Interlude: Hebert Household
Vherstinae
Patron Saint of Cuddlebugs
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Interlude 2.x
The ragged group approached Taylor's street from the direction opposite Undersiders HQ, having made a detour and looped around a large section of the city. Skitter might have protested but she'd been fading in and out as they rode. At the very least there was less destroyed road on this side.
The neighborhood was in a panic. At least three houses had been demolished from the shockwave of a bomb blast, and the rest were barricaded. Even in the failing light of evening, furniture could be seen propped against windows, plywood nailed up by the people who had it.
Tattletale gently urged Angelica to stop, the beast coming to rest on my front lawn. She hopped off and helped Grue carry Regent. Grue held the smaller boy bridal-style, with Tattletale walking backward to keep him steady. The ride had been worrisome enough; they needed no further reason to fear popping his stitches. Bitch likewise gave Skitter a surprisingly soft push forward, so she rested on the dog's neck and shoulders. The bulkier girl dismounted and then helped Skitter off, looping the thinner young woman's arm around her shoulders and helping her walk to the door.
While the Heberts didn't necessarily live in a bad neighborhood, anywhere in Brockton Bay that wasn't a gated community was usually fair game for the gangs. Years earlier, before Annette's death, the family had come up with a few different knocks to signify safety, being held hostage, and others. Skitter pounded on the door in the familiar rhythm, and after a few seconds she heard furniture being moved. Danny pulled open the door and wordlessly ushered them inside. Bitch whistled for her dogs, which had already shrunk to half their size and were steadily returning to normal.
Bitch let go of Skitter, letting the girl stagger to rest against the wall. She helped Danny push the bookcase back in front of the door. Tattletale led Grue to the couch, where they laid Alec down. The blonde began examining his stitches to make sure nothing had ruptured.
Once the barricade was back in place, Danny let his emotions free. "Jesus fuck, Taylor! What the hell happened? Is happening? What're you all... Fuck!"
Taylor couldn't help but wince at his tone. Her father rarely raised his voice in her presence. He'd once told her that he didn't want to be the kind of man who'd hurt his family, with violence or with words. But fear combined with the indignation of a father at his little girl who didn't stay safe, and he was screaming.
Brian was beside Taylor in an instant, fists clenched. She recognized that shaking, rigid posture, the remnants of trauma she'd seen in her own body after the locker. She staggered off the wall and rested a hand on each man's shoulder. "What happened is that we had to fight for our lives. What happened is that Bakuda went off the deep end and probably massacred hundreds." She locked eyes with her father through orange lenses. "What happened is that we took her down and saved hundreds if not thousands more, including you."
Danny surged forward and Brian's hand shot out. Before anyone could even really process what had happened, Taylor had slapped Brian's fist aside and was hugging her father. "We didn't want to fight," she spoke in a low tone. "We just wanted to hide and stay safe. But Bakuda found us. We took her down because, if we didn't, we would have died." She pulled down her cowl and smiled at him, eyes bloodshot and still moist with tears. "But I'm safe. We're all safe, and we're going to be keeping a low profile for a while."
Taylor shot a glare at Brian, who got the unspoken message. Apologize. "I'm sorry, Mister..." He removed his helmet while Lisa interjected with our last name. "...Hebert. I, well, I don't have a good history with older men and girls I care about. I should've realized that you weren't like that with her." He offered a handshake to my father. "Brian Laborn. Your daughter saved all our lives, sir."
"And I'm Aisha. Where's your pantry?"
Danny and Taylor practically leapt into each other's arms with an undignified yelp made all the worse in stereo. The same thought was in both of their minds: What the fuck!? Where had this girl come from? She was little, maybe thirteen, and already somehow more developed than Taylor. The girl was dressed...well, trashily was as good a term as any. Her attire was pretty much a halter top, cut low, and ripped leggings. Danny paused in his appraisal of his daughter to wonder how the hell this little girl got here. Had she–
Danny finished checking Taylor for obvious wounds, much to her consternation. In an attempt to shift attention, she made with the introductions. "In costume, Brian's Grue," dad snorted at this. He used to be a huge nerd. "Lisa, you know, is Tattletale. Alec, on the couch over there, is Regent. And Rachel, with the dogs, goes by Bitch but the PRT calls her Hellhound."
