Spirit Detective Taylor (Worm x Yu Yu Hakusho)

Interlude 2.a
February 4th, 2011

Frustration bubbled off of Amy, she couldn't for the life of her think of a new last name. Going back to Lavere would keep things simple, but that just brought up associations with her Father that she didn't want. She didn't want to change her first name back either for similar reasons. While the few memories she did have of her father were pleasant, he was anything but in his dealings with the Bay during his reign. Carol was right about that much at least, despite his rules he was still a true villain. Amy had no intention of trying to reconnect with where she came from.

When Insight said she would find out everything, she had meant it. Amy just hadn't been prepared for the amount of baggage that came with the knowledge. All it had cost her was one person helped at a later date, something Insight had cashed in on just a few days after making the deal. Amy wasn't given any details nor allowed to ask, just told to give them a new identity as thoroughly as possible. Seeing him at the sandwich shop had been a surprise, for both of them apparently. Amy couldn't blame him for running, given all she had done for him, she just wished she could figure out why Insight insisted on such a drastic method to hide him away.

When Insight had poked at her other issues Amy had soundly rejected her help, she hadn't been ready to confront anything else at the time. Smaller steps were the key, there was no point diving into the deep end of her pool of trauma. She could deal with her perfectly normal daddy issues first.

It still grated on her that Carol hadn't even once protested that she was essentially living away from home. She knew that an argument between Taylor and Carol had happened, but her gir- friend wouldn't give up what exactly had been said, just that things would be better this way. Given a few of the phone conversations that she had overheard through the years, it wasn't surprising that an argument had resulted if Taylor managed to push some of Carol's buttons.

Amy had found herself sleeping in Taylor's bed, which didn't mean as much since Taylor herself slept elsewhere and this wasn't her actual home. She wasn't even sure if Danny had noticed she was living there for the past two weeks, the man had crafted obliviousness into an art. He gave Mark a good run on that front.

That mess however wasn't what had her so frustrated today. No, that would be the sadistic training Genkai insisted upon. She had never done so much running and climbing in her life, and the weights Genkai insisted on were practically torture with how they never seemed to get easier to move in. The worst part was that she couldn't even do half of the training because for some reason her Spirit Energy was following her power's Striker only rule. She couldn't even urge the energy past her skin.

That aside, Amy was happy with her progress for the most part. Balancing on the spike was a bit painful since it had to break the skin of her finger before she could focus her energy on it and stay upright, but she could move and throw a punch almost as well as Aegis. It was invigorating just how much Spirit Energy could improve things.

The issue was that she had nothing she could use to attack at range. After sitting helplessly watching her friend get slashed to pieces by Oni Lee she'd decided she needed to be able to fight. She refused to be the healer on the sidelines helpless to do anything any longer. That desire didn't help her overcome her own limitations. She could still vividly remember blocking Taylor's Spirit gun and how it had burned her hand down to the raw flesh underneath before her Spirit Energy stopped it. Thankfully Spirit Energy could be used to accelerate one's own healing, but it had still taken the better part of the day.

Watching Taylor keep pace with Vicky, throwing around that kind of power effortlessly, it stung. Amy had gotten better, was still improving, but she couldn't tank those blows, or throw a punch that could break Vicky's shield. The first time Taylor had managed that without coating her fist in Spirit Energy had been amusing. Vicky's squawk of surprise had been adorable, Taylor's broken hand decidedly less so. She wanted to be the one sparring with Vicky. Amy pinched herself, those were the very thoughts she was trying to avoid.

Taylor was currently holding her own against both Vicky and Crystal, while fucking blindfolded. Her senses had continued to improve even after her unbelievable showdown with Oni Lee a week ago. Amy had spent more than one sleepless night replaying those memories of Taylor dancing around her, slapping down a foe determined to kill them both. How fierce Tay had looked, with her eyes unfocused but seeing everything in perfect clarity, the sweat rolling off her brow, the blood…

A paw slapped the back of Amy's head. With a squeak of surprise she gave a glare of protest, but was met by an even harsher one from the possessed feline. Genkai's mountain lion now wore a red handkerchief with blue trim tied around her neck much like her spirit form's clothes. Their staring contest was short lived when Amy blinked first and looked away.

"If only you were as focused on your own training as you seem to be on Taylor's." Genkai said. "Or am I wrong in my observations?"

Amy didn't blush, not that anyone would have been able to see in the dimming light of dusk. Although, given some of the enhancements Amy had completed on the cougar, its eyesight was probably better than everyone's present.

Still, better for Genkai to assume it was only Taylor that Amy was watching. It had been a damning revelation just days into her training when Amy had been focusing her energy, moving it through her body, then when she had focused it around her skull Vicky's ever present aura had just vanished. She had never once experienced being around her sister without her aura since the girl had triggered at that basketball game. Even when she thought it was off, it wasn't truly. It had just continued existing as a dull buzz in the background. It had been an enlightening experience to say the least, she couldn't help but recognize many of her own reactions and the damning conclusion she had arrived at.

Withdrawal. She was addicted to Vicky's aura and the chemical changes it encouraged in her brain. Without them, she was adrift and everything seemed wrong with the world. Amy had attempted to let the effects through in smaller doses, effectively wean herself off, but she liked how Vicky's aura made her feel. It was a euphoric rush each time the barrier crumbled, and was getting harder to resist each time she forced it back up. It wasn't getting easier like she had hoped, and now she was attempting to force the issue by keeping that wall up at all times.

It hurt to do so, to spend so much time away from Vicky, and so she had thrown herself at her training with renewed focus. Unfortunately her limitations thus far hadn't helped her in that pursuit.

"I'm just frustrated." Amy grumbled. "Watching them go at it. I can't do that, not with the limitations my powers are causing me."

Genkai's head cocked to the side. "You've figured out how to augment and enhance your own strength and agility, and improved that at a truly remarkable rate. Your past training in hand to hand combat is actually more extensive than Taylor's at this point. The only reason she beats you when you spar is because she can use her Spirit Energy far more liberally."

"What I want is to be able to shoot things. I'm not a frontline fighter. I'm tired of needing others to protect me, I'm tired of being the damsel to be saved. For whatever reason, my powers are touch based and my Spirit Energy seems to be following suit."

"Are you sure of that? I suspect your talents lie elsewhere, you just need to think outside the box a bit. Have you finished reviewing the Spirit World records yet?"

"We have." Amy confirmed, remembering the hours the two spent watching them on the cabin sofa in the warmth of the fireplace. Of popcorn shared, cuddled under the same blanket. Taylor dozing off against her shoulder. Pleasant memories drifted away as the memory of one particularly bloody fight from the archives came to mind and she bit her lip. "I think I know where you might be going with this."

Amy looked around for something to test her idea on. Most of the winter's snow had melted already, but the grass had yet to reclaim its vibrancy even with Brockton Bay's mild climate to help out. There simply wasn't enough biological matter for her to work with, not even an insect population to draw upon and shape to her will. Still, Amy had an image in mind and while most of it was dead, enough of it was pliable to her power for the task at hand. She drew deep upon her memories of the early days when she had been able to simply experiment with flowers, changing the colors of their leaves and tweaking every aspect she could. From that memory she shaped the mass into a seed.

Nothing about a seed was simple, they were packed with genetic information, the building blocks that would form the plant, and the base nutrition needed to push them through their initial growth. For something as complicated as this, her power had made simple work of the task.

