Chapter XI
"So how do you feel about your father?" the man sitting at the feet of the lounge couch asked Taylor.
"Horrible. He almost died and he's in a coma. We haven't been close recently, but we were making progress. Talking and being a family again." The curly haired girl looked totally broken.
"Who do you blame for what happened?" Dr. Jharrs asked as he rubbed her jaw through his short beard.
"The girls that bullied me. Shatterbird. Myself. I should have been better. I should have stopped-" She clamped her jaw shut.
"Stopped who? Miss Taylor, you know I'm cleared to know about your parahuman identity. I can't help you-"
"Sophia. I should have stopped her bullying a long time. Now, after I've become a... stronger person, I should have caught them in the act. So much would have changed. I should have been better, been able to stop the Slaughterhouse Nine. Because I couldn't, my dad could have died." Self-loathing filled her voice, even as she tried to not react to his... power? His shard of parahuman power. He was probably a thinker, able to deduce more from what she said than a regular psychiatrist.
"From what I understand, you might have managed to take out several of them yourself, an amazing accomplishment for a young sixteen year old girl. Which reminds me, what have you done as a normal teen lately?"
"Not a lot of time, but I've been hanging with the Wards. And my old friends. Brian and I, well we might be getting serious about going out on a date. If there's any place to go out on a date to," she muttered.
"Brockton Bay is rebuilding day by day. In a few years, you won't even know that we had been attacked other than that monument to the destruction of Leviathan." He scribbled something down as she groaned.
"I don't want to even think about that. I've got a fifteen foot tall bronze tall statue as one of the big victors on that... thing. I think Bi- Rachel wants to tear it down."
"Yes, I heard about your interview with Teen Magazine. It did not go too well, did it?" the therapist asked.
"They were asking really personal question. They don't need to know my three measurements or who I am dating." She was not a teen idol!
That got a chuckle out of the man. "Not that I've had that problem, but you are local superstars. But that's not really why you did not like the question, is it?"
"I don't have a body image issue," she replied in complaint.
"Taylor, almost every girl has some issues with her body. You're only fifteen. You should focus on what you do have and let some of your friends try to pretty yourself up. I think it would help you actually go on that date you want."
The teens face was quite flat as she considered it. "But I'm so plain."
"I'm going to have to have you go on a field trip to New York, I see," Jharrs said. "No, I'll clear it with you and a few of the other female Wards."
"Huh?" Taylors brown eyes were blinking in surprise.
"You aren't the only one with some issues, Miss Hebert."
"Oh, okay."
Dr. Jharrs stroked his beard for a moment. "This might be a question that might anger you, but I think I need to hear the answer."
"What?" Taylor asked slowly.
"Who do you blame for not stopping the girl's bullying?" he asked as he continued write.
The teen felt her stomach sink at that. "The principal. My teachers. The police."
"Any other authority figures that should have helped or seen the problem?"
She glared at him. "That's dirty pool."
Jharrs just continued to write, only looking over occasionally to take in her expression.
"-my dad, too-" She swallowed heavily. "He should have noticed. He should have done something. A-and he's..."
"In the hospital. It's actually very normal that you have some anger for him for that. He's your father, the one that always protected you. Except when he didn't because of work, grief or just not being very socially adapted himself. In fact, Taylor, being upset with him is a good thing."
"What are you talking about?" Taylor had a very suspicious look on her face.
"Because if you know who and why you are angry at someone, you can come to terms. Which is not the same as forgive or forget, but does allow you to decide what to do with it. And I think while you are angry at your father, you know that he did not mean to do it on purpose."
"Oh. I- need to think on this a bit." Taylor had lower her chin down to her collar bone, hiding her face behind some of her curly hair. She needed to talk to her dad, even if he couldn't hear. To lay out why she was so upset.
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"Tactics, are you finally sane?" a voice reverberated through her glowing cell.
"That might be debatable, but I'm no longer driven to mete out horrible... justice right this moment." She looked around. Her memories of the last few days were there, but did not make a lot of sense. "I didn't know you had forcefields that strong."
"It's uses the power we would normally shunt to the external shields," the man's voice said. "We're cutting the forcefield now."
The glow disappeared and the metal door she was leaning against slid up. She sat up and looked around a bit harder. She had her sword Hadecleus and Athena's Wit in their shadow space and a hospital gown and underwear. The big bruiser in front of her held out large manacle.
"Sorry kid, rules. Even if you might be able to break out of them," the amazon in biking tights and a half mask said.
Sheila shrugged. "I can understand it, PowerTen. I lost it pretty badly."
"Do you regret killing Coil?" she asked.
"No, but that's because he's been trying to kill me for months. He just got much closer using the Slaughterhouse Nine than his other attempts." Her eyes were checking the room that was full of brutes. And Legend, of course.
"Killing someone is a very serious problem, Tactics," Legend said as he glared down at her.
"I was pushed very far to get to that point, Legend. I just captured him and made sure he was arrested. His response was to give me to the Bonesaw so she could skin and vivisect me while threatening to kill and mutilate my friend." Sheila stopped a moment. "I'm not actually sure how I survived."
"You didn't take any of them out?" the leader of the New York Protectorate asked, sounding surprised.
"No, they were very well prepared to take me on. Immune to lightning and they grabbed Skitter as hostage and I was stuck." Her eyes narrowed in worry. "Everyone else got out?"
"Skitter was injured but everyone else but one of the dogs got out. I understand Hellhound was devastated," the blue garbed leader explained.
She nodded her head. Injured she could fix. She looked around carefully. "What now?"
