Unmaking 06
Vherstinae
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Unmaking 7.06
I just blinked, sort of staring into space. My brain was still trying to process what had happened scant seconds before, while the memory section was beating me over the head with a folding chair for being such a dense imbecile.
Lisa had kissed me. Lisa, the beautiful blonde who always did her best to make me feel normal, who constantly flirted and made off-color jokes at my expense...yeah, the memory node was right. I was dense.
With that in mind, though, everything was put into a different context. The flirting, that I had previously dismissed as either teasing or a roundabout way of making me feel pretty again, was now legitimized. And that meant...
That means, my brain interjected, that Lisa's standing there nervously while I work this shit out. I forced myself out of the introspection and looked up into those shining, celery-green eyes. "I'm an idiot," I said, opting to be completely sincere and direct. At Lisa's confused, slightly hurt expression, I elaborated. "I never thought your...the flirting, I didn't think it was genuine. I thought you were just, well, taking care of Nilbogette. But now, well..."
I glanced at her lips for a moment before locking eyes again. Lisa gave a hesitant smile. The insect part of my brain, that I so often beat down, was screaming at me. This time, I listened. I leaned up from the hospital bed and met my lips to hers. Now, without the shock and confusion and revelation all clouding my senses, I got to feel it. It felt...right. There wasn't any sort of anticipation or expectation in the kiss; both of us accepted the other, flaws and lingering dangers included, and we weren't pushing for anything more. If it happened, it would, but there was no point in trying to hurry things.
Lisa's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before they closed, satisfied. Her arms slid up mine to drape over my shoulders. When the kiss finally broke, we stayed like that, my hands resting on her waist, foreheads touching, just feeling each other's presence. Yeah, I thought, this is right. One of my bugs showed me that dad was watching through the window, a soft smile on his face. He and Lisa must've discussed this at some point. Sly devils. I'd have to thank him later.
"So," I finally ended the comfortable silence, "how long have you..." I gestured between her and myself.
"I'm not exactly sure," she said, nudging me over and taking a comfortable seat on the bed. "At first it was to defuse a ticking time bomb." She booped my nose. "You were in a lot of pain and the authority figures weren't doing anything to help. With your powers, things could've gone very bad very fast. Then, it was because you were my friend and you're a lot of fun to tease. I..." She took a breath. "Before this," she imitated the gesture between me and her, "I'd resigned myself to being celibate. Like Imp, I have to focus to keep my power from constantly being on. And when things get hot and heavy...suffice it to say that a clinical readout of what the guy's gonna do next, a splitting Thinker headache, and a list of my partner's grossest kinks weren't exactly conducive to romance. After a couple tries I found that any sort of intimacy actually made me feel ill.
"But then, well, then I met you. Your changes are slowly making you immune to my power. But it's not just that, or I'd feel like a petty asshole. You're sweet, you're kind, you're loving and you want to protect those you care about. And you're hot, to top it all off. So, well," she tilted her head and gave me a playfully salacious look, "I'm interested in you. And from that smooch you gave me..."
"Yeah," I blushed, "I'm, ah, interested too." After worrying my bottom lip for a few seconds, I spoke up again, my voice louder than I'd expected it to be. "But I'm – ahem, 'scuse me – I'm new to, well, all this. I've never even been on a real date before. You were my second kiss, and the only one that actually meant something."
Lisa pulled me into a warm embrace. "It's okay, sweetie. You don't have to worry about being experienced or anything. This is new for me, too: I hadn't thought I'd fall for a girl. So we can just learn all this together."
I snuggled deeper into her grip. "That sounds good to me," I mumbled to her shoulder.
(BREAK)
Once we exited the clinic, dad in tow, we were met with a chorus of applause from the rest of the Undersiders. Foresight stiffened. "What? How did– Imp," she snarled.
Our resident pest laughed. "How could I resist spying? Such yummy blackmail material! But then I remembered you could probably stuff me with bugs and make me a meat puppet, so I decided to just share the good news."
"Take lots of photos!" Regent's smirk was evident in his voice. "And don't skimp on the PDA. I'm lucky enough to be friends with a hot lesbian couple and I'm not gonna let you squander it!"
With a slap to the back of Regent's head, Grue took a step forward. "In all honesty, ignoring the peanut gallery, we're all happy for you."