Next came the tricky part, slowly she fed her Spirit Energy into her palm, directly under the seed. Much to her continued annoyance she still was unable to push anything into the seed itself. Annoyance grew into frustration as Amy willed her power to force the seed to germinate. A green stem burst from one section and tiny roots began to form from another. There wasn't enough there to fuel the growth much beyond that, but she could manipulate the biomatter itself. She took control of the roots and drove them through her skin. She winced in pain from the half dozen needle points that were stretching out into her flesh, but her Spirit Energy could now access the roots and so she gently prodded the root with energy. She jolted back at the veracity that the seed seemed to absorb her energy, but it was still under her complete control as though the plant was an extension of herself. With a wide grin she fed the seed eagerly.

The growth was explosive yet under her complete control, information flooded her senses as vines coiled up her arm, more roots spearing her flesh and drawing deep upon her Energy. What felt like seconds passed and she soon found her right arm coated in a densely packed mass of plant matter and life. The surface resembled the bark of a tree, but she knew each scale of that material to be stronger than steel, and teeming with her Spirit Energy. All the way from her shoulder to her finger tips, not a hint of her own skin was visible. Where the armored plating didn't cover, tightly packed vines made up the difference as though they were muscle fiber. It was an imposing look, and if she chose to cover her entire body, she knew nobody would recognize her.

The material was dense enough that she could employ her power without burning any Spirit Energy and still have options. Doing just that Amy formed a short blade of hardened bone from the mass. More ideas danced through her mind, from a biological dart launcher with a paralytic or poisoned payload, spores that would turn her target into a loyal… She shut that thought down hard, knowing full well that such a thing would end with a kill order.

Amy realised she was feeling euphoric and had shivers going down her spine. She had no idea where it was coming from, but the effects were disturbingly similar to exposure from Vicky's aura when she was really cranking it up. If this was how all capes felt when using their powers to their fullest capabilities, it was no wonder they fought so much. Powers may as well have been a drug. She found that thought sobering to say the least.

Slowly, Amy began to shape another idea that had come to her, a cluster of blue roses formed along one of the vines that stretched the length of her arm, as she forced them to produce pollen she finally realised that she hadn't been using biomass to fuel the growth, but her own Spirit Energy instead. For the first time since she started she realised how much that could help with healing if she could leverage Spirit Energy in regrowing organs or limbs.

"Those are gorgeous." Taylor said just beside her, causing Amy to startle.

"Taylor!" Amy said in her panic and shoved the flower coated arm behind her. A quick glance showed that Vicky and Crystal were once again giving the pair plenty of space, seemingly chatting away with Genkai. She could tell that Vicky was trying to push the two of them together, and even though the thought hurt her deeply, she knew it would have made sense to any other sister in Vicky's situation. Sadly Amy wasn't just any other sister thanks to Vicky's aura fucking with her head.

Taylor laughed at her reaction, and Amy couldn't help the blush that the sound provoked. Damn that aura and how it had complicated things. Taylor wasn't what she would consider traditionally attractive like Vicky was. Her lips were too wide, her eyes a bit too big. Amy could have changed that, slow adjustments over time and Taylor would barely notice.

No, she had to stop thinking of changing people on a whim, otherwise she might slip and do it by accident. The rest of the girl however, she could appreciate without any thoughts as to altering her appearance. Taylor was tall, almost a full head taller than Amy was, with toned, athletic legs that seemed to go on forever. It was a pity Taylor almost always wore those damned sweatpants that sat ever so loosely on her muscular frame. She wasn't curvy, but there wasn't a hint of flab left on her, which Taylor insisted had been there only a year prior before her tormentors had started teasing her for being frog shaped. Amy had a few creative ideas to implement if she ever met Emma or Sophia face to face. Madison had at least experienced some form of change of heart, so she would just get a bad case of acne, maybe an unfortunate rash to go with it.

"I think I figured a few things out." Amy said as she remembered she was supposed to be having a conversation and brought her arm back around to show Taylor. The girl reached out to touch the petals but Amy grabbed her by the wrist before she could. "I, uh, kinda made them poisonous to anyone but me."

"Beautiful, yet deadly. I like that combination." Taylor said with a wide grin.

Yeah, Taylor was definitely interested, but until Amy could honestly say she was free of Vicky's influence, how could she agree to anything in good conscience? At some point she would need to tell Taylor this last secret she had left, but that could wait for now. She didn't feel like ruining what little good remained of her life just yet. Taylor and Vicky were her only remaining rocks, and she feared losing them would mean losing herself to her own dark thoughts.

"I think I could use this to fight." Amy said, choosing to ignore Taylor's less than subtle flirting. "If I used it to cover my entire body with the stuff, I'm almost certain it would be more than bulletproof. I could have all kinds of weapons on demand, maybe even figure out some projectile system to solve my ranged issues. Add in my enhanced strength and speed when I draw on my Spirit Energy…"

"You would certainly have Brute and Mover ratings." Taylor agreed. "How about offensive capabilities? I'm getting serious Kurama vibes from this stuff and I'm guessing that's intentional?"

"I'd love to get my hands on even a few of the seeds he used." Amy said with a far off look. "Just imagine if I could trap Crawler in a Sinning Tree."

"Well, that would be one good use for that hell plant." Taylor said. "Wouldn't even lose any sleep over it either."

"If I turned Nilbog to take down anyone, the Slaughterhouse would be a fitting target." Amy agreed, resting her head on her knees. "I'm not comfortable with the idea, but against monsters like them, I imagine comfort is a luxury that would end with death or worse."

"Bonesaw." Taylor said, picking up on Amy's implication, that sadistic child was easily the most terrifying of the Nine. Death was preferable to winding up in her care, the creations the Biotinker could come up with were the stuff of nightmares from the worst horror movies. "I think, once I'm strong enough, I may end up hunting them down. Some of the other Class S threats as well."

Amy looked up in surprise. "You actually mean that? I thought you weren't keen on that whole savior complex that Spirit World has about you?"

"I was important, but my death erased the future where I stopped the end of the world." Taylor said with a far off look. "That hasn't changed, as I am now, even if I get stronger, the model still shows everything dying. The way I see it, if I can make a difference while I'm here, I may as well do so, make those last few months better for everyone."

"Most people wouldn't step up like that." Amy said, watching Taylor's expression intently. She was determined, her jaw was set. Clearly Taylor had been giving this some thought.

"Nobody else is going to step up. The Triumvirate either can't or worse, won't stop these threats. I'm only going to get stronger, eventually leveling mountains will be something I can do as easily as I level trees now."

"Or buildings." Amy said with a smirk. "That old factory collapsed shortly after you left."

"I read the report." Taylor grumbled. "They couldn't even let me blame Oni Lee for that. Damages caused by direct action on the part of Esprit. Fucking PRT."

Amy snorted, the memory of that day still fresh in her mind. Taylor, covered in deep cuts and stained with blood. There was a thought that had been stuck in the back of her mind since that fight, it was something she could do to help, but she wasn't sure if she should? It wasn't technically against her rules, it was just something she didn't do. The human body was a fascinating thing to behold, but it wasn't nearly as efficient as it could be. Amy could fix that, make a person more than human in some ways.

Amy's first thought was to worry about how slippery of a slope those thoughts put her on. Would this be the acceptable change that snowballed into her becoming the next threat to humanity? She had to take a step, she couldn't just ignore what she could do. She needed to stop fearing who she was, what she could do. She needed to embrace it.