"Well, you are in big trouble. Whatever state of mind you were in set all of our precognitives and thinkers into a state of panic. But not now, Predicament?" he asked one of the masked capes.
"Only a twinge I get when you or other A-class parahumans are around," he said with a grin. "Us lowly mortals will just have to deal."
That got a wan smile that disappeared very quickly from the young demigoddess.
"So now you are going to be asked some very pointed questions by the leadership of the PRT. Let's get you into some clothing and to the meeting," Legend said.
She blinked as she considered the matter. "It probably would give a better impression, wouldn't it?"
One humiliating change latter, she was allowed to finish washing up her face. Then she was marched down the hall to a large conference room with men and women in business seats. Chief Director Rebecca Costa-Brown was at one end. Eidolon was on her right hand, while the rest were middle-aged men and women of various ethnicities, leaning towards male caucasians.
"Miss Henderson, do you understand why you are here?" the chief director asked.
"I had what would be simply considered a psychotic episode after being skinned alive where I killed a man. A man that one of the people present at the attack said had helped in that attack," Sheila laid out simply.
"Could be considered?" one director asked curiously. His work badge said Heathrow.
"The more complicated answer might take awhile to diagnose and convey correctly," she replied while keeping her eyes down slightly.
"The more important question is could this happen again?" Costa-Brown demanded.
"It is unlikely to recur, but it is not impossible." She fidgeted a little bit.
"Why did... No, do you think murdering him was acceptable?" Heathrow asked intently.
"I considered him an extreme existential threat. He was able to play the long odds, takes extra risks without worry. He would have figured out some way to kill me, so yes I do think he had to die. In fact, I consider it self-defense."
All of the directors were staring at her as if she were nuts.
Director Piggot drummed her hands on the desk for a second. "Do you consider killing a moral action?"
"Normally no, as it is rather final. I do consider that there are times where I will be forced to kill, just like any police officer or soldier may have to do," she explained, fidgeting again.
"Do you consider yourself a soldier or a hero?" Director Armstrong asked bluntly.
"I was raised and trained to be a soldier, sir."
"Raised?" the chief director asked.
"Yes, raised by my foster parents at the express wish of my adoptive mother following a strict set of rules and guidelines. Almost everything I was exposed to was training related and praise given only when I pushed myself to succeed. I graduated high school academics at nine and a half years of age and was set to graduate from the University of Berkeley at the age of eleven and a half. And gained my superhuman powers at that same age." Her voice was flat and without inflection as she struggled to control her emotions. She had been ignoring that almost everyone else had normal childhoods. That her foster-brother got toys and game systems, friends and birthdays.
She got nearly killed by the Slaughterhouse Nine on her birthday.
Everyone was staring at her intently. One of the directors coughed to break the silence.
The chief director stared at her datapad where it had a note from Gallant that had stuck out. "What was the last birthday present you ever received?"
All of the other directors were giving her an odd look.
Sheila was staring ahead at nothing in particular. "I never did." In fact, her parent must have gone out of their way to ignore it, now that she thought about it and checked her memory of each birthday.
Wilkins sighed. "Just because you don't remember doesn't mean that did not get anything. That would be ridiculous."
The young girl frowned as she started to think back, mentally going back days. "No. Not once. They even made sure sure I did not even get my favorite baby food on that day." That was... more than disdain, she morosely thought to herself. That was hate, carefully masked.
Edilon narrowed his eyes behind his mask. He was using his powers in a fairly novel way for him, trying to get a read on her. While he definitely could not do telepathy (no one could, of course), empathy and reading body language could fill in many gaps. He had even reached out for something similar like that high powered intuition thinker in the Wards. She was not lying. Which was insane. Who would treat a child like that?
Rebecca Costa-Brown was thinking something quite similar as her ability to read body language was getting more than most people would ever believe. "I believe we need a competence evaluation before we proceed trial."
Sheila tilted her head slightly to the left. "Juvenile court and charges of premeditated murder?"
"You don't sound particularly upset," Piggot said slowly. Or surprised.
"That would be the obvious charges. I'll have to bone up on the New York laws that are relevant." Sheila's mind was split, focused on examining her memory of every birthday she had. The thesis paper she worked on when eleven for college, the college preparatory work the year before, the years of intense schooling, even back to the one year old thoughts as she was 'played with' as games of dexterity with regimented languages being spoken to her at different parts of the day.
Her fists creaked as she remembered Lisa Meyes Henderson smiling radiantly as she held her heavily pregnant belly, then the blank, cold eyes when her crying brought her attention. Even the sounds and blurry sights of her actual 'birth day' were useless as her emotions roiled. The buzz-zap of a defilibrator was pretty distinctive even to developing earth. Her crying was mostly ignored as she was set in a baby crib.
The young demigoddess was half-listening to the directors argue about her fate. Really it seemed to be more of how they were going to use her against the Endbringers. The greater part was deciphering memories from a barely forming mind when she remembered something for the first time in thirteen years.
"Sad little sister, orphaned, unwanted and more on her birthday," a woman said.
Hera's voice was distinctive when she spoke. "She's but another byblow of my husband. Why have you bothered me this day, Paellas Athena? You are not one to waste my time, one virtue you have that I can actually tolerate."
"You know the foretellings. Odin runs from one solution to another, blindly seeking to stave off his death in the last days. The Loa speak in hushed whispers of bitter, dead currents that are growing stronger in their seas. The Azlanti worry that they have failed to keep the Sun burning, that there are not enough sacrifices. The Amatsukami prepare for war even as they look in shadow. Apollo just looks away when you ask about the future." Athena's voice was clear, cutting and demanding as the weight of the world.