"Dumbass name," Rachel snorted while she helped her dogs bed themselves down on the living room rug. Again Taylor found herself drifting, this time musing about Rachel. She'd been amazingly gentle ever since the fight with Bakuda. Why was that? Taylor's head hurt too much to contemplate further.
"Mr. Hebert," Lisa spoke up as she stood, "we don't want to impose–"
"I do," Alec interjected weakly. Nobody bothered to smack him like usual.
"But we need someplace to stay and recover. With Bakuda out of the picture, hopefully things will cool down a little. We don't know if our base survived the bombings, and it's not safe for us to go find out while we're injured."
Taylor's dad nodded. "For tonight, I'm just glad my little girl's safe. You can stay and we'll talk more in the morning." He stooped a little and looped Taylor's arm around his neck, walking her to her room.
Making sure that they hadn't been followed, Danny shut the door behind them. All of this madness was too much at once. He needed to make sure they weren't making her act against her will. "Taylor, are you really okay?"
Taylor opted to reply by pulling down her costume to expose heinous purple-black bruising on her throat. If not for the fact that she was alive and talking, Danny would have assumed someone with those injuries to be dead. "Bakuda tried to kill me. Almost succeeded. They say I saved their lives, but they returned the favor." She hugged him again. "They're all fucked-up, maybe even bad people, but they're good to me. Please, treat them like my friends."
He gave Taylor a sad smile. This was much for him to take, so much hurt and fear and carnage all at once. However, despite everything else, he looked at this as a small blessing: after feeling helpless for so long, he could actually be the patriarch again, protecting his little girl. "Okay, Tails." He kissed his daughter's forehead and went over to the dresser, pulling out some pajamas. "Let's get you tucked in."
Taylor flushed in embarrassment and giggled a little, but didn't protest. If her father needed her to be his baby girl again, to briefly live in the moment when she was tiny and family was her whole world, she could oblige. At least for one night, the world and its problems could stay out there. He turned around while she changed, then pulled back the covers and tucked Taylor into bed. With a kiss on her bald pate, he switched off the light and exited.
Danny carefully shut Taylor's door, wanting his daughter to drift peacefully to sleep. He ambled down the hall and looked around the living room at the five – wait, no, four – teens there. Not for the first time, he thought about how fucked the world was. Children had to fight while adults cowered in their homes or shook their fists impotently at implacable threats. He was one of those adults, helpless to do anything meaningful in this...this war.
He stopped that train of thought. He couldn't let himself think that way. Something that he'd always tried to instill in Taylor – that Annette had taught him – was that every action, no matter how small, holds meaning. Danny might not be able to fight villains like Lung or drive back the Endbringers. He might not be able to cure world hunger or kill Kaiser. But right here, he could be Taylor's father. He could give her stability and safety. Whether parahuman powers were a gift, a curse, or just a freak accident of nature, Danny knew Taylor would use those powers to make the world a better place. He would be there for her, giving her the anchor she would need.
"Alright," he said as he stepped into the living room and pulled up a stool from the kitchen, "tell me the whole story. What happened?"
Seated with his back against the couch, Brian turned to look at Danny. "Taylor was asleep for a lot of today. Yesterday she had another of her, uh..."
"Barf-her-guts-out sessions?" a young female voice offered helpfully.
"...Sure," the skepticism was rolling off Brian's tongue, "let's go with that. Anyway, while she was out, Bakuda went apeshit. Bombs were going off everywhere and it looked like the whole goddamn city was gonna be leveled."