Altering Taylor's form was more an issue about available biomass than whether it was possible. She couldn't draw on her own Spirit Energy as she had with her armor, which needed a name now that she thought of it. Unfortunately, Taylor simply didn't have much in the way of extra reserves between her training and the frequent need of healing that she seemed to attract.

What the girl did have was Spirit Energy to spare. Even now Amy could feel it recovering at an astounding rate from her earlier spar. Amy paused, was there actually a reason she couldn't use her own plants to fuel the improvements? Perhaps she could even siphon some of Taylor's Spirit Energy to help the growth along. Her new armor was already parasitic in nature, it wouldn't take much effort to adapt it to draw from a target rather than herself. Given how much it had drained her to create as much as she had, drawing from Taylor was the safer option.

The thought sent a chill through her, did she want to do this? It would be so easy to take it too far, simply keep syphoning until she was drained. She could probably even make vines that could ensnare an entire city with enough time, and drain an entire population. Why even stop at Spirit Energy? Just absorb all the biomass and form a single organism that could continue to grow uninterrupted until... She squashed the part of her that was excited by the possibility of such a large scale and frankly abhorrent project. It scared her that her thoughts were becoming dangerous, unbidden impulses. She could cause considerable, and possibly irrevocable harm if she changed the wrong thing for Taylor.

Genkai kept insisting she find new uses for her powers that weren't as dangerous, more importantly, didn't skirt the edge of what was acceptable like her modifications to that ABB rapist. She never did go back and remove them, he had been moved to a hospital that specialized in nerve issues while he awaited trial.

She needed things that were acceptable, didn't push boundaries but at the same time allowed her to experiment. She had been limiting herself so much with restricting herself to healing and now that she was willing to do more, it felt inevitable she would slip up and do something wrong.

Improving Taylor would definitely fit the mould of pushing boundaries. It would be something new, but not anything earth shattering, at least not yet given how Taylor seemed to continue to grow stronger by the day. More importantly, it would help keep Taylor safe, because if something happened to Taylor, she just knew that she would lose what little control she had left and give in to her urges.

Amy had spent many nights in the hospital daydreaming up things she could adjust and improve in the average person, ways to make them better, stronger, faster, healthier. Many animals were superior, hell, some of her ideas had come from insect and fish biology. Adapting them for human use had been amusing, but she had never put them into practice for fear of the extent of her powers being discovered, or being unable to stop once she started.

"Taylor." Amy started, all levity having fled her voice. "If that's what you want to do, if you truly want to fight the monsters of the world, there is a way I could help."

"You want to fight?" Taylor asked.

"Eventually, but not yet. At least not against those kinds of foes. I was more thinking of a few improvements I could make. To you."

"Biokinetic, right." Taylor said and leaned back, resting on her arms and looked to the sky. "How extensive?"

"I'd completely rebuild your musculature's structure. Humans are hardly efficient in that regard. I'd reconfigure your blood to carry more oxygen, your lungs to be more efficient. I would make your skin tougher, reactive reinforcement around vital organs, bones denser, joints, reflexes. Kill that curse upon womankind better known as a period. Everything short of your mind would get a tune up. Much as I'm willing to at least re-examine my rules, I'm not comfortable messing with a brain without more practice."

"That's fair, but I have to ask. Why now?" Taylor's voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Why me?"

"You've helped me in so many ways, Tay." Amy started. "Oni Lee was like ice water down my shirt, you were minutes from bleeding out, you would have died if I hadn't been there. If you were to get that hurt again, or outright killed and I hadn't done what I could to help you…"

"You're afraid you'll fall off the cliff." Taylor finished.

Amy looked at the construct wrapped around her arm, how it was feeding off of her like a symbiote. "Pretty sure I already have." Taylor started to say something but Amy raised her armored hand. "I'm not spiraling out of control, I chose to do this. I'm controlling the descent, but there really isn't any way for me to just go back to being the white-mage anymore. I'm so much more than that and I'm through hiding it. You've helped me so much, and I just want to give you something back."

Taylor's smile was beaming as she pulled Amy into a hug. She hastily removed the poisonous effects of her flowers and flushed the toxins from Taylor's system as quickly as they were absorbed. "You don't owe me anything Amy. I'd say that I owe you instead but then we'd spend the next five minutes arguing over who owes each other more." Taylor took hold of Amy's armored hand, Amy's blush grew deeper. "Alright, let's do it. Supercharge me."

Amy failed to stifle a snort. "Not even going to ask if I've tested this stuff yet?"

Taylor laughed. "Amy, I'm not blind. I know you've been augmenting the cougar for Genkai since that night you found it in my room. I trust that you've worked out the issues and if not, you'll be here to fine tune things."

"If you're sure." Amy watched as Taylor nodded. "Alright. This will probably feel weird as shit, just don't break contact while I do this. You would be in bad shape if we stopped at the wrong step."

Amy willed her construct to pierce Taylor's skin, slowly spreading it while dulling the nerves that would cause pain. After a few moments she felt out through them for Taylor's well of power, it was hard to miss. She then set the plant to syphon and sparks shot up her arm, causing her to almost jerk away, but there was no pain. Taylor's gaze snapped onto Amy, her eyes focused in a way she had never seen before. Amy could feel her heart begin to hammer.

Taylor smiled and squeezed her hand. "Remember, I trust you Amy, do what you need to."

Amy nodded, knowing that even though Taylor was worried about what was happening, her words were honest and true. Amy took a deep breath and began to spur more cells to divide, growing the plant mass within Taylor further. Using Taylor's own energy as fuel, she began to convert it to usable biomass. First she enhanced her muscles and organs to an efficiency beyond anything evolution could manage. More biomass was co-opted to reinforce Taylor's skeletal structure and began to create a rudimentary reactive mesh to shield her organs; a second mesh was then laid under her skin to absorb shock. Her entire nervous system outside of her brain was tuned up to be faster, more efficient. With a moment's thought Amy adjusted her immune system, she would heal faster and should never get sick again barring a tinker plague.

She finished the last of Taylor's enhancements that she had planned as well as a few others. Taylor would heal faster on her own now even if Amy wasn't around, though it was more to benefit the gains she would make from her training. Her new muscles were much stronger than her old ones, but she had left them room to improve, to help her ease into it.

Amy converted the remaining plant mass still within Taylor into a layer of hyper dense biomass reserves that her body would maintain at a consistent level, giving Amy more to work with in the event Taylor ever needs healing… When Taylor needs healing again, it was good insurance in the event they were caught after a fight with their Spirit Energy too drained. She would have an appetite to rival a sumo wrestler's but Taylor would be ready. Finally Amy withdrew the last strands of her construct from Taylor and smoothed her skin back over.

"All done. Have I mentioned before how damn weird Spirit powers are?" Amy asked as Taylor flexed her now healed hand and hopped to her feet, which became a leap almost a dozen feet into the air. Amy couldn't help but laugh at Taylor's squawk of surprise. "Better do some exercises and get used to it, as well as how Spirit Energy can affect things. You'll continue to grow stronger over the next week or two. I figured you probably didn't want to break things just because you weren't aware of your new strength."

"Vicky told me some of her stories." Taylor said, now doing a one armed handstand which turned into a one thumb handstand. Then she started doing push ups. "Holy shit, I don't even need Spirit Energy to do these now."

Amy laughed further at Taylor's enthusiasm at her new abilities, she was happy her gift was appreciated. Amy hoped that it would help keep the girl safe, she didn't want to see Taylor as injured as she had been ever again.