Cerberus just nodded. "Bout time," she grunted. Well, with her canine-esque instincts, I suppose she would've known before I did.
I looked back to my father, who just gave me that warm, knowing smile. I couldn't help but grin in return.
From the other end of the hallway, which was impressive distance for a non-directed shout, I heard a voice cry out. "Oh, you've got to be FUCKING kidding me!"
"Language, Clockblocker," Armsmaster barked immediately afterward.
My curiosity piqued, I ambled over to the noise. The rest of the group followed.
"No way, boss-man," Clock retorted. "When you see this, I think you'll agree swearing is needed." He held up his phone. "I was checking for updates when this popped up on PHO." The Ward clicked a link and increased the volume.
"Now Playing," an over-the-top Wrestlemania-style voiceover yelled, "on THIS SCREEN! For the first time ever, unmoderated, uncensored and uncut video of an ENDBRINGER BATTLE!" A second voice cut in, more subdued. "This is not for the squeamish, folks. People die. A lot of people die. But we scored a major victory today and the heroes and villains who gave their lives should be honored. Capes get a lot of shit, and you usually only see the shiny PR-friendly side of parahumans. Or the cartoonishly evil, 'pre-packaged for mass media' side of the villains." The Announcer, as I opted to call the first voice, returned louder than ever. "So log in to see the REAL face of cape fights! All the HITS, all the BREAKS, all the ENDBRINGER-SMASHING CARNAGE YOU CAN HANDLE!"
Everything was quiet for a moment. Armsmaster and Clockblocker shared a look. The hero nodded.
"You've got to be FUCKING kidding me," Clockblocker repeated.
"So what the shit is that?" Cerberus had approached Clockblocker while the ad played.
The Ward gave a little yelp, spinning to find her looking over his shoulder. "It's, ah, it's an ad."
"Somebody wants to make money off dead people?" She sounded pissed. I didn't blame her.
"My guess?" Armsmaster interjected, "Uber and Leet. They're the only ones in the area with the kind of technology needed for a recording like this, and they're the only ones amoral enough to want to profit from such a tragedy."
"The only ones amoral enough? That sounds like a major exaggeration." Dad strode toward the gathering crowd. If three – now four – people could be called a crowd.
"I meant from the previously defined group," Armsmaster groused, folding his arms over his chest. "Don't mistake me; Mannequin and Bonesaw are objectively more evil Tinkers, but they're not the sort to do this kind of showmanship. Plus, they have the Snitch."
I blinked. "Snitch? Like in Harry Potter?"
"It's what Uber named their autonomous camera," Foresight supplied. "Somehow the thing's practically invulnerable, and it never sticks around long enough for me to get a look at it. I can imagine them rigging it up to skulk around and record the fight."
Regent leaned against a nearby wall. "But what's the point? I mean, I'm pretty much the poster boy for 'For the Lulz', but these guys like to have an endgame in mind, don't they?"
Armsmaster tilted his head, listening to something in his helmet. "Mm-hm. Dragon made a good point: while this is distasteful in the extreme, it's not exactly something urgent in comparison. We have about a thousand more deserving causes that need our attention." He sighs. "We'll need to see about transferring in some new parahumans. In the wake of an Endbringer attack, we're pretty much guaranteed to see cretins coming in to set up shop. In the meantime–"
"In the meantime," Director Piggot stepped into the group, taking the conversation's reins, "our first priority is reconstruction. Even though this was a relatively short fight, Leviathan still did catastrophic damage to the city. We need every parahuman, hero and villain, who's willing to help. I'm in the process of drafting an order of temporary amnesty." She turned to look at me and Cerberus. "I know you've already done more than should ever be expected of people your age, but I have to ask for even more. Cerberus, would you be willing to let our K-9 handlers work with your dogs on a long-term basis? We could use their strength to help with rebuilding."
The bulky girl stuffed her hands into her pockets. "I'll think about it."
"That's all I can ask for at this point. And Skitter, can we count on your helpers?"
I nodded, probably with a bit too much vigor. "Of course. They're here to fix things and rescue people. They can help clear out rubble, and they should understand enough English to take basic orders. I'll...hold up," I took a step to the side, out of the group. I felt something. While it was probably a bad idea, something in the back of my mind was telling me to open my senses – the ones that detected emotion.
