Interlude: Migraine
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Mary Vicars was a walking contradiction. From her name, one would imagine a girl from Middle America or the Bible Belt, rather than a second-generation Korean. Her slender, delicate frame stood in harsh contrast to her voice, husky enough to be mistaken for a man over the phone. In order to survive in Brockton Bay, she had kept her head down, done as she was told, run errands for the ABB.
That quiescent attitude was the exact opposite of the domineering force of sheer personality that was Migraine.
The villain regarded Brockton Memorial Hospital through the lenses of her new mask. Ever since the battle with the Teeth, where her team had been further intercepted by the Undersiders and Protectorate, Mary had shifted a significant portion of her gains into protective gear and had encouraged the others to do likewise. Well, Trainwreck made his own armor, but Circus and Juggernaut acquiesced.
"The plan is simple, so long as we don't fuck up." She drew lines in the dirt with a stick. "Wreck, you set up in the bodyshop here; wait for our signal. You did already bring the parts, right?"
The bulky bald man nodded. "Yeah, sets for speed and power." When Migraine had first forcibly recruited him, Trainwreck had plotted ways to murder her without being seen as a rule-breaker by the cape community; however, in the time since, she had been a fair and reliable leader. Oddly enough, he liked working with her now. "And yes, I remember which signal is which."
"I'm still amazed you can read," Circus quipped, "so forgive me if I don't hold my breath." Circus' voice was just as androgynous as Migraine's, though it tilted toward the higher pitch.
"Just keep me covered, clown. Juggernaut," the blue-clad villainess looked over to her enforcer in leather, "you keep the entrance clear."
Juggernaut's new kevlar-polymer balaclava featured tightly woven mesh over the eyes, making the mask seem featureless. In the usual moving-through-water speed distortion, he held up an OK sign.
"And you're sure the ass-inspection gloves are necessary?"
Migraine pulled on her own pair of long latex gloves, letting the bands snap against her forearms. "Risk mitigation. If half of what he said is right, one touch could knock you out or fucking kill you." She made sure her mask was firmly in place. "Okay team, break."
(BREAK)
Considering what kind of a hole Brockton Bay was, it wasn't a surprise that the hospital receptionist didn't react too strongly to a pair of villains strutting in.
"Don't hit the silent alarm or attempt to run," Migraine said in a casual tone. "I don't want to waste my power on you, so instead I have a gun." She brandished a .50-caliber monster of a handgun. "I'm not the best shot, so it's going for center mass. Got it?"
Something Migraine had discovered was that parahuman powers, while intimidating, often didn't faze non-capes in places prone to hero/villain fights. Attacking civilians was an easy way to get a kill order, after all. So brandishing a gun instead of threatening with a power helped to make sure nobody started shit.
Circus drew her latest creation from thin air, a combination of fire axe and sledgehammer fastened together with duct tape, wire, zip-ties and twine. She leveled the mutant weapon at the receptionist. "Now, what floor is Panacea on?"
To his credit, the receptionist didn't buckle under the pressure. "She's not here. Glory Girl already picked her up."
Circus grabbed his tie and jerked her hand back and then forward, tugging him forward and driving her fist into his face. "Let's try this again." She slackened her grip on her axe-hammer, the sheer weight of the weapon driving the bladed head deep into the counter without any force on the clown's part. "We're going to kidnap Panacea. That means capes will be gunning for us until we hand her off. Mutilating you won't get us in any hotter water. Capisce?" She drew her smile wide enough to be mistaken for being part-shark.
"...Let me page her, then. If you're going to have a cape fight, I'd rather you didn't do it around critically injured patients."
"Fair enough." Migraine walked around to stand behind the receptionist, watching his actions.
"Yeah, it's reception. Can you let Panacea know she's needed down here, urgently? We've got a patient who can't even wait for a room. Yeah, it's that bad. Okay." He hung up, looking back at Migraine. "I hope she gives you cancer."
While his head was turned, Circus put away her sledgehatchet and pulled out a taser, electrocuting the man into unconsciousness. "This is turning out more convenient than I'd expected."
"Eh, this place has always had good service," Migraine replied with easy confidence. "One of the few bright spots in this hellhole."
"You're always dumping on the Bay. If you think it's so shitty, why do you stay?" The taser was stored inside nothingness and replaced with a candle lighter.
The Asian woman shrugged. "Stockholm syndrome? I don't know. My parents died here; maybe I'm trapped by old ghosts."
Circus nodded. "That's kinda deep."
Their existential conversation was cut short by Panacea's emergence from the elevator. In her white hooded robe with an enormous red cross emblazoned on the front, the girl appeared like some sort of knight-templar mystic. The two security guards behind her drew their weapons the moment they saw the villains at the reception desk but were blinded by a cloud of cinders. "Run," one of the men shouted through smoke-induced coughing.