"Would've been badass if she didn't also want to kill us," Alec groaned from the couch.
"Quiet, you. Rest and try to get some sleep." Brian set some of his darkness around Alec's head. "Uh, where was I? So Rachel grabbed Taylor while we got organized, Lisa checked out what was happening, and we made a plan."
"Real simple plan, really." This time it was Lisa interjecting. "We'd hide in one of the places Bakuda had already hit and feel things out."
"Problem was," Brian continued seamlessly, "we didn't really know what Bakuda's endgame was. Lisa's a Thinker but that crazy bitch was so random things didn't really make sense. Taylor came up with a theory that made the most sense: whatever others reasons the ABB were bombing Brockton Bay, the main reason was probably to cause a distraction and bust out Lung." He shrugged. "Made sense to us, so Alec figured Lung would go from bombings to full-out war once he got back. Our original plan was to take out ABB footsoldiers, leave Lung with fewer people to start trouble with."
"I didn't realize until after the fact that, not only did Bakuda have bombs in her new recruits, she probably also had monitors hooked up to their vitals. When we brought down a group, she knew." Lisa frowned. "Damn Tinkers."
"Fucking huge explosion," Rachel spoke up. She was piled together with her dogs, the poor mangy things sleeping soundly around her. "Sent Skitter through a window, glass through Regent's side, and almost knocked me out. Skitter helped me get on top of Brutus and I might've made it out if Bakuda hadn't hit me with some sort of gas."
"A chloroform-based sedative bomb," Lisa supplied.
Alec bopped Brian's head and the black boy released his darkness. "She hung us up like something out of Saw. Came in gloating, beat the shit out of Brian then went to work on me. Taylor got loose, chopped off Bakuda's toes for some reason, and then beat her up. Lisa got free, picked Brian's locks, and then Brian took her down."
Lisa rolled her eyes. "Taylor got loose by having her bugs squish themselves to give her enough lubricant–" She ignored Alec's chuckling about lube, "to slip free. Bakuda controlled her bombs through processors in toe rings she made, so that's why Taylor chopped off her toes."
"After that," Brian said, "getting out was easy. When we announced Bakuda was unconscious and couldn't set off her bombs, the new recruits in the warehouse gunned down the veterans and called the PRT. With luck, they'll have the bombs out of their bodies and be back to their families within the week. We grabbed Rachel's dogs–"
"Fuckers shot them, but my dogs are tough."
"–and swung by my apartment to pick up my baby sister before coming here."
"Hey," the little girl waved to Danny as she sat beside Alec on the couch.
Danny narrowed his eyes at her. "Okay, who are you? Taylor didn't introduce you and I damn sure don't remember letting you in." He gripped the stool, ready to use it as a weapon. Maybe he couldn't do much in a world of capes, but he'd be damned if some saboteur hurt the last family he had.
"Whoa, whoa," Brian held his hands up in a placating gesture. "It's okay. Aisha's a parahuman too. She's still getting a hang on turning off her powers." He smiled. "You get better at remembering her the longer she keeps her powers off. First day, I actually forgot I had a sister."
Aisha snickered. "And I thought you were being a jackass and pulling a prank on me." She turned back to Mr. Hebert and smiled. "Lisa says I'm probably a mid-level Stranger. People don't notice me, and even forget me after the fact. I have to consciously turn it off, which is kind of a bitch."
"I could trust Aisha to hide someplace safe while the carnage was going on, but the moment we got the chance I had us swing over to rescue her. I'm not leaving my sister in a warzone."
Danny let go the stool, color returning to his knuckles. He rested his chin in his hands and sighed. "So what's next? For Brockton Bay, I mean."
