and ask for their name!" she exclaimed. "It's…I don't know, rude!"

    "How else are you supposed to find out his name?" I questioned.

    "I…uh…I'll just wait around and watch him and stuff. You know, wait to hear others call his name."

    "So you're going to stalk him."

    "Hey!"

    "Well, that's how I met your mother," Dad commented, plopping down on his chair

    I blinked. "Wait, what?"

    "Mhm." He nodded, reclining back and resting his eyes. I could hear the smooth leather stretch and crinkle under his movements. His joints were popping as his muscles unwound from a long day of stressful work.

    For a moment, he just sat there.

    "Your mother…" he began slowly, "…she was kinda out of my league. At least, it seemed like it." He chuckled. "I mean, I barely knew her name, really. But Mama didn't raise no fool, and dad always told me information is vital, so that's what I did. I watched, I waited, I gathered info, and I learned about her." He sighed, wistfully, "Honestly, the more I learned, the more I fell in love. Though, that might have just been the hormones talking."

    Taylor made a face, but I was enthralled.

    "Still, it might have been a mistake to, er, 'surveil' someone involved in Lustrum's group back then."

    "She didn't, like, break your legs, did she?" I asked with morbid curiosity.

    "Almost," he recalled as held up a hand, eyes still shut. "Fortunately, your old man's got more game than that."

    Taylor rolled her eyes and made a gagging sound, while I just waited eagerly for the punchline.

    "When she confronted me with a crowbar, thinking I was gonna try and rape her or something, I pulled out the gift I'd made her." He wore a gentle grin. "Roses were nice, but any schmuck with money can buy roses. I mean, that's just throwing money at the problem. And if there was one thing I'd figured out, it was that she didn't care about money. So instead, I gave her-"

    "A rose carved from wood." I finished.

    He blinked, looking up at me. "How'd you know that?"

    "I uh, found it," I admitted, a touch sheepish. "In, you know, Mom's stuff in the attic."

    "Oh…"

    "There…was a lot of other stuff in there too."

    "Yeah…" he all but whispered, "every gift I gave her was something I'd gotten with my own blood, sweat, and tears. Even the ring…"

    "Even us…" Taylor muttered, a strange look on her face as she started to draw in on herself.

    For a moment, I could feel the atmosphere in the room taking that oh so familiar spiral down. I could feel that oppressive weight rising back up, like a thick fog, choking out the light in our life.

    I defied it.

    "You're so corny," I snorted, forcefully injecting humor back into the room.

    "Hey!" Taylor cried indignantly

    "Mmm…" Dad smiled lazily in the chair. "Technically Amelia's more of a gift from your mother."

    Taylor's mouth quickly flipped into a guilty "O" shape, realization dawning on her.

    Seeing things had hit an awkward spot, Dad spoke up again. "So what'd you girls make for dinner?"

    "Baked Ziti!" Taylor cheered, her mind shifting gears at the drop of a hat.

    I could only chuckle at the way her mind worked, at how it seemed as if she could hop past and overcome pain. I chuckled because it was all I could do to push down the pain.

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    I came back downstairs after brushing my teeth with Taylor. She'd gone to bed relatively early since she liked to get up before the sun in the morning. I, on the other hand...would be up for a while.

    To my surprise, I found Dad getting off the phone,

    "Yeah…thanks. Take care."

    Click

    To my concern, he looked unwell.

    "Dad?"

    He jerked up, taken off guard by my sudden appearance, "Amelia, when'd you…"

    He trailed off, shaking his head.

    "Dad? What happened."

    He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a harsh breath, his eyes averting mine.

    "…It's Emma," he eventually said.

    My fist clenched. My bones groaned.

    "Emma?"

    "Yeah…" he sighed. "Zoe…Zoe found out about what happened."

    My eyes narrowed. "What?"

    "It looks like…Alan and Emma were ambushed by Merchants. They managed to pull Emma away from him. They tried to-"

    He couldn't even finish the sentence.

    I don't think he had to.

    "Luckily some vigilante intervened. Saved them. But Emma… "

    He just let out another harsh breath, leaning against the wall. His hands clenched into fists as he stewed in a silent rage. "They had thought that she'd recovered," he began, "but…"

    "But then she snapped at Taylor," I supplied.

    I let out a hot breath. My muscles writhed and wormed under my skin, coiling and churning beneath the surface. My blood boiled as my tongue twisted itself within its cage of teeth.

    "So…Zoe's convinced them to have Emma get real help." Dad gave me a meaningful look, "She could really use a friend."

    "Taylor."

    "I know you haven't forgiven her-"

    "-Like you have."

    He shot me a sharp look.

    "Sorry," I flushed.

    "True or not," he continued with a darker expression, "Emma could really use someone to lean on. She sounds…fragile."

    Now it was my turn to sigh. "I guess me and Taylor could swing by their place this week. Maybe hang out this weekend."

    "Good." He gave me a nod without pleasure. "She could use all the help she can get."