Panacea ducked low and bolted, doing her best to imitate Victoria from back before she triggered. She felt the wind behind her as Circus dashed into the space Amy had just occupied. The twisted clown created a gap in the blazing ashes, flipping into a handstand and driving a boot into each guard's head, slamming their skulls against the sides of the elevator. With a smooth backbend she was on her feet once more and tased each man for good measure.
Migraine waited until Panacea was out in the open, and therefore safer to approach, before unleashing her power. She could best liken it to an old stovetop Jiffy-Pop inside her head, unknown sensations crackling and popping as energy tried to expand her skull before finally finding another head in which to take root. From there, as the discomfort left her own head, it transformed into word-defining agony in her targets.
The brunette hero showed off an impressive set of lungs as she wailed in sheer torment. She flopped like a beached fish, too pained to make any attempt at supporting herself. Migraine approached with that same smooth casualness she'd maintained through the entire crime and checked her gloves. Satisfied that they were in place, she drew her own taser and zapped Amy twice just to be safe. "Circus!"
"Coming!" With an entirely necessary series of cartwheels and flips, the grab-bag parahuman was at Migraine's side. She produced a body bag and the pair loaded Panacea into it, securing her wrists with zip-ties and closing the girl up. Circus lifted the bag onto her shoulder with only a mild grunt of effort. "Well, that was eas...fuck, I even pre-emptively jinxed myself!"
Outside, Glory Girl plummeted from the sky like an avenging valkyrie to impact Juggernaut. The sheer force caused the asphalt to crater around his feet and the hospital's windows to crack. The dust cloud obscured vision but Glory Girl's screams of incoherent rage were distorted to sounds like a pod of whales, indicating that she was in Juggernaut's aura.
Migraine sent the signal for fast evac.
The dust cleared to show the pair of Brutes grappling, with Juggernaut rapidly (well, relative to him) gaining the advantage. He eventually managed to grip both of Glory Girl's wrists with one of his long-fingered hands, which freed up his other to deliver a brutal blow to the blonde's gut.
The Adrift's leader fully expected Glory Girl to shrug off the blow; rumor had it that she wasn't entirely invulnerable, but was at the very least protected from the first hit. Instead, the teen crumpled, doubling over on his fist and coughing up some blood. By his body language Juggernaut looked surprised at this turn of events. He let her drop and backed away.
"And our day just gets worse!" Circus pointed up into the sky at Photon Mom, who sent a blast of energy at Juggernaut.
As expected, the beam slowed and distorted when it approached him. Not as expected, however, was the result. The energy blast bubbled and swelled before exploding like a bomb. Juggernaut was lifted bodily off the ground, moving in slow-motion for only a few seconds before his power lost traction and he crashed – and nearly embedded – into the hospital's wall.
Glory Girl pushed herself off the ground. She spat out some more blood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes blazed with positively murderous intent as she stalked toward the villains, slowly rising from the ground.
"Uh," Circus laughed nervously, "Migraine? Please tell me you have some charge left."
"No... We may be fucked." Her power's biggest drawback was that it was an all-or-nothing situation. It seemed to be equally effective no matter how many targets, but whether that number was one or a dozen, the full charge was always expended.
The teenage heroine spun and delivered a haymaker to Trainwreck's armor, the villain having come screaming out of nowhere going at least 100 miles an hour. By sheer virtue of mass Glory Girl was the one sent flying, but while she seemed no worse for the wear except for some scrapes and road rash, Trainwreck's armor was missing a sizeable chunk.
"Change of plans!" Migraine gave Circus a shove forward, breaking into a full sprint. She bowled open the door and began firing wild shots in Lady Photon's direction. She leapt onto Trainwreck and held out an arm to help the clown climb on. "Get going," she screamed at the armored villain. "We can't take Juggernaut with us!" She could tell that her subordinate wanted to argue so she cut him off. "Just go! Circus, bang 'em!"
The clown reached into her hammerspace and withdrew a whole bandolier of grenades. She grabbed the ripcord and slung it like she was David and New Wave was playing the part of Goliath. Eight flashbangs erupted in the heroines' faces while Trainwreck's metal wheels screeched against the street, ferrying them away.
Juggernaut ripped himself from the hospital wall after regaining his bearings and attempted to make his escape, dipping into a crouch before launching himself with a super-strength jump. Yet another bizarre interaction of his power with the laws of physics was that his aura maintained when his movement was voluntary, and it somehow slowed the effects of gravity itself upon him. He smoothly lifted into the sky, passing over multiple city blocks.
And then the next energy bolt hit him from above.