"Another brat. You are late to the party. This one will be lucky to be fully grown before the rivers overrun their banks. But Zeus has agreed and I, for once, do not have time to harry her to the far ends of Earth, the Underworld and the Overworld. So let Zeus give this one to you to do as you wish." Hera's laugh was cruel. "After all, you are not the motherly sort. So she will be tortured for you plans, creator of spinning spiders. The ritual is done already, as Zeus was quite happy to be rid of her. I just wished to see your little brat at least once, so accepted your invitation."
The door closed with a soft thud, leaving the quiet, disgruntled baby wriggling to look at dim blurs. The buzzing of a fly was loud in Hera's absence.
And then a finger touched the baby's forehead.
"A blessing on thy birthday my youngest daughter, the gift of being a perfectly healthy baby, not the simple and boring girl you were destined to be," Athena spoke with disdain.
A new voice then intruded then. "That is all you wanted to do? This was a waste of time," the older sounding woman.
"Of course not. I shall reshape her flesh in the pitiful, poor imitation of perfection," Athena said with a hint of humor. "She will be the perfect weapon, unknowing and directed by my invisible hand at all of mine enemies, mother."
The baby that was Sheila started crying as she dimly felt something so far beyond her experience pushed upon her. The weight of Legend and Destiny was unbearable as her flesh wriggled, down even to the genetic level.
"She is still one of his," the woman said. "Will she help in Zeus's destruction?"
"I am, as well, mother. As is my elder twin Kadmus. It is only a matter of years before we can be the ones to spirit him away in mystery from the day we all sprang from Zeus's head. The lost and banned powers temporal will be ours, to set up a thousand thousand more steps for the upcoming war. We have been patient for thousands of years. What is a few hundred more if our plans become perfection itself?"
"We should not speak where the winds might hear. Finish with your... daughter."
"Of course, mother. Buzz about my ear so that I may always be filled with thy wisdom."
Sheila's face was flat as the director's finished their debate.
"I'll have Eidolon escort her to Juvenile Detention," Chief Director Costa-Brown informed the other directors. "Thank you for taking time to travel here."
The suit-wearing administrators straggled out. Piggot was the last one, giving Sheila an inscrutable look.
"Chief Director? So I'm to be a public example?" the young girl asked morbid curiously.
"The manner of how you murdered Calvert has forced that action to a degree, yes," the superheroine said.
"Ah," Sheila replied. She had definitely better prepare her own defense, as she did not think that her public defender would be terribly competent. Blue-green eyes turned to meet the masked cape at her side. "I do apologize for the cheap shot, Eidolon. I was-" She wasn't sure how to explain the almost insane drive to punish Coil for all his attacks upon her.
"That wasn't the first time. You aren't the only one to notice that for a few seconds that I'm almost perfectly normal when I start to gather my next three powers. If you don't mind me asking, what is causing you so much distress?"
The unmasked form of Alexandria actually blinked and then stared at her oldest compatriot. This was not like him at all.
"I just remembered something that proves my entire life as I understood it is a lie."
And that was all she would say on that manner.
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Taylor Hebert sat next to her dad, holding his hand. The beeping and the soft sound of his breathing was horrible to her. At least he did not have any cuts, but according to his doctor Danny Hebert may have some brain damage or never wake up from his extreme blood loss.
"Hi, dad. I've been seeing a shrink because of all of the stuff that's been going down. Brockton Bay's a mess, though the Slaughterhouse has been mostly quiet since the big ambush. I think the only thing I heard was that Crawler ran into the Empire Eighty-Eight. He and Nightmare had this massive battle in a dark warehouse filled with smoke grenades. Supposedly both of them came out of that pretty hammered. If I ever see any of them again, it will be too soon." Talking to him seemed so dumb. But she did feel a little better.
"I... had a second trigger," Taylor said as she made sure there was no one near to hear. The nurses were all clustered at their workstations doing paperwork. "That's its own mess, but I'm trying to cope as best as possible. Panacea put me back together. Mostly. I think she might have overdone something, as all of my bras are a bit snug. Not that it really helped. Probably just my wishful thinking." Taylor couldn't believe she had said that out loud, even if her father was unconscious. She was obviously more off kilter than she had originally thought.
She sat there for another minute, looking out the dark window beyond his bed. "But I'm starting to get better. Dinah and Sarah (that's Lisa's real name. You remember Lisa from that one time she visited, right?) have both been really supportive. I think Dinah is starting to be afraid of me though. I'm not sure why."
"I'm really here to say I'm sorry. No matter what the doctor said that its not my fault, if I'd been a better hero, we could have stopped them somehow. Kept them from hurting you..."
He was gripping her hand tighter. Taylor looked up to check his eyes. They were ever so slightly open. "Dad?"
"-taylor-?" he managed to say, sounding very raspy.
"Let me get you a drink of water." The teen nearly fumbled the paper cup but managed to get it half full of water and then get back to helping her father drink. "Dad? I thought I had lost you." She was crying, she realized. And she didn't care.
"What happened?" he asked.
Taylor spent the next half an hour going over what had happened; that the Slaughterhouse Nine, Tactics rampage that ended up in New York City.
"Coil did that? Sheila seemed like such a serious young girl. And she's now in prison for killing him. Sheesh. I feel really good for being all cut up. How long am I going to be out?" Danny was already thinking furiously on all he needed to do.
"Panacea patched you up as a favor, but she can't fix head wounds." Which, Taylor thought, was an odd limitation considering what she could do. Didn't she regrow that guys arm back? She'd have to check later.