Lisa laid her head on Judas' stomach, using the dog as a pillow. Rachel gave her a dirty look but didn't begrudge her the spot. "Well, if Lung decides he's still angry, he'll probably try to make another demonstration of the ABB's strength. With all the destruction already, Homeland Security and the National Guard will be properly mobilized in a couple days and the Protectorate will pick up the slack, or at least pretend to." She yawned, idly rubbing her wrists before realizing what she was doing and forcing herself to stop. "Biggest problem will be Empire Eighty-Eight. A bunch of Asians running rampant and massacring people? That's exactly the kind of situation a white supremacist loves. I fully expect Kaiser to make some sort of power play and argue that only the Nazis can keep people safe."
Danny grimaced. "Look, I'm sure you've expected to be asked this at some point, but why are you all villains? You seem like decent kids who've all had a run of bad luck, not bad guys out for themselves."
"Sometimes a run of bad luck is all it takes," Alec said with surprising solemnity. Lisa nodded in agreement.
"Alec, just go to sleep," Brian muttered. "Mr. Hebert, when you're a parahuman, you really only have two options: join the Protectorate and be part of the system, or join some villains."
"Third option is die," Aisha added helpfully.
"And when the system fucks you over, you're left with an easy choice: go to work with an organization that seems dedicated to making your life hell, or take your chances at acceptance and freedom outside the law," Brian concluded.
"Jesus," Danny breathed, "you kids are too young to be getting this dark and philosophical. I thought Taylor was unique because, well, she's really smart and has been through a lot."
"I won't deny that Taylor's probably smarter than most of us, barring Lisa, but there's no monopoly on life being shit. In fact, out of everybody here, Aisha and I are probably the most well-adjusted." The African-American boy sighed and looked down. "Look, this is getting really heavy for this late at night, and we're all exhausted. I probably have a concussion, Rachel's bruised and Lisa had to slice her wrists to get free. Can we table any other questions until tomorrow?"
Danny agreed and went to the hall closet, getting blankets for the kids. After making certain they were settled, he trudged to his own bedroom and burrowed under the covers. Danny Hebert had always thought that one of the major goals in life was to make things better for the next generation. After talking with the Undersiders, he could only conclude that the world had failed at that goal.
The ragged group approached Taylor's street from the direction opposite Undersiders HQ, having made a detour and looped around a large section of the city. Skitter might have protested but she'd been fading in and out as they rode. At the very least there was less destroyed road on this side.
The neighborhood was in a panic. At least three houses had been demolished from the shockwave of a bomb blast, and the rest were barricaded. Even in the failing light of evening, furniture could be seen propped against windows, plywood nailed up by the people who had it.
Tattletale gently urged Angelica to stop, the beast coming to rest on my front lawn. She hopped off and helped Grue carry Regent. Grue held the smaller boy bridal-style, with Tattletale walking backward to keep him steady. The ride had been worrisome enough; they needed no further reason to fear popping his stitches. Bitch likewise gave Skitter a surprisingly soft push forward, so she rested on the dog's neck and shoulders. The bulkier girl dismounted and then helped Skitter off, looping the thinner young woman's arm around her shoulders and helping her walk to the door.
While the Heberts didn't necessarily live in a bad neighborhood, anywhere in Brockton Bay that wasn't a gated community was usually fair game for the gangs. Years earlier, before Annette's death, the family had come up with a few different knocks to signify safety, being held hostage, and others. Skitter pounded on the door in the familiar rhythm, and after a few seconds she heard furniture being moved. Danny pulled open the door and wordlessly ushered them inside. Bitch whistled for her dogs, which had already shrunk to half their size and were steadily returning to normal.
Bitch let go of Skitter, letting the girl stagger to rest against the wall. She helped Danny push the bookcase back in front of the door. Tattletale led Grue to the couch, where they laid Alec down. The blonde began examining his stitches to make sure nothing had ruptured.
Once the barricade was back in place, Danny let his emotions free. "Jesus fuck, Taylor! What the hell happened? Is happening? What're you all... Fuck!"