Mary Vicars was a walking contradiction. From her name, one would imagine a girl from Middle America or the Bible Belt, rather than a second-generation Korean. Her slender, delicate frame stood in harsh contrast to her voice, husky enough to be mistaken for a man over the phone. In order to survive in Brockton Bay, she had kept her head down, done as she was told, run errands for the ABB.
That quiescent attitude was the exact opposite of the domineering force of sheer personality that was Migraine.
The villain regarded Brockton Memorial Hospital through the lenses of her new mask. Ever since the battle with the Teeth, where her team had been further intercepted by the Undersiders and Protectorate, Mary had shifted a significant portion of her gains into protective gear and had encouraged the others to do likewise. Well, Trainwreck made his own armor, but Circus and Juggernaut acquiesced.
"The plan is simple, so long as we don't fuck up." She drew lines in the dirt with a stick. "Wreck, you set up in the bodyshop here; wait for our signal. You did already bring the parts, right?"
The bulky bald man nodded. "Yeah, sets for speed and power." When Migraine had first forcibly recruited him, Trainwreck had plotted ways to murder her without being seen as a rule-breaker by the cape community; however, in the time since, she had been a fair and reliable leader. Oddly enough, he liked working with her now. "And yes, I remember which signal is which."
"I'm still amazed you can read," Circus quipped, "so forgive me if I don't hold my breath." Circus' voice was just as androgynous as Migraine's, though it tilted toward the higher pitch.
"Just keep me covered, clown. Juggernaut," the blue-clad villainess looked over to her enforcer in leather, "you keep the entrance clear."
Juggernaut's new kevlar-polymer balaclava featured tightly woven mesh over the eyes, making the mask seem featureless. In the usual moving-through-water speed distortion, he held up an OK sign.
"And you're sure the ass-inspection gloves are necessary?"
Migraine pulled on her own pair of long latex gloves, letting the bands snap against her forearms. "Risk mitigation. If half of what he said is right, one touch could knock you out or fucking kill you." She made sure her mask was firmly in place. "Okay team, break."
(BREAK)
Considering what kind of a hole Brockton Bay was, it wasn't a surprise that the hospital receptionist didn't react too strongly to a pair of villains strutting in.
"Don't hit the silent alarm or attempt to run," Migraine said in a casual tone. "I don't want to waste my power on you, so instead I have a gun." She brandished a .50-caliber monster of a handgun. "I'm not the best shot, so it's going for center mass. Got it?"
Something Migraine had discovered was that parahuman powers, while intimidating, often didn't faze non-capes in places prone to hero/villain fights. Attacking civilians was an easy way to get a kill order, after all. So brandishing a gun instead of threatening with a power helped to make sure nobody started shit.
Circus drew her latest creation from thin air, a combination of fire axe and sledgehammer fastened together with duct tape, wire, zip-ties and twine. She leveled the mutant weapon at the receptionist. "Now, what floor is Panacea on?"
To his credit, the receptionist didn't buckle under the pressure. "She's not here. Glory Girl already picked her up."
Circus grabbed his tie and jerked her hand back and then forward, tugging him forward and driving her fist into his face. "Let's try this again." She slackened her grip on her axe-hammer, the sheer weight of the weapon driving the bladed head deep into the counter without any force on the clown's part. "We're going to kidnap Panacea. That means capes will be gunning for us until we hand her off. Mutilating you won't get us in any hotter water. Capisce?" She drew her smile wide enough to be mistaken for being part-shark.
"...Let me page her, then. If you're going to have a cape fight, I'd rather you didn't do it around critically injured patients."
"Fair enough." Migraine walked around to stand behind the receptionist, watching his actions.
"Yeah, it's reception. Can you let Panacea know she's needed down here, urgently? We've got a patient who can't even wait for a room. Yeah, it's that bad. Okay." He hung up, looking back at Migraine. "I hope she gives you cancer."
While his head was turned, Circus put away her sledgehatchet and pulled out a taser, electrocuting the man into unconsciousness. "This is turning out more convenient than I'd expected."
"Eh, this place has always had good service," Migraine replied with easy confidence. "One of the few bright spots in this hellhole."
"You're always dumping on the Bay. If you think it's so shitty, why do you stay?" The taser was stored inside nothingness and replaced with a candle lighter.
The Asian woman shrugged. "Stockholm syndrome? I don't know. My parents died here; maybe I'm trapped by old ghosts."
Circus nodded. "That's kinda deep."
Their existential conversation was cut short by Panacea's emergence from the elevator. In her white hooded robe with an enormous red cross emblazoned on the front, the girl appeared like some sort of knight-templar mystic. The two security guards behind her drew their weapons the moment they saw the villains at the reception desk but were blinded by a cloud of cinders. "Run," one of the men shouted through smoke-induced coughing.