"Where am I?"
"PRT medical bay. They moved you here yesterday. I can't introduce you to the wards, but we can probably check out and go fix things at home," she said hopefully. "Only if you feel up to it, of course."
Danny just laughed. "Yes, I do actually feel up to it."
It still took about a half an hour to get him cleared and then dressed. One of the PRT officers who was going off duty offered to give them a lift home. They were entering the underground (and quite secure) parking lot when a voice called out from behind them as the second elevator opened.
"Taylor! Wait up!" Sarah called out as she pulled on a jacket. "Mr. Hebert! Good to see you up and about."
"Um, Sarah?" Taylor asked as she blinked at the other girl as she slid into the back of the PRT unmarked cruiser.
"What? You've been sort of avoiding me for the last day. And I want to talk to a girl my age that isn't a jerk like Shadow Stalker or is one of the terrible tweenies that keep wanting to talk boys and teen idols." The blonde pixie girl shuddered.
That got a laugh out of Danny. "Sounds like you and Emma at eleven. Before she went and started to be a bully." The last bit was voiced a bit bitter.
Taylor just looked down at her knees as she sat in the back seat. "Yeah."
"She's just a bit brainwashed. Cult of personality and all. Stockholm syndrome. Huh." Sarah was obviously using her power. She leaned over to Taylor to whisper. "Sophia has a power that affected her."
Taylor blinked, looking horrified. Then her face turned grim and she started to get angry.
Sarah gave her hand a quick squeeze. "Not mind control, more like pushed."
That deepened Taylor's frown as the city slowly passed by outside. The PRT officer dropped them off in front of their house after unloading some emergency supplies. Sarah shaded her eyes to look at someone sitting on the porch.
"John? What are you doing?" Danny asked.
"Watching your place, Danny. Can't let the kooks rob your house. You're the guy making sure my 401K is making money. Well, was. Dockworkers have more work coming up. Some big cargo ships of emergency supplies from New York and Boston. I just heard that most ocean shipping companies stock jump thirty-five points on Leviathan's death. Going to be more work all the way up and down the coast. Micky has this idea to make a deep water dock so cruise ships can dock so as they can visit the victory memorial. Can you imagine Brockton Bay being a tourist place?"
"No," Danny said truthfully. "Any problems?"
"Nah, some of those Empire Eighty-Eight goons came by and scared off the unpowered looters and Merchant gang members. That little girl on their team seemed to enjoy saving some people. Funky. She was beating them with sticks she could control with her mind."
Taylor and Sarah had slipped inside and started to pick up glass.
Danny came in about five minutes later. "Appreciate you coming and helping. Taylor needs more friends." He picked up the broom from his daughter to start picking up shards from under the windows.
"I'm trying. Your daughter is one of the best people I've met. Hell, she even convinced me to try to go straight," Sarah said as she used a battered little handbrush to push glass into a dustpan.
"I thought you might have been one of her Undersider friends. Wasn't sure. I don't supposed either of you are gifted in telekinesis to clean this up?" Danny asked curiously.
"She's a Thinker sort, so no real physical stuff. I can help, if you aren't too freaked out about bugs. Just have to make sure that no one outside notices." So that limited it to just the bugs in the house.
Just under a thousand bugs came out and started to tirelessly drag individual shards out of the room like another six people, all the while as Taylor continued to work. In a remarkably short time, they were starting to hang up boards and get a list of what was broken and needing replacement. And throwing out the ruined food.
"Well, the grill out back should work and we still have gas. How about we heat up some food on it and maybe play a boardgame?" Danny suggested.
"Something random. Like Snakes and Ladders," Taylor said instantly.
"Hey, no fair!"
"Totally fair," she shot back to her friend.
They played until it was too dark, then Taylor took her friend up to her room. "I haven't had a sleepover in ages," Taylor said to herself absently.
"Ha! Now I have you all to myself so I can have my evil way with you. Though I think that's Brian that wants that," Sarah said while sticking out her tongue. "I just wanted to corner you to get the truth of your upgraded power. It's been killing me to not mention it, because its obvious you wanted to keep it a secret."
"I don't want to say," she replied stubbornly.
"Come on, it can't be- It is that big. Shit, you can control humans now, can't you? That is huge. If you could actually use that-"
"Sarah, no. If someone like Piggy-" Taylor slapped her forehead for a second. "Damn it, Dean. Now he has me doing it. If someone like Piggot or worse finds out, they are going to think the Bird Cage or a kill order should be used to make sure I don't go Rogue or something."
"Nah, way too valuable. I mean, you could be a one girl anti-riot heroine!"
"No!"
"Why not? It's just your power-" Sarah's voice cut off.
"Because it's scary. It scares me and now it's probably scaring you. Quit pushing!" Taylor snapped out. She released control of Sarah's voice and mouth.
"Okay, that is scary as fuck. Why are you still holding on to me?" Real fear was in her voice.
"Since you did push, I'm going to try something I haven't quite figured out. I can feel people with powers now, I think. And I get the feeling I can.. fix them? Adjust them? So I'm going to try and make your headaches go away," Taylor said. "There, done."
Sarah was now blinking. "Oh, um. Thanks. Apology accepted." She wasn't going to get headaches any more?
"Um, I was thinking about apologizing. I've been stressed and everything, but I shouldn't have done that to you. Are you a telepath now?" That was really not what she was trying to do.