"You're still wearing your weights as well." Amy pointed out, Taylor actually cackled at that as she pushed off the ground, landing with a heavy impact and took off into a sprint.

Amy watched as the girl bounced from one obscure exercise to another bizarre martial arts technique. Taylor was smiling the entire time as she pushed her newfound strength and speed to its current limits. Amy couldn't help but curse that she was still enthralled by her sister, Taylor was right there and there was no way Amy was reading the other girl wrong. That voice in the back of her head kept reminding her that such thoughts were a betrayal to the girl that had always been there for her. Amy pushed those thoughts down as hard as she could.

Taylor was interested. They both wanted… Taking a breath, Amy made her decision.

"Hey Taylor?" She called out. "Can we talk for a minute?"

Taylor had paused on a tree branch some thirty feet in the air. "Sure thing!" She yelled back and dropped to the ground beneath with a near deafening impact on the still frozen earth and hurried over. She wasn't even winded which boded well for the upgrades Amy had given her. "What's up?"
"Sit down, I need to-" She was cut off by her phone ringing. Scowling, Amy pulled it from her pocket and answered. As the voice on the other end spoke her face fell. "Fuck, we'll be right there." She ended the call. "Get Vicky and Crystal, we need to get to the PRT building immediately."

"What's going on?" Vicky asked, having clearly been eavesdropping if she had picked up on things already, Crystal was floating beside her. Of course they had been listening, they both wanted to set her up with Taylor after all and were none too subtle about it. No way Vicky would want to miss the potential start of a relationship, and just the thought of that was enough to pierce her heart to the core.

Amy stood, turning back towards the cabin where her Panacea robes awaited. It seemed she wasn't quite ready to hang them up for good after all. "New Wave's been asked to come in to assist, Lung's declared war on the Empire and is currently burning half of Downtown to the ground."


Author's Notes:

And now we get a look inside Amy's head, yikes she has issues. Unfortunately someone had to yell out "Look, a distraction!" just as she was about to open up fully to Taylor. Oh well, maybe after this latest crisis is resolved. Next time, Arc 3 kicks off!

Backlog status: Arc 4 is written, and the first Interlude has been completed. (Oh boy is it a long one too, both the arc and the Interlude)
 
Haunted by the Past 3.1
February 4th, 2011

I felt awkward arriving at the PRT Headquarters alongside the rest of New Wave. I wasn't officially a member but it wasn't like I'd ever join them properly given recent events. I still wanted to blast Brandish into orbit after our last argument. Technically, Amy was no longer a member, but Lady Photon had talked Amy down from making it official with the PRT just yet. It was hopefully one less headache that we would need to address tonight.

I probably should have told my Dad about coming to what was likely to turn into a fight, but I didn't want to wake him. Sure, it was a flimsy excuse but no one was going to call me out on it were they? It wasn't like he wouldn't appreciate not having to stress about me. Amy was firmly in my corner as was Vicky, to the point that Carol wasn't speaking to any of us. It was no wonder she thought there was Mastering involved.

I was keeping myself between Amy and Carol, acting as a bulwark against any actions she might take, any venomous words she may spew, or harsh glares that might be thrown Amy's way. Vicky had taken a similar position, acting as yet another barrier. Vicky had said she'd had an eye opening argument with Carol but refused to elaborate further.

She had even moved out as well, leaving Carol and Mark with an empty nest. I was honestly surprised at this point that Carol hadn't passed my case off to an associate or dropped us as a client altogether. It probably helped that we were only haggling over minor details at this point, and that a settlement should be reached within the coming weeks or possibly even days.

The Wards had already assembled as we entered the lobby. The eighteen and up part of New Wave split off to meet with Velocity to be briefed on their parts to play in tonight's chaos. Absently, I noted everyone in attendance both by sight and to my senses. I knew my power would remember them for me, but it was a crutch I didn't want to come to depend on. The fires of Lung's rampage were visible even from this distance and were only spreading. The adults not already in attendance were being directed to handle that mess while the rest of us…

"What do you mean 'keep an eye on the Merchants'?" Vista yelled at a tall black man in a well tailored suit. He was almost sickly thin but his presence was every bit as imposing as Piggot's had been.

"Vista, calm down." Aegis cut in, likely hoping to head off whatever shitstorm she was about to kick off. "Director Calvert needs us to keep the Merchants from joining the fight, to give the Protectorate a chance to contain and defuse the situation."

"I could help with that!" She yelled as she turned to face Aegis, a finger suddenly in his face. Which would have been impossible given both of their respective heights if not for her power. "Nobody else can keep Lung locked down like I could, I would keep him running in circles till he was back to normal! Why won't you let me fight?"

"That's because without you the Wards could end up overwhelmed." Director Calvert said. "I need you there in case the Merchants do attack, your abilities would turn the tide in our favor." Vista began to protest but Director Calvert cut her off with a raised finger. "One, you're a hard counter for Skidmark, you could nearly negate his own ability with ease. Two, Squealer can't do much with her vehicles if you leave her driving in circles."

Vista actually smirked at that appraisal of her abilities. "At least someone around here recognizes my potential. Still think I would be better utilized containing this mess."

"Noted, but still overruled. You're the most experienced Ward, and as such I feel you would be better served working alongside the team you have the most experience with. The way your power synergises with Clockblocker is too good to split up."

"Then send us after motherfucking Lung!" Vista yelled.

Director Calvert sighed. "Vista, please don't force my hand and put you on console duty for the next six weeks. I'd rather not lose one of my best field assets to pointless punishment duty."

I watched Vista closely as she deflated, the fight having left her. She obviously accepted that she wouldn't be getting her way. The girl was prideful, and wanted to show her worth, being in the Wards for as long as she had been, I couldn't even blame her. I had my powers for a month now, and here I was being sent into the field as an affiliated Independent, she had spent years as a Hero and was being treated no differently than I was. A part of me was surprised at how easily I was reading her, but she wore those feelings on her sleeve.

There was a lot more just under the surface, but my attention was now fully focused on Director Calvert. I was very curious about just what had happened to Piggot, and who this man was that made half my instincts scream that I was in imminent danger?

Director Calvert's eyes settled onto mine and the feeling intensified. His Spirit Energy felt wrong in a way that made the hairs on my neck stand on end, this was a man who had done some truly vile things and didn't regret it. This is how I imagined Tarukane feeling when I watched Yusuke's archives.

"Esprit, if I'm not mistaken?" Director Calvert said to me as he approached. He offered his hand which I promptly shook, trying to push down the reflex to pull away. "You seem a bit under dressed."

I was of course wearing a replacement green jacket and matching sweats, at this point I had a closet full of them. A slight change to the outfit was swapping the white shirt for a black one instead because, as much as his attire was the inspiration for my own, Yusuke was a cocky idiot for wearing white to a brawl. Vicky had managed to find one with a blue flame that for some reason seemed to fit with my Cape name in a way that felt right to me.

"I'm a brute, I tend to go through clothes rather quickly." I said as I relaxed my grip and pulled back. "Easier on the budget to keep it simple."

"I can imagine." He said with a wry grin. "Though, budget issues for you shouldn't be as much of a problem going forward. I'm pushing for the PRT to settle our end of your case. Piggot had been keeping it tied up over her damn grudge against you. I put a stop to the red tape on my end at least."