Taylor couldn't help but wince at his tone. Her father rarely raised his voice in her presence. He'd once told her that he didn't want to be the kind of man who'd hurt his family, with violence or with words. But fear combined with the indignation of a father at his little girl who didn't stay safe, and he was screaming.
Brian was beside Taylor in an instant, fists clenched. She recognized that shaking, rigid posture, the remnants of trauma she'd seen in her own body after the locker. She staggered off the wall and rested a hand on each man's shoulder. "What happened is that we had to fight for our lives. What happened is that Bakuda went off the deep end and probably massacred hundreds." She locked eyes with her father through orange lenses. "What happened is that we took her down and saved hundreds if not thousands more, including you."
Danny surged forward and Brian's hand shot out. Before anyone could even really process what had happened, Taylor had slapped Brian's fist aside and was hugging her father. "We didn't want to fight," she spoke in a low tone. "We just wanted to hide and stay safe. But Bakuda found us. We took her down because, if we didn't, we would have died." She pulled down her cowl and smiled at him, eyes bloodshot and still moist with tears. "But I'm safe. We're all safe, and we're going to be keeping a low profile for a while."
Taylor shot a glare at Brian, who got the unspoken message. Apologize. "I'm sorry, Mister..." He removed his helmet while Lisa interjected with our last name. "...Hebert. I, well, I don't have a good history with older men and girls I care about. I should've realized that you weren't like that with her." He offered a handshake to my father. "Brian Laborn. Your daughter saved all our lives, sir."
"And I'm Aisha. Where's your pantry?"
Danny and Taylor practically leapt into each other's arms with an undignified yelp made all the worse in stereo. The same thought was in both of their minds: What the fuck!? Where had this girl come from? She was little, maybe thirteen, and already somehow more developed than Taylor. The girl was dressed...well, trashily was as good a term as any. Her attire was pretty much a halter top, cut low, and ripped leggings. Danny paused in his appraisal of his daughter to wonder how the hell this little girl got here. Had she–
Danny finished checking Taylor for obvious wounds, much to her consternation. In an attempt to shift attention, she made with the introductions. "In costume, Brian's Grue," dad snorted at this. He used to be a huge nerd. "Lisa, you know, is Tattletale. Alec, on the couch over there, is Regent. And Rachel, with the dogs, goes by Bitch but the PRT calls her Hellhound."
"Dumbass name," Rachel snorted while she helped her dogs bed themselves down on the living room rug. Again Taylor found herself drifting, this time musing about Rachel. She'd been amazingly gentle ever since the fight with Bakuda. Why was that? Taylor's head hurt too much to contemplate further.
"Mr. Hebert," Lisa spoke up as she stood, "we don't want to impose–"
"I do," Alec interjected weakly. Nobody bothered to smack him like usual.
"But we need someplace to stay and recover. With Bakuda out of the picture, hopefully things will cool down a little. We don't know if our base survived the bombings, and it's not safe for us to go find out while we're injured."
Taylor's dad nodded. "For tonight, I'm just glad my little girl's safe. You can stay and we'll talk more in the morning." He stooped a little and looped Taylor's arm around his neck, walking her to her room.
Making sure that they hadn't been followed, Danny shut the door behind them. All of this madness was too much at once. He needed to make sure they weren't making her act against her will. "Taylor, are you really okay?"
Taylor opted to reply by pulling down her costume to expose heinous purple-black bruising on her throat. If not for the fact that she was alive and talking, Danny would have assumed someone with those injuries to be dead. "Bakuda tried to kill me. Almost succeeded. They say I saved their lives, but they returned the favor." She hugged him again. "They're all fucked-up, maybe even bad people, but they're good to me. Please, treat them like my friends."
He gave Taylor a sad smile. This was much for him to take, so much hurt and fear and carnage all at once. However, despite everything else, he looked at this as a small blessing: after feeling helpless for so long, he could actually be the patriarch again, protecting his little girl. "Okay, Tails." He kissed his daughter's forehead and went over to the dresser, pulling out some pajamas. "Let's get you tucked in."