In a split-second I was awash in a sea of chaotic feelings. Elation and relief churned with loss and crushing despair. But something in there, something was important. I knew it, without really understanding how I knew, and focused harder.
There. A little girl, frightened and traumatized and wracked with overwhelming guilt. I didn't know why she was important, but I was learning to trust my instincts.
Grue's big hand rested on my shoulder and jerked me back to reality. "Skitter, you okay? You were a million miles away, there."
"Yeah. There's...there's something important, I'm sure of it. C'mon." Despite the urges I didn't take off running, since I wanted the others to be able to follow me, but I did walk at a brisk pace. I called up the orange vision – I need to get Lisa's help with a better name for that – so I didn't crash into anybody. As we moved I realized we were heading toward the drop-off point for people the helpers had rescued. My two exotic senses began to overlap, one orange silhouette glowing brighter than the rest. The girl was tiny, probably not older than twelve at the absolute most, and was huddled in on herself.
Once my target was within regular eyesight I turned off my senses so I could get a proper look at her. The little girl was disheveled and waterlogged, wearing a ragged princess dress that looked like it hadn't been changed in weeks. I slowed down to a gentle stride and knelt beside her. "Hi there," I said in my best mom-voice. "Are you alright?"
She shook her head with enough force I worried she might snap her neck, her entire body shuddering with a disturbing, arrhythmic quiver. "P-please, make it stop," the girl whimpered. "Hurts so bad, but I don't want any more candy..."
"Candy?" dad asked. "Is she hallucinating?"
"No," I snarled, the sound far more animalistic than I'd expected, "that's Merchant slang. Well, any dealer, I suppose. They give little kids 'candy' to get them addicted."
Piggot muscled her way to the front, an impressive feat considering she parted Grue and Cerberus without really trying. "Not to sound callous, but why is one little girl so... Oh." She leaned closer, studying the poor urchin's face. "This is Dinah Alcott, Mayor Christner's niece. She's been missing for months."
"Considering present company, I don't think it's a breach of conduct to tell you: she's a cape." Foresight stood at my side, offering me extra strength. My maternal instincts were going haywire as I looked at the poor little thing.
We all blinked and looked over at her. Imp was the one to voice the question. "You sure?"
"Reasonably. The way she grabs at her head every now and then: it's indicative of Thinker headache, but it's almost, no, scratch that – it is reflexive. Poor thing deals with a constant Thinker ache."
"I can hear you, y'know," little Dinah snarked. "He gave me the candy and it made the headaches hurt less, but I was his prisoner. I was gonna die down there."
Without a second thought, and really without a first thought, I scooped the girl into my arms. "Who did this to you?"
"Coil." She was in too much pain to summon malice into her voice, but she made a good effort nonetheless. "I...I killed him. It was the only way I'd be free."
"Well Dinah," Piggot smiled, "it just happens to be your lucky day. We have a Tinker here who can cure you of the addiction you're suffering, and he might just be able to stop your head from hurting on top of that."
Dinah sniffled. "You're...not gonna arrest me?"
Armsmaster, who'd been quiet in the back, spoke up now. "For killing the monster who kept you prisoner and force-fed you narcotics? No, we're not going to arrest you for doing the right thing."
Well, holy shit, he actually said something good. From what little of his face I could see, he appeared just as surprised.
"I'm sure your parents will be happy to know you're okay," my father offered.
Dinah shook her head violently, trying to tear herself from my arms. "No! They'll hate me! I've done bad things, helped Coil hurt people! I'm a monster!"
Well, wasn't that familiar?
A callused, long-fingered hand smoothed the hair away from her forehead. "My little girl said something very similar," dad cooed, "and she believed it. And you know what? I was just happy to have her back. The thing about family is that you love each other no matter what. Your mom and dad will be so happy to know you're alive and to have you safe at home again. So trust me, because I know what I'm talking about. Even if families make some mistakes – god knows I have – we always love each other at the end of the day."
Dinah forced herself to settle down. "I...okay."
"Nice job, Superdad," Regent snickered.
My father rolled his eyes. "I screwed up enough, so I guess this all is just balancing things out."
Grue shrugged. "Karma doesn't exactly work that way, but I'm not gonna complain."