"Oh." I was actually surprised by that, maybe I should talk to Carol again? No, it was still a bad idea. Dad can continue to deal with her while this shit with Amy is happening. Whatever Calvert had been through to make him stand out to my senses, it didn't reflect in how he presented himself professionally at least. "Thank you, sir."

"No, thank you for not becoming a villain after all you went through." He said. "This city desperately needs more Heroes, especially ones willing to assist the PRT."

"Happy to help." I said, but it lacked enthusiasm. In truth, I was only helping because Amy and Vicky were going to be involved. "I take it we missed the briefing?"

"Sadly, yes." Director Calvert said. "You'll be pairing with the rest of the Wards to keep an eye out for the Merchants. They have a habit of trying to hit a Medhall distribution center on the outskirts of Empire territory. They've tried to hit it no less than nine times in the last six months for the drugs they store on site, they were successful twice. You'll be deploying from there and keeping them from drawing Protectorate resources away from containing Lung and Hookwolf's current rampage." His attention turned to Amy. "Thank you for coming, Panacea. It brings me great relief to know that you'll be on hand."

"Think nothing of it." Amy said, but I could recognize the weariness of those words, the weight of the expectations she felt day in and out.

Director Calvert nodded at that, then called Aegis off to the side and away from the rest of the Wards, likely discussing some of the strategy we would be employing tonight. Vicky took that as her cue and zipped over to Gallant, freely employing her flight to do so. A sharp scowl was visible enough even through Vista's visor. Apparently, he was also joining the Heroes on their mission which might have explained Vista's earlier outburst.

Shielder wasted little time following his cousin's example and started chatting with Kid Win and quickly drew Vista into the conversation. Clockblocker was currently absent, and I wasn't familiar enough with his Energy to locate him with it, which left Amy and I on our own.

"Is it always like this?" I asked her.

"Usually." Amy answered. "I'm not a field asset so I usually don't fall into any of the groups, plus I'm a bit of a loner if you haven't noticed."

I reached over and pulled Amy into a one armed hug. "You'll see the field eventually, if that's what you want to do." I whispered.

"Not today though." She said just as softly. "I don't think I'm ready for people to know exactly what I'm capable of."

"Agreed." I pulled her just a bit tighter against me, trying to be mindful of my increased strength. If it was uncomfortable, Amy didn't voice it. "You'll get there. Between Genkai and I, we'll get you any training you need to feel comfortable using your powers in combat."

"Thanks Tay." Amy said, returning the hug and then much to my disappointment, pulled away. "Go be a Hero, I'll be here when you get back."

"I'll try to avoid giving you extra work." I said as I stepped off to where the Wards were moving off and towards a PRT van. Clockblocker had joined them at some point and was waving me inside. I was determined to avoid injury this time, because the last thing I wanted was to see Amy as afraid as she had been after Oni Lee. It was time to put her upgrades to the test.

Shielder and Vista were already seated and buckling in when I claimed the seat closest to the door, Clockblocker sat down in the seat opposite mine. Kid Win, Aegis and Glory Girl, would be flying above us to offer recon and cut down on the number of transports. Shielder's flight was just a bit too slow to keep up, which was the only reason he was joining us plebeians on the ground.

"I can't believe Calvert's making us babysit a Medhall warehouse while the adults actually get to make a difference out there." Vista complained from beside me. "I thought with Piggy gone I might actually get some damn respect around here. I should be fighting Lung dammit!"

"Language." Clockblocker said. "They don't want the heat from throwing kids into an already lethal villain fight. Lung's killed at least one Empire cape already and isn't slowing down."

"Doesn't mean I couldn't help!" Vista nearly yelled, ready to rekindle the argument she was having with Calvert. "I've fought Hookwolf before, I still have the scars from where I stitched myself up, remember? Instead we get to fight the drugged up losers that even Uber and Leet laugh at!"

"What exactly happened with Piggot?" I asked as I tied my hair up into a ponytail. Maybe I could derail things enough to avoid listening to an ongoing argument the entire ride.

"Officially she's on temporary medical leave." Clockblocker said while his helmet was angled at Vista in what I assumed was supposed to be a glare to drop things. "Unofficially she's being discreetly replaced after several mishaps, some of which involved your situation."

"Sucks to be her." I said. While I lacked much actual sympathy for the bitch, I didn't wish her health issues on her. It was still her choice to refuse parahuman healing, which Amy had offered on multiple occasions. That little bit of info had done much to calm any guilt I may have felt over how things went down between us.

"Sucks to be us." Shielder said. "Crystal's barely eighteen, so she actually got put on the adult team."

"Could be worse." I muttered. Over our coms Aegis called out that the fliers were going to pull ahead to scout the warehouse. I could feel Vicky's Spirit Energy among them as they pulled off and I let out a sigh.

"Aww, is Esprit all pouty because she isn't with her girlfriend?" Clockblocker said as he leaned forward.

I was about to offer a retort when Shielder beat me to it, but it was nothing like what I had planned. "Which one?" I glared at the blue haired boy with as much intensity as I could muster, channeling my best impression of Genkai's look of disapproval.

Space warped around us and suddenly both Shielder and Clockblocker's heads jerked forward, a yelp coming from each. "Behave, boys." Vista said. "Clearly she only has eyes for Victoria."

"I don't know…" Clockblocker said while tapping his chin in thought. "I read 'A Dallon Sandwich' and it made some very compelling arguments for Esprit having both of the sisters in her harem."

"If I ever meet SpecificProtagonist in the flesh, I'll fucking blast her for that one." I muttered under my breath then cleared my throat. "Besides, I'm not dating anyone."

"Bullshit, I saw how Amy was clinging to you at the PRT building." Shielder said. "And didn't she move in with you?" The Wards let out a collective gasp.

I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. "That was supposed to be a secret. Didn't Lady Photon explain that?"

"Wait, you two shacked up? Holy shit!" Clockblocker said while Vista cursed and with a small twist in space, passed the clock themed cape a twenty dollar bill.

"You bet on this?" I said in a completely flat tone. I had to let the tension bleed out of me before replying. "It's not my story to tell, but I'm not going to let Amy's personal issues become Ward gossip. In simple terms, she was close to a burn out, I just made sure she took a break. If you want to know more, ask her."

"Fair enough." Vista said. "So, if the two of you aren't dating, you should ask Vicky out."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't think I'm her type. She's a great friend and all, but I'm fairly certain she and Dean are getting back together." Vista visibly deflated at that bit of news, all but confirming my suspicion that she fancied the senior Ward. While her crush on him was cute, he was also around five years older than her. It would be nearly a decade before that age gap didn't fall into the 'creepy' category.

Clockblocker broke me out of that thought with several tsks and a shaking of his head. "Oh, my poor Esprit, crushing on the straight girl. Sounds to me like you need to step up your finger game to win over this one."

I couldn't resist bait like that and raised a glowing middle finger at him. "Need a demonstration?"

He gasped and clutched his heart. "Trying to fingerbang little ol' me? Just what kind of lesbian do you think I am?"

"I know a girl that could fix that problem." I said with a warm smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Come, join the fem side. One of us. One of us."

Vista joined in on my chant while laughing almost uncontrollably. Shielder was staring at us in horror and I just wished I could see Clockblocker's face at that moment. A presence prickled at my senses but before I could react a lurching impact rocked through the van. My harness kept me firmly in my seat, though I was certain most of the Wards would have whiplash from it as our transport tumbled into the air.