Taylor flushed in embarrassment and giggled a little, but didn't protest. If her father needed her to be his baby girl again, to briefly live in the moment when she was tiny and family was her whole world, she could oblige. At least for one night, the world and its problems could stay out there. He turned around while she changed, then pulled back the covers and tucked Taylor into bed. With a kiss on her bald pate, he switched off the light and exited.
Danny carefully shut Taylor's door, wanting his daughter to drift peacefully to sleep. He ambled down the hall and looked around the living room at the five – wait, no, four – teens there. Not for the first time, he thought about how fucked the world was. Children had to fight while adults cowered in their homes or shook their fists impotently at implacable threats. He was one of those adults, helpless to do anything meaningful in this...this war.
He stopped that train of thought. He couldn't let himself think that way. Something that he'd always tried to instill in Taylor – that Annette had taught him – was that every action, no matter how small, holds meaning. Danny might not be able to fight villains like Lung or drive back the Endbringers. He might not be able to cure world hunger or kill Kaiser. But right here, he could be Taylor's father. He could give her stability and safety. Whether parahuman powers were a gift, a curse, or just a freak accident of nature, Danny knew Taylor would use those powers to make the world a better place. He would be there for her, giving her the anchor she would need.
"Alright," he said as he stepped into the living room and pulled up a stool from the kitchen, "tell me the whole story. What happened?"
Seated with his back against the couch, Brian turned to look at Danny. "Taylor was asleep for a lot of today. Yesterday she had another of her, uh..."
"Barf-her-guts-out sessions?" a young female voice offered helpfully.
"...Sure," the skepticism was rolling off Brian's tongue, "let's go with that. Anyway, while she was out, Bakuda went apeshit. Bombs were going off everywhere and it looked like the whole goddamn city was gonna be leveled."
"Would've been badass if she didn't also want to kill us," Alec groaned from the couch.
"Quiet, you. Rest and try to get some sleep." Brian set some of his darkness around Alec's head. "Uh, where was I? So Rachel grabbed Taylor while we got organized, Lisa checked out what was happening, and we made a plan."
"Real simple plan, really." This time it was Lisa interjecting. "We'd hide in one of the places Bakuda had already hit and feel things out."
"Problem was," Brian continued seamlessly, "we didn't really know what Bakuda's endgame was. Lisa's a Thinker but that crazy bitch was so random things didn't really make sense. Taylor came up with a theory that made the most sense: whatever others reasons the ABB were bombing Brockton Bay, the main reason was probably to cause a distraction and bust out Lung." He shrugged. "Made sense to us, so Alec figured Lung would go from bombings to full-out war once he got back. Our original plan was to take out ABB footsoldiers, leave Lung with fewer people to start trouble with."
"I didn't realize until after the fact that, not only did Bakuda have bombs in her new recruits, she probably also had monitors hooked up to their vitals. When we brought down a group, she knew." Lisa frowned. "Damn Tinkers."
"Fucking huge explosion," Rachel spoke up. She was piled together with her dogs, the poor mangy things sleeping soundly around her. "Sent Skitter through a window, glass through Regent's side, and almost knocked me out. Skitter helped me get on top of Brutus and I might've made it out if Bakuda hadn't hit me with some sort of gas."
"A chloroform-based sedative bomb," Lisa supplied.
Alec bopped Brian's head and the black boy released his darkness. "She hung us up like something out of Saw. Came in gloating, beat the shit out of Brian then went to work on me. Taylor got loose, chopped off Bakuda's toes for some reason, and then beat her up. Lisa got free, picked Brian's locks, and then Brian took her down."
Lisa rolled her eyes. "Taylor got loose by having her bugs squish themselves to give her enough lubricant–" She ignored Alec's chuckling about lube, "to slip free. Bakuda controlled her bombs through processors in toe rings she made, so that's why Taylor chopped off her toes."