"No, but I... think I would hear what you would say, if I didn't respond. Oh, that's weird. Cool, but weird. Funky power upgrade. Oh, and it was attached to the control to give headaches, because if I'm always hearing people talking to me, I'd be getting headaches constantly," Sarah said as she stretched her power a bit. It seemed to be working slightly different. She blinked as she suddenly realized something. "You know, this power and your controlling anything with a nervous system is scary huge."
Taylor nodded. "And they'd want me to use it. And other people would probably try to kill me-"
"You might be able to fix the Case 53s." Sarah whistled at that. "This is gigantic."
"And if I use it, my dad and you guys get in trouble. Or are used as levers or hostages. Who would think I would want to just have my bug control powers," Taylor said with a grumble of dissatisfaction.
"Ah, but I have a cunning plan. No, really. It's a good one. We'll tell everyone you can only freeze up larger creatures. Just say you've been playing with it and figured it out. That way you aren't really lying, because you can totally freeze someone up. And then we start to upgrade on the sly."
Taylor was really not sure on this.
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Sheila sat behind the her table, listening carefully to the judge as the prosecution laid out the case. She was scribbling information down slowly and half in distraction. There was actually a fairly full courtroom, even though it had not been publicized. Over half of the Wards were sitting together, all costumed and listening closely.
The reporter and sketch artist was starting to think that this was bigger than he was expecting. Of course, the four PRT heavy troopers and the shock collar around a young girl sort of indicated that.
The charges of First Degree Murder were more than he was expecting.
"How do you plead?" the judge asked directly after the list of charges.
"My client would like to plead not guilty due to temporary insanity," her defense lawyer said. It was a silly plea that anyone would see through.
"I would like to question the accused on the witness stand," the prosecution stated.
The defense lawyer stood up, only to stop as Sheila's hand was on his arm.
"I'm alright with being cross-examined, so I'll waive my rights of self-incrimination," she said.
"My client agrees." Insane. And not the sort that would get her off the hook.
The prosecution actually blinked at that. "Well, I guess we can preliminary cross-examination."
The Wards were all sharing confused looks as she was sworn in.
Tattletale, on the other hand, was not looking happy at all. "This is bad."
"How is letting her talk bad?" Skitter asked.
"She suicidal. She doesn't really care about winning the case," was the tense reply.
"So noted. I have been apprised that the man you killed was an escaped parahuman that had attempted to kill you multiple times. How did you come to this conclusion?" the prosecution asked.
"I can point directly to at least twice where he was involved with attempts on my life. Once where he paid a teleporter villain to keep one of his men alive at my expense and the statement from the Slaughterhouse Nine situation where he provided information on me and my friends to be used against us. Par for Coil's case. He was the one that turned in all of Empire Eighty-Eight's identities. I can surmise that he tried other times, but they only happened in his alternate time which he erased after trying." She closed her eyes, trying to think back. "He was incredibly cautious for his first time, attempting to make sure it was plausible. I think he might have tested the waters by trying to kill me in his base after the Travellers moved in. That could have led into a possible fight against Noelle."
"That's just supposition. No proof was ever discovered of his power or that it even did anything," the prosecution said confidently.
"I could detect his quantum shift when he would split his choice. Not nearly as 'temporally' as loud as Clockblocker's time freeze. And he did not even need that to just tell the Slaughterhouse Nine my powers and my... weaknesses." Her eyes were looking at the railing in front of her as if it were the most important thing.
The prosecutor did not know how to respond to that. "Can you attempt to explain your mental state during this period?"
"When I became frantic and unable to do anything, because Crawler was going to melt Skitter's face off? That I was willing to let Bonesaw carve me up just so she would not hurt? I was frustrated, railing against the injustice that were going to get away because I was too weak. That no one would be able to stop them. They would not even know that Coil was still a threat."
"The psychologist has given a preliminary statement that you appear to be competent as an adult. How do you feel about your actions now after your episode of supposed insanity?" the prosecution.
"I would still find that Coil was an extreme threat to my safety, but I don't think killing him is justified. He could be contained if was moved far enough away from his infiltration and supporters. I don't find that killing people is a good thing. I try to not even hurt or maim people normally, even going out of my way to heal those I have hurt accidentally." She scrunched up her nose. Crunching bones accidently was kind of gross. "I have to be careful all the time. The world really is made of brittle styrofoam."
"Do you consider yourself a moral person?" the prosecutor asked.
"Most of the time. It was a bit... no, it was a big mistake on infiltrating the Undersiders and trying to discover Coil's plans. I mean, we stopped him from trying to take over the city. I'm glad we were able save the girl he kidnapped. That's when I felt it had gone too far. He was starting to become a little less subtle, setting me up to fight the Empire Eighty-Eight and get captured by the Protectorate."
"So you think you are trying to do good, that you just made some bad decisions?" the prosecution asked, setting up the line of questioning.
"She's nauseatingly good, actually. I mean what sort of villain heals the bones of the people that she fights or makes sure that she only knocks people out with the minimum force?" Tattletale catcalled from the crowd. "But I'm more worried that she's just about suicidal for some reason."
"I'm not. Not really," Sheila protested quietly to no one but herself. Unwanted daughter. Just a weapon. Murderer.
Skitter was surprised at Tattletale's intercession. "What's going on?"
"She's getting worse. And these guy's are trying to control her, so they can point her at the next Endbringer." Tattletale stood up. "You know, she's going to fight the Endbringers if you let her. She wants to fight them. But if you keep this up, she's going to fight them stupid just so she doesn't have to live."
"Shit," Clockblocker said worriedly as he realized Tattletale wasn't just acting out.