Author's Notes:

Alright, time to kick off Arc 3, which is the shortest of all the arcs I have planned so far. Five chapters of Taylor PoV and Four interludes before we move on to Arc 4 and inch ever closer to the first big milestone I've set for my fic, Canberra. Hopefully we're back to weekly updates now, so fingers crossed Covid doesn't throw further curve balls at us to wreck that plan.
 
Haunted by the Past 3.2
February 4th, 2011

Several things happened the moment our transport went flying. Vista twisted space in the van so that we wouldn't get thrown out of our seats, as well as wrenching the hair thin gap in the doors into a wide access. Shielder immediately layered a barrier over the doorway she created and Clockblocker slammed his hand down onto the floorboard and froze the van in place, in the air, on it's side, though you wouldn't know it thanks to Vista twisting everything around us to be upright, including the ground outside the doors. Powers were such bullshit, but I wasn't about to complain.

"Thirty Seconds." Chockblocker shouted, already unfastening himself from the seat. "Move it!"

Shielder and I were both slower to respond, but followed his directive, the youngest member of New Wave was the last one on his feet and we gathered up by the door. Clockblocker was counting down on his fingers the earliest moment his power would expire and the van would again resume its trajectory. The van was a good temporary shield when powered by Clockblocker but the attacker was still out there and we needed to get to safer cover. I took point, being the only one among us with a Brute rating and Shielder dropped his barrier.

A single step carried me over a dozen feet from the van, and with my finger up and glowing, I swept the area for immediate threats. A migraine was forming in my skull due to Vista's power, the twisting of space also twisted my Spirit Sense to a level that was causing physical pain. There wasn't a single person on the streets that I could see through Vista's warping, but that didn't mean a sniper wasn't waiting out there like they had been for Rune.
Clockblocker was already behind me, his hand on my shoulder, with Vista and Shielder close at hand. As they stepped out of the van, Vista collapsed her power and hurried around to help the driver. The throbbing in my head quickly dissipated as my Spirit Sense reoriented around me. My blood ran cold.

More than two dozen blips of Spirit Energy were moving swiftly towards us in vehicles from the direction where I could sense Vicky and the rest of the returning fliers. Our van was time locked in an intersection which would soon be a battlefield. I began to shout a warning as another blip of Spirit Energy crystalized into my senses, down the alley beside me. The force that impacted me was like a truck, but it didn't have the mass for that, worse, it smelled like death.

It smelled like the locker.

I was lifted up into the air by the impact, an uppercut which then snaked through the air for what felt like an entire block then reversed to slam me into the street with an impact that sent searing hot pain through my torso. The filth and garbage continued to surge down and bury me deeper, a sharp pain now radiating from my ribs. Amy was going to kill me if I broke anything after all the upgrades. I could feel panic rising, the filth was covering me and pushing me down. I felt trapped and helpless like I was back, I was starving and freezing, about to die.

I tried to reach for the meditative calm that Genkai had drilled into me for the last month, but it was nowhere to be found. Instead I only found a simmering desperation. I could feel the bugs skittering across my skin, how they ate at my wounds as I fought to break free, then as they burrowed into my flesh to escape the creeping cold. The rage I had for the Trio, for that school, hell, for the world itself that had allowed me to suffer. For all that Genkai had done to help me blunt it, to smooth it over, she couldn't just erase it.

Neither could I.

Fury took hold and I allowed it to fan the flames of my Spirit Energy, surging forth with a piercing cry of pure rage. The avalanche of filth resisted, but only for an instant as I dug deep and pushed harder. Cobalt light exploded into the night as trash began to rain from the sky around me. I panted, falling to one knee as the memories of the locker were pushed back into the pits of my mind and sunk my focus into my senses to ground myself, feeling out everyone around me.

Glory Girl had been halfway towards me when I broke free, now she was just hanging in the air like an inviting target. I pointed towards the Wards and shouted. "Go help them, I can handle this!"

She nodded then shot of to join Aegis, Kid Win, Shielder up in the air, directing the few civilians from their homes and towards Vista who had another one of her spacial warps set up that were depositing people almost three blocks down the road.

Fuck that kid could be scary when she flexed her powers.

Clockblocker was stepping through further warps, setting up barriers on the street and freezing them with his powers. Several of what could only be Squealer's creations were closing fast, the earbud I had been given was squawking in my ear but I was focused on the single point of energy under the garbage.

It was weak, barely alive compared to most people, but it wasn't fading away like someone on the edge of death. No, this was the energy of someone who was sickly. A part of me almost started to move, intent on helping whoever this person was, to dig them out of the same filth that had pushed me back into those memories, but I stopped myself when the garbage around me shifted.

Inhuman tendrils writhed and slithered through the fallen garbage, and as one, all began to pull back towards the faint energy. At that same moment, a mass of junk on wheels came screeching into the intersection and slammed into one of Clock's immotile barriers. Much as it deformed under the impact, and the screech of metal echoed through the intersection, the vehicle kept trying to push past the immovable object.

Another bus turned abomination came up from the opposite side before it ran afoul of another of Clock's hasty barricades. I couldn't help but notice that a few of them were nothing more than zip cuffs and informational pamphlets he had on his belt. Hard to argue with the results when your power was a crime against physics.

The side door of the bus, a repurposed warehouse sliding door at that, flung open and a dozen Merchants flooded out armed with various bats, pipes and crowbars. As much as I may have wanted to peel off and help the others fight them, I had my hands full with a now twenty foot tall trash golem.

My Spirit Energy flared in anticipation of the coming fight, bits of paper left behind swirled around me in the tempest my power kicked up. The dull throb in my side died away with my surge of power. My eyes focused not on the construct's head, but the core that was situated closer to where the crotch would be, oddly befitting of a Merchant cape.

The only problem was, I knew nothing about this cape. All my research had indicated the Merchant's only had the two. Squealer was a Tinker that made the abominations against vehicular sensibility that even now continued to arrive and harry the others. Then there was Skidmark, the leader of the druggies, a foul mouthed bastard with the ability to set up fields of directed momentum that could accelerate projectiles at absurd speeds more akin to artillery.

This was proof that the Merchants had recruited another cape and made them all the more dangerous. Lucky me to get the honor of being the first to fight the completely unknown trash monster. "Fuck my luck."

The construct roared, liquid sprayed from its gaping maw. Thankfully my aura deflected the putrid substance away from me. My retort was simple, I raised my finger and a blinding flash of cobalt light exploded on contact with the mockery of a head. The trash heap stumbled back, now headless.

Space stretched between us and my head snapped back towards Vista. "I said I've fucking got this covered! Help the others!"

Clockblocker's time stop on the main tank chose that moment to drop and the monstrosity steamrolled into our midst, taking out two of their own henchmen in the process. I winced as I felt one of them vanish from my senses entirely. Multiple turrets opened up around Skidmark's tank, spewing lead. That lasted all of half a second as Vista dropped the warp around me and twisted the space between us and the tank into such a funhouse mirror that the bullets clattered uselessly to the ground just a few feet past the muzzles.

Clock took the opportunity to rush the tank, the top hatch sprung open as he tagged the flank and froze the armored panel in place along with several of the wheels then jumped back through one of Vista's distortions. I couldn't help but envy the level of coordination the pair had, and how well their powers worked off each other.

Skidmark emerged from the hatch, spewing what I could only assume were his famed curses. That however was drowned out by the retort of his minigun. Aegis took several hits as he dove for cover, as did Vicky, but her forcefield held as she ducked behind a car Clock had frozen.