"After that," Brian said, "getting out was easy. When we announced Bakuda was unconscious and couldn't set off her bombs, the new recruits in the warehouse gunned down the veterans and called the PRT. With luck, they'll have the bombs out of their bodies and be back to their families within the week. We grabbed Rachel's dogs–"
"Fuckers shot them, but my dogs are tough."
"–and swung by my apartment to pick up my baby sister before coming here."
"Hey," the little girl waved to Danny as she sat beside Alec on the couch.
Danny narrowed his eyes at her. "Okay, who are you? Taylor didn't introduce you and I damn sure don't remember letting you in." He gripped the stool, ready to use it as a weapon. Maybe he couldn't do much in a world of capes, but he'd be damned if some saboteur hurt the last family he had.
"Whoa, whoa," Brian held his hands up in a placating gesture. "It's okay. Aisha's a parahuman too. She's still getting a hang on turning off her powers." He smiled. "You get better at remembering her the longer she keeps her powers off. First day, I actually forgot I had a sister."
Aisha snickered. "And I thought you were being a jackass and pulling a prank on me." She turned back to Mr. Hebert and smiled. "Lisa says I'm probably a mid-level Stranger. People don't notice me, and even forget me after the fact. I have to consciously turn it off, which is kind of a bitch."
"I could trust Aisha to hide someplace safe while the carnage was going on, but the moment we got the chance I had us swing over to rescue her. I'm not leaving my sister in a warzone."
Danny let go the stool, color returning to his knuckles. He rested his chin in his hands and sighed. "So what's next? For Brockton Bay, I mean."
Lisa laid her head on Judas' stomach, using the dog as a pillow. Rachel gave her a dirty look but didn't begrudge her the spot. "Well, if Lung decides he's still angry, he'll probably try to make another demonstration of the ABB's strength. With all the destruction already, Homeland Security and the National Guard will be properly mobilized in a couple days and the Protectorate will pick up the slack, or at least pretend to." She yawned, idly rubbing her wrists before realizing what she was doing and forcing herself to stop. "Biggest problem will be Empire Eighty-Eight. A bunch of Asians running rampant and massacring people? That's exactly the kind of situation a white supremacist loves. I fully expect Kaiser to make some sort of power play and argue that only the Nazis can keep people safe."
Danny grimaced. "Look, I'm sure you've expected to be asked this at some point, but why are you all villains? You seem like decent kids who've all had a run of bad luck, not bad guys out for themselves."
"Sometimes a run of bad luck is all it takes," Alec said with surprising solemnity. Lisa nodded in agreement.
"Alec, just go to sleep," Brian muttered. "Mr. Hebert, when you're a parahuman, you really only have two options: join the Protectorate and be part of the system, or join some villains."
"Third option is die," Aisha added helpfully.
"And when the system fucks you over, you're left with an easy choice: go to work with an organization that seems dedicated to making your life hell, or take your chances at acceptance and freedom outside the law," Brian concluded.
"Jesus," Danny breathed, "you kids are too young to be getting this dark and philosophical. I thought Taylor was unique because, well, she's really smart and has been through a lot."
"I won't deny that Taylor's probably smarter than most of us, barring Lisa, but there's no monopoly on life being shit. In fact, out of everybody here, Aisha and I are probably the most well-adjusted." The African-American boy sighed and looked down. "Look, this is getting really heavy for this late at night, and we're all exhausted. I probably have a concussion, Rachel's bruised and Lisa had to slice her wrists to get free. Can we table any other questions until tomorrow?"
Danny agreed and went to the hall closet, getting blankets for the kids. After making certain they were settled, he trudged to his own bedroom and burrowed under the covers. Danny Hebert had always thought that one of the major goals in life was to make things better for the next generation. After talking with the Undersiders, he could only conclude that the world had failed at that goal.