Panacea ducked low and bolted, doing her best to imitate Victoria from back before she triggered. She felt the wind behind her as Circus dashed into the space Amy had just occupied. The twisted clown created a gap in the blazing ashes, flipping into a handstand and driving a boot into each guard's head, slamming their skulls against the sides of the elevator. With a smooth backbend she was on her feet once more and tased each man for good measure.
Migraine waited until Panacea was out in the open, and therefore safer to approach, before unleashing her power. She could best liken it to an old stovetop Jiffy-Pop inside her head, unknown sensations crackling and popping as energy tried to expand her skull before finally finding another head in which to take root. From there, as the discomfort left her own head, it transformed into word-defining agony in her targets.
The brunette hero showed off an impressive set of lungs as she wailed in sheer torment. She flopped like a beached fish, too pained to make any attempt at supporting herself. Migraine approached with that same smooth casualness she'd maintained through the entire crime and checked her gloves. Satisfied that they were in place, she drew her own taser and zapped Amy twice just to be safe. "Circus!"
"Coming!" With an entirely necessary series of cartwheels and flips, the grab-bag parahuman was at Migraine's side. She produced a body bag and the pair loaded Panacea into it, securing her wrists with zip-ties and closing the girl up. Circus lifted the bag onto her shoulder with only a mild grunt of effort. "Well, that was eas...fuck, I even pre-emptively jinxed myself!"
Outside, Glory Girl plummeted from the sky like an avenging valkyrie to impact Juggernaut. The sheer force caused the asphalt to crater around his feet and the hospital's windows to crack. The dust cloud obscured vision but Glory Girl's screams of incoherent rage were distorted to sounds like a pod of whales, indicating that she was in Juggernaut's aura.
Migraine sent the signal for fast evac.
The dust cleared to show the pair of Brutes grappling, with Juggernaut rapidly (well, relative to him) gaining the advantage. He eventually managed to grip both of Glory Girl's wrists with one of his long-fingered hands, which freed up his other to deliver a brutal blow to the blonde's gut.
The Adrift's leader fully expected Glory Girl to shrug off the blow; rumor had it that she wasn't entirely invulnerable, but was at the very least protected from the first hit. Instead, the teen crumpled, doubling over on his fist and coughing up some blood. By his body language Juggernaut looked surprised at this turn of events. He let her drop and backed away.
"And our day just gets worse!" Circus pointed up into the sky at Photon Mom, who sent a blast of energy at Juggernaut.
As expected, the beam slowed and distorted when it approached him. Not as expected, however, was the result. The energy blast bubbled and swelled before exploding like a bomb. Juggernaut was lifted bodily off the ground, moving in slow-motion for only a few seconds before his power lost traction and he crashed – and nearly embedded – into the hospital's wall.
Glory Girl pushed herself off the ground. She spat out some more blood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes blazed with positively murderous intent as she stalked toward the villains, slowly rising from the ground.
"Uh," Circus laughed nervously, "Migraine? Please tell me you have some charge left."
"No... We may be fucked." Her power's biggest drawback was that it was an all-or-nothing situation. It seemed to be equally effective no matter how many targets, but whether that number was one or a dozen, the full charge was always expended.
The teenage heroine spun and delivered a haymaker to Trainwreck's armor, the villain having come screaming out of nowhere going at least 100 miles an hour. By sheer virtue of mass Glory Girl was the one sent flying, but while she seemed no worse for the wear except for some scrapes and road rash, Trainwreck's armor was missing a sizeable chunk.
"Change of plans!" Migraine gave Circus a shove forward, breaking into a full sprint. She bowled open the door and began firing wild shots in Lady Photon's direction. She leapt onto Trainwreck and held out an arm to help the clown climb on. "Get going," she screamed at the armored villain. "We can't take Juggernaut with us!" She could tell that her subordinate wanted to argue so she cut him off. "Just go! Circus, bang 'em!"
The clown reached into her hammerspace and withdrew a whole bandolier of grenades. She grabbed the ripcord and slung it like she was David and New Wave was playing the part of Goliath. Eight flashbangs erupted in the heroines' faces while Trainwreck's metal wheels screeched against the street, ferrying them away.
Juggernaut ripped himself from the hospital wall after regaining his bearings and attempted to make his escape, dipping into a crouch before launching himself with a super-strength jump. Yet another bizarre interaction of his power with the laws of physics was that his aura maintained when his movement was voluntary, and it somehow slowed the effects of gravity itself upon him. He smoothly lifted into the sky, passing over multiple city blocks.
And then the next energy bolt hit him from above.