I just blinked, sort of staring into space. My brain was still trying to process what had happened scant seconds before, while the memory section was beating me over the head with a folding chair for being such a dense imbecile.
Lisa had kissed me. Lisa, the beautiful blonde who always did her best to make me feel normal, who constantly flirted and made off-color jokes at my expense...yeah, the memory node was right. I was dense.
With that in mind, though, everything was put into a different context. The flirting, that I had previously dismissed as either teasing or a roundabout way of making me feel pretty again, was now legitimized. And that meant...
That means, my brain interjected, that Lisa's standing there nervously while I work this shit out. I forced myself out of the introspection and looked up into those shining, celery-green eyes. "I'm an idiot," I said, opting to be completely sincere and direct. At Lisa's confused, slightly hurt expression, I elaborated. "I never thought your...the flirting, I didn't think it was genuine. I thought you were just, well, taking care of Nilbogette. But now, well..."
I glanced at her lips for a moment before locking eyes again. Lisa gave a hesitant smile. The insect part of my brain, that I so often beat down, was screaming at me. This time, I listened. I leaned up from the hospital bed and met my lips to hers. Now, without the shock and confusion and revelation all clouding my senses, I got to feel it. It felt...right. There wasn't any sort of anticipation or expectation in the kiss; both of us accepted the other, flaws and lingering dangers included, and we weren't pushing for anything more. If it happened, it would, but there was no point in trying to hurry things.
Lisa's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before they closed, satisfied. Her arms slid up mine to drape over my shoulders. When the kiss finally broke, we stayed like that, my hands resting on her waist, foreheads touching, just feeling each other's presence. Yeah, I thought, this is right. One of my bugs showed me that dad was watching through the window, a soft smile on his face. He and Lisa must've discussed this at some point. Sly devils. I'd have to thank him later.
"So," I finally ended the comfortable silence, "how long have you..." I gestured between her and myself.
"I'm not exactly sure," she said, nudging me over and taking a comfortable seat on the bed. "At first it was to defuse a ticking time bomb." She booped my nose. "You were in a lot of pain and the authority figures weren't doing anything to help. With your powers, things could've gone very bad very fast. Then, it was because you were my friend and you're a lot of fun to tease. I..." She took a breath. "Before this," she imitated the gesture between me and her, "I'd resigned myself to being celibate. Like Imp, I have to focus to keep my power from constantly being on. And when things get hot and heavy...suffice it to say that a clinical readout of what the guy's gonna do next, a splitting Thinker headache, and a list of my partner's grossest kinks weren't exactly conducive to romance. After a couple tries I found that any sort of intimacy actually made me feel ill.
"But then, well, then I met you. Your changes are slowly making you immune to my power. But it's not just that, or I'd feel like a petty asshole. You're sweet, you're kind, you're loving and you want to protect those you care about. And you're hot, to top it all off. So, well," she tilted her head and gave me a playfully salacious look, "I'm interested in you. And from that smooch you gave me..."
"Yeah," I blushed, "I'm, ah, interested too." After worrying my bottom lip for a few seconds, I spoke up again, my voice louder than I'd expected it to be. "But I'm – ahem, 'scuse me – I'm new to, well, all this. I've never even been on a real date before. You were my second kiss, and the only one that actually meant something."
Lisa pulled me into a warm embrace. "It's okay, sweetie. You don't have to worry about being experienced or anything. This is new for me, too: I hadn't thought I'd fall for a girl. So we can just learn all this together."
I snuggled deeper into her grip. "That sounds good to me," I mumbled to her shoulder.
(BREAK)
Once we exited the clinic, dad in tow, we were met with a chorus of applause from the rest of the Undersiders. Foresight stiffened. "What? How did– Imp," she snarled.
Our resident pest laughed. "How could I resist spying? Such yummy blackmail material! But then I remembered you could probably stuff me with bugs and make me a meat puppet, so I decided to just share the good news."
"Take lots of photos!" Regent's smirk was evident in his voice. "And don't skimp on the PDA. I'm lucky enough to be friends with a hot lesbian couple and I'm not gonna let you squander it!"
With a slap to the back of Regent's head, Grue took a step forward. "In all honesty, ignoring the peanut gallery, we're all happy for you."