    That's right, because she's just a victim too. I let out another breath, releasing a burst of tension and anger. For a brief moment, I actually felt calm. A brief, temporary, moment of serenity in a sea of chaos. And when it all came rushing back, when that flood of hate and rage in my heart all came rushing back, I had somewhere else to aim it.

    Because of those Merchants

    My skin felt tight against my flesh. My anger simmered just beneath the surface, begging to be set free, screaming to be unleashed. If Danny'd been my biological father, I probably would have gotten it from him, given his own issue with anger. Maybe I did, and it was just an issue of nurture over nature.

    Either way, ever since that day I'd had this fire, this burning rage right beneath the skin. Fury flowed through my veins, boiling my blood. It was an inferno, a parasite. It fed off my love, my happiness, my hope, and all of my shattered dreams. Every broken promise, lost love, and haunted memory was just more kindling for the blaze.

    "And the Merchants?" I challenged, holding him with a burning gaze.

    He met my eyes, his own chips of ice.

    "Scum."

    At least I have acceptable targets this time.

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    "Salutations, my dearest Amelia.

    If you are reading this, then I am lost to the world. By law or by death, I am gone. Such risks are part of the job I took up. But I had not accounted for you

    As such, I feel it my duty to be prepared for the worst. To ensure that, even should I be gone, that you'd never lose my guidance.

    Thus, this journal. One of many, each different, but should you find one, I felt it best to get the important things across in each one.

    Yes, Amelia, I am your father. Bartholomew Lavere, better known to the world as Marquis.

    And in this journal, I shall talk of many things.

    Justice.

    Honor.

    And Revenge.

    Let us begin."

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    A/n:

    Wow.

    I am blown away by the response last chapter had. I mean, It's almost got 100 likes on here. I was shooting for maybe 30.

    Hopefully, this chapter isn't a disappointment to all of you.

    It's gone through a number of minor revisions, and I did have an errant thought to send them to Winslow, but Arcadia is really what I was aiming for. I really wanted to nip the bullying thing in the bud and move on to other stuff, partially because my own experiences with bullying just kind of fizzled out in High School.

    I'm also not sure about how well the stuttering went. I don't stutter when I'm nervous, I do a lot more pauses so I can think over what I'm saying, but I was aiming for Cute Taylor, and I figured Stuttering Taylor would work better for that purpose than Barack Taylor.

    I also did some last minute tweaks my betas/editors haven't looked at cause they got shit to do, and I'm hoping they don't fuck me over. I also know for a fact that there's a mess of me switching between past and present tenses in here somewhere, it's just too fucked for me to bother figuring out. Every time I try to fix one I find three more.

    Anyways, if you guys note any problems in the next hour I'll try and fix them before I post this on SB.

    And, like last time, the next chapter will be coming up in a week.
     
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    • I was unsure at the first chapter, but you've definitely solidified my interest with this second one, looking forward to seeing where this goes!
     
    Great chapter! I'm seeing more AU elements in the Merchants attacking the Barnes, rather than the ABB. And we got a a further look into Amelia's power. If I had to guess, I'd say it's self-biokinesis, possibly to the same degrees as her canon power. The stuttering seemed well-written to me, had the right balance.

    As for mistakes, the only one I saw was near the beginning. There's an "it" that's backwards, "ti."
     
    Metaldragon868 said:
    "And, you know, Aunt Grace would probably murder dad if he didn't at least give you a chance."
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    I'm going to say criminal but not cape
    Metaldragon868 said:
    And then, like a snake in the noose, my brain slipped through Her grip. Each cell stepping back into line, Her will having no hold on its shifting form. In its place, something much colder.
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    yessss! so self biokinetic that can do brains. solid trump rating there

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    Kind of hard to tell without getting a peek at everyone's brains.
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    and problably a master too...
    Metaldragon868 said:
    "So you're going to stalk him."

    "Hey!"

    "Well, that's how I met your mother," Dad commented, plopping down on his chair
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    that should have gone swimmingly with the lustrumites
    Metaldragon868 said:
    "Still, it might have been a mistake to, er, 'surveil' someone involved in Lustrum's group back then."
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    yep
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    "Salutations, my dearest Amelia.
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    I'm digging a lot this ultra prepared Marquis. diaries, money trust, convenient guy to ferry Amelia to a trusted family. Plans for days
     
    Her anger issues are giving off major Lung vibes, maybe that's just me though. Also interesting to see Danny advise Taylor that stalking's the proper way to Hebert romance.
     
    Ooh~, getting some dexter style vibes off of this chapter, interesting~

    And it looks like danny's in a much better state with all the AU elements in this story, if possibly a slightly more unhinged one...

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    I'm digging a lot this ultra prepared Marquis. diaries, money trust, convenient guy to ferry Amelia to a trusted family. Plans for days
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    Which, y'know, really makes sense for a guy who canonically, as the solo cape in his organization managed to hold his own faction in a city hosting A: The Teeth, B: A full strength E-88, and C: A visit from the slaughterhouse nine.
     