"There is a 55 % chance that she is killed before doing anything of significance against the next Endbringer in her current state of mind," Cassandra said. She was wearing the standard 'hero' uniform that the PRT provided with a large cape. She was glaring at the judge, even though her head was pounding.
The defense's lawyer stood up, his forehead glistening with beads of sweat. "Your honor, I think that we should remand my client into the services of a psychiatrist or psychologist. I am not sure that the PRT could mount a credible suicide watch."
Tattletale had a mean smile on her face. "Aw, did you nearly break your weapon?" She said softly to herself, so only Skitter and Vista could hear. "She's a person, you fucks."
"What got you so angry?" Vista whispered.
"I don't want to talk about it right now," the older girl said in a very grim tone.
Skitter shook her head at Vista. "Stay here," she said as the court adjourned. She held up her hands to the PRT officers that were getting ready to take her out. This was going outside her comfort zone. "Everything is going to get better." She gave Sheila a quick hug.
"Can't get much worse." The young demigoddess stared at the ground for a long minute. "I need to ask Tattletale and Cassandra questions. To find out if I'm supposed to be fighting the Titans or overthrowing the gods."
"I'll see what we can do," Skitter promised. Overthrowing the gods?
The door opened with a heavy thud as Director Wilkins entered the courtroom at a fast walk. "Tattletale. My office. Right now. John, talk to the reporter and explain that we need some discretion."
Skitter followed Tattletale over even as Wilkins was glaring at her. "I think I need to be in this."
"She's got perspective that you don't have. And... we need her there to keep us civil," Tattletale said, her eyes almost glittering.
"Fine."
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The trip across town to PRT's headquarters in the heart of Manhattan was tense and quiet. New York traffic was actually pretty light. A grim reminder of the uncertainty was the occasional burnt out building against the skyline.
At the gate into the underground parking garage, a modest alarm buzzed to the PRT trooper.
"Have anything extra in the car?" he asked Wilkins.
"Dammit, Imp," Tattletale said as she thumped her forehead into the headrest in front of her.
"Shit," the stealth specialist said as she appeared in the passenger side of the front seat of the sedan. "Busted."
"Lacy, please get her an escort back to her transport flight on its way to Brockton Bay." After Imp was out of the car and whisked away, Wilkins just shook his head. "Kids. They are going to be the death of me."
Skitter noted that this PRT headquarters was less tourist trap and more worn. Security was tighter and she had to do her own retina scan before the three of them were able to take a concealed elevator up to an executive floor, then to a room with large windows (with very thick glass, Skitter noticed).
"Talk. Give me a reason not to come down like the wrath of god on your pointy little head," Wilkins said in a perfectly flat voice.
"Because of the screwups with people meddling with that court, you were about to drive her to suicide. I'm not sure what's going on, but she doesn't care right now. Skitter?" Tattletale asked curiously.
"I'm not sure. She was wanting to ask you and Cassandra. She was talking about fighting the Titans... or the Gods," Skitter said as she pulled down her mask. The new lenses were pushing on her cheeks. Something that she would have to adjust.
"Oh, right. Delusional," Wilkins said dismissively.
"You know, I kept ignoring my power because it was telling me impossible things. She's not from our Earth. And on her world, it's all mythical based. Giants, demigods and the ancient pantheons of the gods. Fighting humans with powers? That's actually new to her. So she held back and didn't kill all of her enemies like she would in her reality," Sarah said as she popped off her mask.
"So her delusion is contagious? Wonderful," the director of NY's PRT said aloud.
"She doesn't have that brain thing. Oh, the Corona Potentia. At all. And her powers are weird. You might not want to dismiss it as impossible. After all, thirty years ago, a flying gold man was impossible too."
Wilkins stared at her for a long time. "You have an uncomfortable point. I'll put it to our thinkers on the team and out as a general question. I would rather not find that out it is true... as her world comes looking for her."
"That would be very bad." Tattletale shivered at that idea, but something about the situation didn't seem right for that to happen. Wouldn't she be missed? Her power was saying no for some reason.
"Now I want to know why you accused us of interfering with that court? That's a very serious charge," Wilkins said as he leaned to put his elbows on his mirror-polished black desk.
"Because at least three PRT directors have given the judge, prosecutor and defense lawyer instructions that were just confusing enough that you would have caused Sheila to finish self-destructing. And I mean 'suicide by cop' type death here." Sarah was now glaring at him very angrily.
Taylor was glaring right along with her. "We aren't weapons, to be toyed with just because we have powers."
"Please, both of you were 'villains' just getting your kicks by lording it over the normal people," the director stated, having to stifle his urge to sneer at them.
"Actually, I was just a runaway and got pressured into it, she joined to try and find out about the Undersiders as a self appointed infiltration attempt-"
"-which was incredibly stupid of me," Taylor interjected with a sigh.
"And I knew almost instantly while Sheila joined to keep Taylor out of trouble. Which actually would have worked. It would have taken a lot of work for all of us to take her out," Sara admitted ruefully as she leaned back in the comfortable leather seat.
"And the bank robbery?" he asked curiously.
"We were finally going to find out who was behind the Undersiders if we did it. Which everyone but Sarah here was interested in. Tried to just scare people so they didn't get hurt. Then the Wards showed up and big fight," Taylor said. She then sighed, because that almost didn't work right at all.
"Okay, there is more to your stories than I thought." Wilkins drummed his hand on his desk. He gave them a rueful smile. "Doesn't make what you did any less stupid. But its not malicious stupidity." The twin glares were cute, he thought to himself. Dumb kids.