I jumped back, dodging a hammer blow from the Merchant construct, and sprung up into the air. My fist glowed and I fired a Shotgun spread into the mass of garbage. Trash and debris scattered from the flurry of explosions that bloomed across the torso as I used the recoil from my shot to keep some distance between myself and the trash monster.

I'd been keeping my aura flared to hold off the worst of the garbage smell as well as the constant shower of refuse coming from each swing, and my reserves were feeling the strain. Worse, his layers of garbage were an effective barrier to most of the damage I could inflict with my usual techniques. It was starting to frustrate me that I never seemed to get the opponents that I could simply punch into the ground.

"Fucking whore ass bitch!" A male voice roared as the construct fell back into a heap on the ground. I could feel the Spirit Energy of the cape turn erratic as hundreds of tendrils snaked out of the main pile and set about gathering the scattered refuse back to the main body.

"No, I don't think so." I muttered.

My Spirit Energy flooded into my palm, growing dense and focused, and with a gesture of will it coalesced into my desired form. I grasped the Spirit Sword tight and leapt to the nearest tentacle and slashed. The Merchant Cape let out a screech of pain as I severed it, the tendril flopping uselessly for a moment before it fell still and began to dissolve.

His tentacles sped up their desperate grasping for garbage. I moved with calm precision that belied the fury roiling under my skin and methodically severed each tendril I passed on my way towards the Merchant cape himself. He screamed out as I cut a tendril not even twenty feet from his sickly core, then the entire heap of garbage convulsed as one. The mass constricted into the pile and it moved, not as a golem but more akin to a stupidly swift slug.

I cursed and sprinted after it, rounding the corner of the intersection almost in a slide. It was liberating to move so quickly and not need my Spirit Energy to manage it. The trailing bits of garbage snaked into an alley ahead of me, a feral grin crept on my lips as I continued my pursuit and slammed into a wall of trash fifteen feet high, which promptly collapsed back upon me. In the fall, I lost my grip on the Spirit Sword and felt the energy drift off before I could draw it back in.

Oh no, this wasn't going to happen again, I wasn't about to allow it. My Spirit Energy burned, a fierce cobalt flame engulfed me, shielded me from the filth of the locker, from the filth of whatever the fuck this cape truly was, and burst forth with a fierce cry of unarticulate rage!

A pyre engulfed the alley, blazing up into the night sky. My reserves were swiftly drained away but I didn't care. Everything in that forsaken alley was to be purified under the unrelenting power flowing from my core.

The trash didn't burn so much as it disintegrated under that much raw energy. I could feel the Merchant cape scrambling away through the haze of my own power and emotion, and when he faded into the background that was enough to snap me out of the moment. The alley had been cleansed of his filth, as well as a significant portion of the brickwork of the buildings around me. For just a brief moment I was caught off guard by my own strength.

I shook myself out of the surprise and resumed my pursuit. He had made it across the street into another alley, one that hadn't been picked over for all its filth just yet. I could see his body now as it unraveled into the same tendrils I had cut, grabbing every scrap of garbage they could. I knew I wouldn't clear the distance fast enough to avoid him reforming at least some of his armor, so I fell back on the tried and true.

I raised my finger and fired.

My shot rocketed across the street and struck right where I'd intended, the mass of tentacles that had once been his shoulder. He screeched for a split second, then it cut out as the concussive force bounced him off the alley wall. His energy flickered, the tendrils retreated back, now free of garbage and he slumped to the ground.

I approached cautiously, finger at the ready and aimed at the cape, there was no such thing as too much caution in this situation. My senses told me the battle I had departed was still raging. The roar of engines and gunfire permeated my otherwise still surroundings. The lack of comms chatter had me reaching for my ear, and finding my headset missing. That complicated things a great deal.

The cape was indeed out cold, and disgustingly naked. Thankfully he was ass up instead of giving me the full show. Still more than I wanted to see, especially with the way he was attracting flies. It then occurred to me that I didn't have any conventional way to contain him. Zip cuffs likely would do jack shit if he awoke and entered his changer form. There was only one option that came to mind, and even I was unsure of how well it would work.

I held two fingers up to my lips and began to chant in Latin. That Genkai had begun to teach me no less than five languages on top of the coursework I was completing while working towards my GED was grating, but when there were chants that held actual power it was too tempting to pass up. The chant for this one wasn't strictly necessary but it lended intent to the technique, making it all the more real for it.

Orange light enveloped my fingers and I traced the air around the unconscious Merchant's hands, the lingering glow snapped into place, drawing his arms together. Satisfied, I repeated the process with his legs. The cuffs were more conceptual than literal, binding your Spirit Energy rather than the limbs themselves. With how little energy the guy had, he wouldn't be able to move a muscle.

That just left rejoining the fight. I turned to race back to the battle only for Aegis' bellowing voice to cut me off. "All Wards and New Wave support, full retreat. Recover those injured and bring them to the PRT building immediately. Director's orders."

I felt a cold chill run down my spine and threw myself into an empowered sprint while dipping into my senses. The ongoing battle snapped into sharp focus in my mind's eye, nobody on our side had been incapacitated, or even showing signs of true distress aside from Vicky, whose Spirit Energy was spiking with fear and anger.

The Wards were already setting up a fighting retreat in the direction of the PRT building as I came around the corner. Vista waved her arm and the distance between them and the Merchants grew by a quarter mile and just like that I was alone with the remaining Merchants. Even Vicky and Shielder had left with them, and that didn't sit right with me. I didn't know Shielder, Eric, all that well, but there was no way in hell Vicky would just leave me behind like that… Would she?

I didn't have time to process the feeling of betrayal bubbling up from deep inside the pit that was the locker, I could deal with that later. More pressing was that my arrival hadn't been subtle, my green coat and pants stood out under the only working street lamp remaining, and all of the Merchants had stopped in surprise.

"Well fuck Squealer's ass, looks like one of the cunts got left behind." Skidmark announced from his perch atop the main tank. "Fuck that cocksucker up boys!"

"Excuse me? I'm a cuntlicker if anything, get it fucking right!" I shouted back.

In hindsight, that may not have been my brightest move as bullets pelted my skin by the dozens as the merchants opened fire. I burst into motion and flared what power I had remaining. Genkai's reinforcement training stopped the bullets turning me into a pinata, saving my life. I'd never been so grateful for the additional hell she'd put me through after my fight with Oni Lee. I was never going to complain about her sadism ever again. Still, I should have at the very least been in pain, my skill with reinforcing myself wasn't quite that good, yet I felt nothing. Amy's enhancements had to be playing their part in that. It wasn't doing my clothing any favors however, as I now sported more holes in my jacket than a used dartboard.

Skidding behind the storefront wall had bought me time, but I could already hear the engines thundering closer, I needed to run, put some distance between us and make my way back towards the others, regroup.

My thoughts ground to a halt by an unnatural howl that vibrated the very air. Even the vehicles screeched to a stop and against my better judgement, I risked a peek around the corner. The Merchants were scrambling as darkness enveloped the street like an oily fog, moving far too swiftly to be natural. From the rooftops, half a dozen massive creatures leapt into the fray, vanishing in the void. I could have sworn one of them carried a rider.

From beside me came a ringing, a payphone that somehow hadn't been vandalized this close to Merchant territory, what were the odds? It was a stupid idea, likely a trap of some sort, but my curiosity got the better of me. I answered and was greeted by a chuckling girl.