Cerberus just nodded. "Bout time," she grunted. Well, with her canine-esque instincts, I suppose she would've known before I did.
I looked back to my father, who just gave me that warm, knowing smile. I couldn't help but grin in return.
From the other end of the hallway, which was impressive distance for a non-directed shout, I heard a voice cry out. "Oh, you've got to be FUCKING kidding me!"
"Language, Clockblocker," Armsmaster barked immediately afterward.
My curiosity piqued, I ambled over to the noise. The rest of the group followed.
"No way, boss-man," Clock retorted. "When you see this, I think you'll agree swearing is needed." He held up his phone. "I was checking for updates when this popped up on PHO." The Ward clicked a link and increased the volume.
"Now Playing," an over-the-top Wrestlemania-style voiceover yelled, "on THIS SCREEN! For the first time ever, unmoderated, uncensored and uncut video of an ENDBRINGER BATTLE!" A second voice cut in, more subdued. "This is not for the squeamish, folks. People die. A lot of people die. But we scored a major victory today and the heroes and villains who gave their lives should be honored. Capes get a lot of shit, and you usually only see the shiny PR-friendly side of parahumans. Or the cartoonishly evil, 'pre-packaged for mass media' side of the villains." The Announcer, as I opted to call the first voice, returned louder than ever. "So log in to see the REAL face of cape fights! All the HITS, all the BREAKS, all the ENDBRINGER-SMASHING CARNAGE YOU CAN HANDLE!"
Everything was quiet for a moment. Armsmaster and Clockblocker shared a look. The hero nodded.
"You've got to be FUCKING kidding me," Clockblocker repeated.
"So what the shit is that?" Cerberus had approached Clockblocker while the ad played.
The Ward gave a little yelp, spinning to find her looking over his shoulder. "It's, ah, it's an ad."
"Somebody wants to make money off dead people?" She sounded pissed. I didn't blame her.
"My guess?" Armsmaster interjected, "Uber and Leet. They're the only ones in the area with the kind of technology needed for a recording like this, and they're the only ones amoral enough to want to profit from such a tragedy."
"The only ones amoral enough? That sounds like a major exaggeration." Dad strode toward the gathering crowd. If three – now four – people could be called a crowd.
"I meant from the previously defined group," Armsmaster groused, folding his arms over his chest. "Don't mistake me; Mannequin and Bonesaw are objectively more evil Tinkers, but they're not the sort to do this kind of showmanship. Plus, they have the Snitch."
I blinked. "Snitch? Like in Harry Potter?"
"It's what Uber named their autonomous camera," Foresight supplied. "Somehow the thing's practically invulnerable, and it never sticks around long enough for me to get a look at it. I can imagine them rigging it up to skulk around and record the fight."
Regent leaned against a nearby wall. "But what's the point? I mean, I'm pretty much the poster boy for 'For the Lulz', but these guys like to have an endgame in mind, don't they?"
Armsmaster tilted his head, listening to something in his helmet. "Mm-hm. Dragon made a good point: while this is distasteful in the extreme, it's not exactly something urgent in comparison. We have about a thousand more deserving causes that need our attention." He sighs. "We'll need to see about transferring in some new parahumans. In the wake of an Endbringer attack, we're pretty much guaranteed to see cretins coming in to set up shop. In the meantime–"
"In the meantime," Director Piggot stepped into the group, taking the conversation's reins, "our first priority is reconstruction. Even though this was a relatively short fight, Leviathan still did catastrophic damage to the city. We need every parahuman, hero and villain, who's willing to help. I'm in the process of drafting an order of temporary amnesty." She turned to look at me and Cerberus. "I know you've already done more than should ever be expected of people your age, but I have to ask for even more. Cerberus, would you be willing to let our K-9 handlers work with your dogs on a long-term basis? We could use their strength to help with rebuilding."
The bulky girl stuffed her hands into her pockets. "I'll think about it."
"That's all I can ask for at this point. And Skitter, can we count on your helpers?"
I nodded, probably with a bit too much vigor. "Of course. They're here to fix things and rescue people. They can help clear out rubble, and they should understand enough English to take basic orders. I'll...hold up," I took a step to the side, out of the group. I felt something. While it was probably a bad idea, something in the back of my mind was telling me to open my senses – the ones that detected emotion.