"I don't know who else gave them marching orders, but your order to get at least a minor conviction along with the order to hit her with as serious as charges as possible with the defense to 'play dumb' was just a recipe for disaster. Just for your information, it wouldn't have been much of a lever. If she wanted to, she could disappear pretty easily into the population and you would never find her," Tattletale rattled off.
"Actually, I gave the orders for the defense to play a bit dumb," Wilkins said in a cool tone.
"Oh, it was Piggot that pushed for a conviction, no plea bargain," she then said with a happy smile.
Wilkins groaned internally. That would have screwed up things. "Okay, there might be a problem there. I'll talk to my guys doing the investigation on Coil and his death. She may have a point on her self-defense and pushed to the breaking point by her... torture. You two, get out of here. Your flight back to Brockton Bay is leaving soon."
Both girls stood up and started to head to the door.
"Masks!" Wilkins barked out.
That caused the to both jump and pull on their masks as instantly.
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Sheila was never so glad to finally be taken out of her cell for visitors. Doing middle school home work both simple and incredibly boring, but they would not believe she could pass college work. Wilkins was being an ass about that.
"Cassandra! Tattletale!" Sheila said as she perked up at the sight of familiar, friendly faces. Well, masks.
"Skitter wanted to come, too, but she's here in spirit," Tattletale said in slight emphasis.
Sheila looked confused at that. "Sorry for the hassle."
The younger 'mask' nodded her head. "There is a 55 % chance that you are significantly less suicidal." She winced at that.
"I should let you- No, that would be a sucky thing to do to a friend," Sheila said even as she healed the girl with a small squint.
"I like it when you do that. No touching," the younger girl said. "Even better when you do your thing where I don't get a headache for a while."
That got a small laugh as the young demigoddess infused Cassandra's body with healing energy. She blinked as she looked over at Tattletale. "No headache?"
"What? I couldn't have overused my talent for one day?" Tattletale said glibly.
"Which was not actually saying you did not overuse it," Sheila noted.
"I've got it under control," the older girl said firmly. "So what question do you have?"
"Is Athena planning on betraying Olympus?" the young demigoddess asked bluntly.
"Wow, my power is having to stretch hard. And its saying that the question isn't... correct or specific enough?" That was worth like three questions Cassandra thought to herself. Ow.
"I need more context. As for why you think she would be wanting to betray her father and family. Isn't she like the one Zeus dotes on and let's play with lightning bolts?" Tattletale asked while tilting her head to study the girl on the far side of the bullet proof glass.
"I overheard Athena talking to Metis about a plan they set in motion from the moment they, and Athena's twin brother, escaped from inside Zeus's head."
Tattletale's face paled, even as Cassandra looked confused.
"Twin? Not a joke, right?" Tattletale asked. "How reliable is the witness?"
"I heard it myself as a newborn. Metis was buzzing around Athena." Sheila nodded to herself. "I thought that suspicious in Olympus in Zeus's throne room that one time we visited."
"Anything else?" Tattletale said as she processed what she was learning, actually feeling the strain as her power worked hard, but still not pain.
"Just that they were going to travel back to the moment that Athena sprung out of Zeus's head to snatch her twin away to safety," Sheila explained while looking between the two.
"Time travel? Oh... shit."
Sheila frowned. "What? Athena figured out a way to scientifically travel back into the time near prehistory, when time was stabilizing so she could steal the ichor of a titan tied to the power of Time bound in Tartarus. Janeka, Dolph and I had been working on the equations and repaired her machine for a jump back." The young demigoddess coughed. "Janeka, Dana and I all stole some of the ichor for ourselves. I mean, time powers? Cool, right? They are kind of harder to learn, but they are useful. I made my own ring of time control."
"You time traveled back to Ancient Greece? That sounds cool. So Athena... let you guys find out about the time machine so you had enough time to decipher her work. Which means she meant for you to follow her. Which means she's playing some insanely deep game." Tattletale scrunched her brows in concentration. "Cassie? What are the chances that Athena let Sheila hear her reveal her master plan to Sheila as a baby?"
"Eight-nine percentile, plus or minus about three percent," Cassandra replied. She then glared at the other girl. "Quit calling me Cassie!"
"What makes you think the story about the twin is true? And that was really Metis?" Tattletale asked as she narrowed her eyes in deeper thought.
"It doesn't actually contradict what happened. Athena had never 'met' her father Zeus. So appearing fully armed in what would be at least his presence in armor actually indicates that she was ready for battle. For a lethal fight at that. She might have been paranoid that he would attack her, but if he didn't attack... because there was no son that appeared, the situation might have calmed enough for Zeus to welcome a daughter that was prophesied to replace him. So now she's being treated well and doted on as a favorite." The demigoddess was thinking hard. "Cassandra? What are the chances that Athena has her own plan is planning on betraying nearly everyone for her own design?"
"Ninety-eight percent, plus or minus one percent."
"Well, shit. Even though we've started to figure out Athena is doing things... we have no idea why. Or even what really motivates her." Tattletale's words left everyone trying to grapple with the strange conspiracy.
"Well, I'm just confused, but I do feel better," Sheila said to herself. "I might not be a weapon aimed at Zeus's heart during the new Titan War." She might still be a heroine.
Tattletale put her right hand to mock look like a pistol. "You always had your own choice about what you do."
Sheila's face dropped. "I might suck at manipulating or controlling people, but I bet I wouldn't be able to resist Athena if she was prepared for me."
That was when a buzz signaled the end to visit. Sheila back to her cell and the two other girls back to Brockton Bay onto a waiting helicopter.
