How to Beat Fried Worms
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow because nobody else wants it.
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Chapter 93: Faith
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Returning to the Birdcage once Alec finished up, and sobered up, was thankfully rather simple.
The upgrade Alec had gotten to [Wraith King], then [Phantom Force], from Say... Shade...
The fat asshole wearing a flayed horse's head that was protecting Mama Mathers. Whatever his name was, he'd offered up the ability for Alec to swap places with any of his Wraiths so long as they were active.
It did not have a range limit.
Returning to the Birdcage, Alec found the cell block in chaos.
"-my power!" a deep, vaguely feminine voice blubbered from the next cell over. "It's wrong! My power is wrong!"
Alec raised one eyebrow in surprise as a small, round object ran by on stubby legs. Its mouth was wedged open, revealing uneven rows of sharp teeth, and saliva dripped down its wobbly chins.
"I can't feel him!" another voice, a man's, shouted loudly. "I can't feel my Teacher any more!"
Alec looked to the side, to his Wraith... who shrugged.
The chaos was likely caused by the death of Teacher's Shard. The alien entity didn't actually have all of the powers it had handed out through Teacher's machinations. Rather, it was networked with a significant number of lesser Shards and it forged connections, controlled through it, to the thralls.
Alec didn't know if it was a pyramid scheme or what but it made Benjamin into one of the most dangerous Capes on Bet if given time to ramp up.
Closing the door to the cell, Alec turned his gaze on to the child that Teacher had been harvesting for meat, a little bit at a time. He didn't know how the bastard had managed to lobotomize a regenerator and, truthfully, Alec didn't want to find out.
He just needed to fix it.
Stepping up next to the group of his Wraiths as they used [Rewind] to slowly move the child's personal timeline back to when he'd been healthy and unharmed, Alec set a hand on the boy's bare shoulder and began to do the same.
It didn't matter if it wasn't fast.
All that mattered was that it worked.
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Panacea had always wanted to meet her father.
Had.
Meeting him?
"-so we had to send a message," Marquis was saying, recounting a story of his good old days. "And it couldn't be one his friends could 'misunderstand'."
Took a lot of magic out of the old dream of her real dad showing up one day and whisking her away to a fairytale lifestyle of cupcakes and unicorns.
"Knock-knock," a flat, familiar voice said. Hours and hours after Alec said he'd be done. Rather than waiting, the man strode into the-
Amy's mind came to a sudden halt as she took in Apollyon's appearance. She was used to seeing the hefty man wearing a surprisingly well-fitted suit, though something could certainly be said for his color coordination.
What stepped through the door was almost two meters of black, gleaming metal that reflected the dim light of her father's jail cell strangely. She couldn't tell if it was metal or some kind of glass and it was covered in strange, silver whorls that seemed to emit their own light.
"All black, huh?" Marquis asked, clearly unimpressed. "You know, a little color wouldn't be amiss. Maybe some reds, maybs the color blue? Something that's not... trying so hard."
"Your name is literally 'Edgelord'," Apollyon responded, his helmeted head tilted slightly towards Marquis before it focused on Amy. "You have a good time talking with your bone-daddy? Because when I left Teacher's cell block, they were sectioning off who got what chunk of the room."
"...What did you do?" Panacea asked. The people inside of the cage were all adults, weren't they? Why would they be doing something so... childish?
"I ripped off Teacher's head and broke his power," Apollyon admitted without a hint of shame. "Chop-chop, Pan-pan. We need to go before they start-"
The prison... trembled. It shook as a loud explosion happened somewhere up above.
"Alright. That's my cue, to skadoo-" Apollyon said as he stepped towards her.
And Marquis interposed himself, blocking the heavy man from reaching her.
"I don't suppose you've room for one more, do you?" Marquis asked, a charming smile on his face. "After all-"
"No." Apollyon, however, was having none of it. He stepped around Marquis-
And Marquis reached out, grabbing on to Apollyon's arm as bone poked out from under the villain's flesh, forming plates on his body. The man was forming his own suit of armor to-
Apollyon's arm lashed out in a sudden straight, his gauntlet slamming into her father's face. Bone -shattered-.
"No," Apollyon repeated himself as he stepped up to Panacea while Marquis reeled from the sudden, vicious assault. "N-O. Fuck. Off."
"Stop!" Marquis hollered, his voice thick and his sinuses blocked. "I can-!"
Apollyon grabbed Panacea's hand and the two vanished. Amy felt like her brain had somehow skipped a step, trailing a fraction of a second behind her as they appeared...
In the Brockton Bay park?
"...Weren't you curious about what he was going to say?" Panacea asked as she gathered her wits about herself.
"Not especially," Apollyon admitted as he began to poke at the various bits of armor on him, making them disappear. "First the charm, then the threats, then bribery. It's not exactly hard to figure out what he wanted."
"Well..." Panacea wasn't sure what to make of that. It was about as straightforward as it got, when he said it like that. "Now what?"
"For you? I don't know. Call up Glory Girl for a ride home? Sorry I kept you. There was a... situation with the last child." Alchemist sighed, long and slow as he shook his head. "As for me? I've got to figure out what to do with three toddlers and give Dragon a call."
That... sounded kind of rough, actually. Which meant that Panacea was pretty happy that she wasn't the one dealing with it.
"Well. Today was... interesting," the healer admitted as she pulled her cigarettes out of her robes. "So... thanks. I guess."
"I guess you're welcome," Apollyon fired back. "If you need anything? You don't have my number for a reason."
With a jaunty wave, Apollyon snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Panacea inhaled deeply and put a cigarette to her lips, her hands fumbling for her lighter.
It was... great that Apollyon decided to help a bunch of kids, she guessed. And meeting her dad was actually pretty neat.
Disappointing, yeah, but still neat.
Lighting up, Amy took a deep draw and filled her lungs with acrid, burning smoke.
It was kind of a shame that Apollyon was such a prick, though. She almost thought he was cool.