In a split-second I was awash in a sea of chaotic feelings. Elation and relief churned with loss and crushing despair. But something in there, something was important. I knew it, without really understanding how I knew, and focused harder.
There. A little girl, frightened and traumatized and wracked with overwhelming guilt. I didn't know why she was important, but I was learning to trust my instincts.
Grue's big hand rested on my shoulder and jerked me back to reality. "Skitter, you okay? You were a million miles away, there."
"Yeah. There's...there's something important, I'm sure of it. C'mon." Despite the urges I didn't take off running, since I wanted the others to be able to follow me, but I did walk at a brisk pace. I called up the orange vision – I need to get Lisa's help with a better name for that – so I didn't crash into anybody. As we moved I realized we were heading toward the drop-off point for people the helpers had rescued. My two exotic senses began to overlap, one orange silhouette glowing brighter than the rest. The girl was tiny, probably not older than twelve at the absolute most, and was huddled in on herself.
Once my target was within regular eyesight I turned off my senses so I could get a proper look at her. The little girl was disheveled and waterlogged, wearing a ragged princess dress that looked like it hadn't been changed in weeks. I slowed down to a gentle stride and knelt beside her. "Hi there," I said in my best mom-voice. "Are you alright?"
She shook her head with enough force I worried she might snap her neck, her entire body shuddering with a disturbing, arrhythmic quiver. "P-please, make it stop," the girl whimpered. "Hurts so bad, but I don't want any more candy..."
"Candy?" dad asked. "Is she hallucinating?"
"No," I snarled, the sound far more animalistic than I'd expected, "that's Merchant slang. Well, any dealer, I suppose. They give little kids 'candy' to get them addicted."
Piggot muscled her way to the front, an impressive feat considering she parted Grue and Cerberus without really trying. "Not to sound callous, but why is one little girl so... Oh." She leaned closer, studying the poor urchin's face. "This is Dinah Alcott, Mayor Christner's niece. She's been missing for months."
"Considering present company, I don't think it's a breach of conduct to tell you: she's a cape." Foresight stood at my side, offering me extra strength. My maternal instincts were going haywire as I looked at the poor little thing.
We all blinked and looked over at her. Imp was the one to voice the question. "You sure?"
"Reasonably. The way she grabs at her head every now and then: it's indicative of Thinker headache, but it's almost, no, scratch that – it is reflexive. Poor thing deals with a constant Thinker ache."
"I can hear you, y'know," little Dinah snarked. "He gave me the candy and it made the headaches hurt less, but I was his prisoner. I was gonna die down there."
Without a second thought, and really without a first thought, I scooped the girl into my arms. "Who did this to you?"
"Coil." She was in too much pain to summon malice into her voice, but she made a good effort nonetheless. "I...I killed him. It was the only way I'd be free."
"Well Dinah," Piggot smiled, "it just happens to be your lucky day. We have a Tinker here who can cure you of the addiction you're suffering, and he might just be able to stop your head from hurting on top of that."
Dinah sniffled. "You're...not gonna arrest me?"
Armsmaster, who'd been quiet in the back, spoke up now. "For killing the monster who kept you prisoner and force-fed you narcotics? No, we're not going to arrest you for doing the right thing."
Well, holy shit, he actually said something good. From what little of his face I could see, he appeared just as surprised.
"I'm sure your parents will be happy to know you're okay," my father offered.
Dinah shook her head violently, trying to tear herself from my arms. "No! They'll hate me! I've done bad things, helped Coil hurt people! I'm a monster!"
Well, wasn't that familiar?
A callused, long-fingered hand smoothed the hair away from her forehead. "My little girl said something very similar," dad cooed, "and she believed it. And you know what? I was just happy to have her back. The thing about family is that you love each other no matter what. Your mom and dad will be so happy to know you're alive and to have you safe at home again. So trust me, because I know what I'm talking about. Even if families make some mistakes – god knows I have – we always love each other at the end of the day."
Dinah forced herself to settle down. "I...okay."
"Nice job, Superdad," Regent snickered.
My father rolled his eyes. "I screwed up enough, so I guess this all is just balancing things out."
Grue shrugged. "Karma doesn't exactly work that way, but I'm not gonna complain."