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"Come on, Othala. It's fun. We get to beat up people and everyone actually likes it," Rune said to the older woman.
"Because we aren't actively promoting our Aryan 'purity'," the other woman said.
The two of them were walking down the roads along the old docks. Rune had several baseball bats floating around her, along with one knife.
"Oh, look. More looters and their picking on people," the young teen said gleefully.
"Why do we care? None of them are white." Othala just folded her arms.
All the weapons wagged like they were saying 'naughty-naughty'. "But we get to prove we're better. Enough of a reason for me. And I get to beat up bad-guys and get cheered." The weapons suddenly swept forward as the first looter finally noticed them mugging a couple.
"This is stupid."
Stormtiger stepped out of the shadows of an alley in between to decaying brick buildings with Cricket at his back. "It is. I'm thinking it is time to move on. Cricket agrees. How about you?"
"What about Kaiser? Hookwolf and Menja?" Othala asked with narrowed eyes behind her mask.
"We've failed both times in freeing them. Purity isn't ruthless enough. We should have just taken out the prison they were in and got them all out. Exterminated everyone but those that could be useful," Stormtiger said in barely controlled anger.
The muggers were now being beaten heavily as Rune cheered her telekinetically controlled weapons onwards to victory.
A glowing figure shot down out of the sky abruptly, right over a warehouse and to float in the air. "Decided it was time to leave, Stormtiger?"
"Yes," he said even as he formed his air claws. "And you won't stop me."
"I have no intention of stopping you, though we'll call you when we are going for our captured. You and Cricket can go your way. We won't come for you, just like the Empire Eighty-Eight never came after my old team." The woman was glowing like a small star. "Unless you get a kill order with your stupidity. Then you are on your own and I don't want to see you darken our doorstep ever again."
"Fair," Cricket admitted with her raspy voice. "Let's go, Stormtiger. We'll free Kaiser and Hookwolf ourselves."
"Coming, Othala?" Stormtiger asked.
The older woman looked at the ground for a long minute. "No. Victor and I aren't ready to leave yet."
The two arena-warriors did not look like they liked that answer, but they just turned and disappeared into the shadows.
"You aren't thinking of attacking, are you?" Purity asked as she floated up three stories to illuminate three wards.
"You think we got a fucking deathwish?" Shadow Stalker asked as she leaned back up against a broken air-conditioning unit.
"That's remarkably tolerant," the leader of the Empire Eighty-Eight said to the trio.
"Orders are to not bother you unless you are committing at least a felony," Skitter said in a tense voice as her heart hammered. She had thought that Purity was about to attack.
Purity actually looked over at Aegis to confirm that.
"You weren't supposed to say that, Skitter. But yeah, as long as your group seems to be helping stabilize Brockton Bay, orders are hands off while we fix the city," the leader of the Wards said as felt frustration with the girl. She'd been pushing her boundaries a bit.
Surprisingly, the two girls were even sort of getting along in the a manner where they hated each other's guts, but were willing to work together. It appears killing some of the Slaughterhouse Nine was enough to earn Shadow Stalker's respect at least.
Which didn't mean he was going to send them out on patrol alone.
Skitter tied a silk thread to at pipe and then wrapped it around part of her armored hand, then slid down from the roof to the ground.
"Where are you going, bug-girl?" Shadow Stalker asked as she looked over the edge.
"Checking the perps to see if they have any felonies and that they aren't in any danger of dying.
Rune just blinked as Skitter walked past. "Aren't you worried I'll attack you?"
"Not right now, I think. Could you stop beating on the guy with a mohawk. I think you've actually hurt him badly," she called back.
"Oops. Shit." All the weapons floated back to Rune as her body posture shifted to be a bit defensive.
Skitter pulled out her phone to check her email for the list of wanted and dangerous felons. She thought that mohawk looked familiar. "You three, you can go if you can move. Quit attacking people. You, Mr. Ramirez, are wanted for attempted murder. So when the nice ambulance comes to pick you up, you are going back to prison."
"She fucking broke my wrist. Police brutality. My lawyer's going to have a field day sueing your asses," the hot-head said through clenched teeth from the pain.
"Cry me a river. Who's he accused of murdering?" Othala asked.
"A old woman that ran a convenience store. Pretty nasty work, too," Skitter said.
Aegis and Purity were both staring down at Skitter as she just started having her bugs tying him up in silk so that he would quit struggling.
Othala distastefully touched his shoulder. "You'll get better. Fucking can't believe I did that. Rune, I'm going home." She turned and walked off.
"Hey, I wanted ta stop at Fugly Bob's," the youngest member of Empire Eighty-Eight.
"Have to be in a pair at least? That's smart," Skitter noted. "We're not that far. So if you want, I can walk with you, how's that?"
"Really? Why's that?" Rune asked suspiciously.
"Because you are helping. That's enough for right now."
Aegis groaned as he palmed his face with his open right hand. "I'm going to be doing scut work for weeks when Piggot hears about this."
That got a laugh out of Shadow Stalker. "Better you than me. I'm heading back to base." She took off running and leaped, phasing to get extra distance off the back side of the roof.
"Shit." Aegis took off, flying after the shadow-phasing girl. She was to be accompanied at all times.
Purity studied the strange girl in the bug armor.
"How pragmatic..." she muttered even as she zoomed into the air in a different direction.
"You are not getting me to join the Wards," Rune declared.
"What?" Skitter asked. "Whatever. Let's get going and finish this patrol."
This area was safe enough. She did not feel any of the Slaughterhouse Nine around.