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    Damn, I like this story, but I have to ask when did it jump to Merchants? I mean there was the whole ABB drug her away from her father, then she found someone to blame! Merchants? For ABB committing a crime? I mean it is generally accepted they're scum, but that jump from ABB attacking the Barnes to Merchants seemed to come out of nowhere for me.

    On a secondary note, while Marquis always came off as very controlled, even Amy in canon seemed to unconsciously mimic the behavior of self-control- though to self-destructive ends. In this, however, she seems far more out of control.
     
    The Merchants replaced the ABB as the cause of Emma's...issues. With Amy acting as the big sister in this story, things are much more different than what canon did. A lot has to do with how Amy was raised outside of the Dallon household.
     
    very nice
    though amy might need to revisit her estimate of the number of open capes at arcadia because eric pelham should have started as well at the same time as taylor did so shielder should join glory girl very soon in the known cape category (and if he is anything built like his father then could very easily be taylors type :whistle:)
     
    Looking forward to seeing what kind of monster Best Big Sis Amy is capable of becoming.
     
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    very nice
    though amy might need to revisit her estimate of the number of open capes at arcadia because eric pelham should have started as well at the same time as taylor did so shielder should join glory girl very soon in the known cape category (and if he is anything built like his father then could very easily be taylors type :whistle:)
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    Actually, as we're currently 1.5-2 years before canon Worm, and Shielder is 15 years old at the start of Worm, he could be just a bit too young to be starting high school at the same time as Taylor. Crystal, on the other hand, should be here, as she'll be 17 at this time. However, we don't know the current line-up of New Wave, other than Glory Girl existing. The lack of Amy Dallon could possibly have had an impact to the line-up and triggering of the younger generation - although Victoria should be the most prone to change, and it looks like she hasn't. We'll see!
     
    Perfect chapter.

    So we have an Amelia who embraced her father side.
    It is good for Amelia to found Marquis's journals.

    To me Marquis is most intelligent cape in Worm Universe.

    But most importantly all this intelligence comes from his own mind. Not from a Shard.

    We know that Shards influences hosts to became reckless and more willing to resort Conflict. And in some cases Shards almost brainwashes them.

    From Skitter to Dragon, From Contessa to Bakuda, they all influenced by their Shards.

    But Marquis managed to resist it or at least reduced it to became clearheaded.

    Yes he did manage a gang.
    But he didn't became reckless.
    He was only one Parahuman. But he managed to defend against others. By using both his powers and his gangs resources to maximum effect.

    Every time the bones connected to him break, he feels the appropriate level of unspeakable agony, but he trained himself not to show even the slightest sign of it

    He has so much willpower that he managed to resist Jack Slash's influence.

    He stood and defended against S9, Teeth, Allfather, PRT and New Wave.

    Don't mistake me. He was still bad. Actually he was brutal against his enemies. But because of his code's he was preferred compared to other Villains.

    And I guess that he was perhaps one of few capes that didn't dismissed Normal Person's worth.

    In 2011 Worm timeline we see that in every gang and hero team, the Cape's are controlling organizations. (In Couldron we have Dr. Mother, but I don't know her role exactly)

    Yes, In PRT & Protectorate, roles are generally given to capable. But generally capes control organizations because they have power. But capes are human too. Just because you triggered, you don't instantly became capable if every job! (Unless you are Uber.)

    So here, in Marquis's gang we have a capable leader who is also parahuman. And no other parahuman? Then how did Mache
    defended against S9, Teeth etc? After all he was only one Parahuman. With limited mobility. He simply couldn't be everywhere.

    To me he simply couldn't control a portion of city if he controlled his gang like every other gang.

    That is why I'm saying that Marquis controlled his gang masterfully. He built an organized Army. And used that army to kill or delay capes.

    We know that most of the capes aren't bullet proof. And the only problem is to that bullet reach the enemy cape.

    If we looked at PRT threat assessment charts, we would learn that, with a team of operatives we can neutralize up to Level 4 parahumans. Striker 4, Master 4 etc.

    And most parahumans are level 5-6.

    With these data, I see that up to level 4 parahumans could be neutralized. And only thing they could do after that is delaying action and calling Marquis. Which would need highly trained human resources.

    Even if we never see much low level parahuman in worm, compared to high level. That is because they aren't important to story.

    Look at this link: HERE


    At the end, I hoped Amy hasn't inherited Marquis's tenderness to became villain and instead inherited his intelligence and willpower.

    And I hope she became more clearheaded than the last chapter.
     
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    Something that has me curious...
    The fic title, "Progenitor" inspires the image of "Firstborn," "Original," "First and Strongest."
    Examples I've encountered include Alucard (Hellsing), Adam/Lilleth (Evangelion), and other such things.
    I'm wondering how Amy is going to live up to that. In both power and legacy.
     
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    taylor was 15 as well when worm started so that is no argument against eric being the same age
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    Taylor was 15, and then had her 16th birthday in June. If Eric Pelham's birthday would have been September or later, he would be in the grade below Taylor, and so wouldn't start at Arcadia until the next year. I can't see any canonical information as to whether Shielder was a freshman or a sophomore at start of Canon, so it's up to the author.
     
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