"Hello Esprit." An absurdly perky voice said. "Figured you could use some reinforcements after that dick bag of a Director left you out to dry."

My attention turned back towards the renewed battle as flaming meteors began to rain down from on high. Amongst them hovered a familiar core of Spirit Energy, Warlock.

"Consider your ass bailed out, courtesy of Insight." She chirped and the line went dead.

Even as Insight spoke, a final figure had ghosted over a rooftop and fired a bolt from a wrist launcher, striking Skidmark through a gap in the darkness with practiced precision. Her Spirit Energy shone dimly as she solidified and fell into a roll before moving into the darkness with sword drawn.

I burned her faint energy into my memory, made sure I would always be able to find it in the future, because I would find her, whether here or in the future, I would bring Shadow Stalker to justice. Sophia Hess would answer for her crimes. I was quite proud of the fact that in my anger, I only crushed the receiver in my hand.


Author's Notes:

The action heats up for Taylor, how will she react to these new developments? Why was she left behind? Stay tuned to find out!

Backlog update: Arc 4 is written as are the interludes and I'm currently working on 5.2
Finding episode names to match the themes of the arc is going to prove tricky in time, but so far it's working out.
 
Haunted by the Past 3.3
February 4th, 2011


My mind was awash with a tempest of thoughts and emotions, it had to be some type of cruel joke that Sophia fucking Hess, of all pieces of shit, had been sent to help me. This was all wrong, Sophia sweeping in while Vicky abandoned me… I had to stop thinking, stop panicking, Genkai had trained me in how to calm down from something like this.

It was all just so wrong. I knew that logically, even if my emotions were still reeling, Vicky would never abandon me willingly. There was more to this, between Insight managing to time this save so well and Calvert's seemingly sudden retreat, it all pointed towards something screwy.

At least I wasn't in the thick of it now, I could feel the energies of Insights reinforcements fighting the Merchants. I held out a slim hope that Sophia would experience a run of bad luck, either trip, or fail to dodge something. Anything to show that karma wasn't just a bitch to me. I growled in frustration at my run of bad luck that started when Mom died, my entire world had spiralled into the depths of hell from that point all the way until I had died. It seemed that it wasn't quite finished, not as long as Sophia was free and unpunished.

That feeling of frustration and distinct unfairness of everything that has happened seemed to threaten well up and overwhelm me. I growled and struck the nearby wall, my fist passed through the brickwork with almost insulting ease, demolishing it like styrofoam. Looking down at my hand, I saw the cobalt glow wrapped around it. I shook out my fist, willing the energy to dissipate. I needed to be more careful with my anger, a punch like that could easily kill even a low level Brute. I forced my breathing into the meditative calm that Genkai had taught me, I couldn't afford to lose control of myself, not right now.

The thing that I couldn't wrap my head around was Vicky of all people leaving me behind like that. I refused to believe she'd just willingly retreat without trying to come back for me, surely she must have been tricked in some way. Deception was the only thing that made any sense as the Director would have needed to order the retreat himself for Aegis to make such a call, especially if it left someone behind. I needed to work out what the fuck was going on. Insight was the only factor I didn't know anything about, she for sure had something to do with tonight's calamitous events.

I turned my full focus on the fight just down the street, hoping to avoid thoughts of the monster wearing the skin of a girl that was the source of my anger. I couldn't help but note that for such a fierce battle being fought less than a block away, the street was eerily silent. I knew the cape producing this freaky darkness was named Grue but there really hadn't been much online about him, minus some rumours his power could block sound as well as light which was obviously true. I tended to take PHO power theorizing with a grain of salt, especially given some of their theories about my own powers.

I could follow the fight within the darkness using my Spirit Sense, but it was difficult to track. Skidmark and Squealer were in a vehicle along with several normals. I had a clear mental sight of that much, but one of the combatants was floating just above the street and bounding atop something I couldn't sense at all.

One of the franken-cars came tumbling out of the darkness, shattering the near silence with the screech and groaning of tortured metal. Not far behind it was a monstrous creature every bit as large as the pseudo tank. That solved the mystery of the fourth cape who had seemed to be floating in that darkness, Bitch, and that was one of her mutated dogs. The enormous canine set a massive paw on the overturned vehicle and bit down on the undercarriage, tearing it to pieces before returning back into the inky void where I wasn't able to perceive it at all. It explained why certain aspects of the battle were incongruent to what I was sensing as those dogs were a blind spot to me.

Insight had called them my reinforcements, which meant that the unassuming infobroker had enough capes on call to field a proper team. None of the information I'd been able to dig up on her after my meeting with Madison had suggested anything like this, and knowing about Amy's deal with the woman, it made me question just how many other independents in the Bay answered to Insight in private. She seemed to work on the basis of favors and deals more than any true loyalty from what little interaction Amy had with her, but was that the exception or the rule?

It was an insidious case of misdirection on her part and it made me question more than a few of the recent cape fights where the independents worked together to take on the various gangs. I would have been impressed if it wasn't for one simple fact, Insight employed Shadow Stalker. She had aided Sophia Hess in avoiding justice for what she had done to me, she'd helped her get away with literal murder of the first degree. Today it seemed, was just stuffed full of reminders of the worst day of my life.

How many villains did she have under her employment? Bitch used to have a murder charge, but it was dropped shortly after she arrived in the Bay due to new evidence. Grue had been into freelance work, and the occasional petty theft before he switched focus to hitting Empire targets, so clearly Insight had gotten him to switch tracks somehow.

That just raised further questions about Warlock, he was relatively new to the scene and often hit Coil's forces and on occasion the ABB. What did his history look like, what had Insight used to hook him into her services?

Thinking back to the conversation with Madison, she had mentioned that Insight wanted to work with me as well. Just how far was she willing to go to get me on her side? If villains and murderers weren't too low for her to recruit from, what would she be willing to do to secure my cooperation? The level of manipulation she seemed willing to sink to was nauseating to consider.

Squealer's main tank screamed out of the darkness, Skidmark barely holding on as it drifted in a way that a vehicle that bulky shouldn't have been able to manage. His arm hung limp at his side, even from here I could see the bolt embedded in his shoulder. His remaining good hand gripped the turret like a lifeline. The vehicle skidded to a stop and a spark of lightning severed his hold, sending him ass over teakettle onto the pavement below. Skidmark had barely lifted himself back to his feet as Warlock descended, staff in hand with several chunks of flaming rock floating in his orbit. It made for a damn intimidating sight, especially with how brightly his Spirit Energy stood out to my senses.

Sophia chose that moment to emerge from the darkness and phase into the tank. I could feel her moving methodically through the behemoth, taking down the crew with an efficiency that could be envied, and to my surprise as far as my senses could tell, they were all non-lethal takedowns.

Skidmark threw down multiple layers of his power in a panic, encircling himself, then he pulled a revolver and cracked off a shot at Warlock. The man was already in motion, dodging the hypersonic bullet with ease as his Spirit Energy flared around him and he fell back into the cover of Grue's darkness. My eyes narrowed as one of the meteors shot forward, straight for Skidmark. His attack reached the layers of power spread across the ground and faltered, falling to the ground as they lost all momentum and was flung back away from Skidmark.

Skidmark began to crackle. "Tough shit ya ass fuck! You ain't hittin' the broadside of Squeal's cunt!" His revolver barked once more, one of Warlock's emerging meteors burst on impact. He had moved that rock into the path of the bullet without the aid of his eyes, he had lined up the prior shot as well without being able to see. His dodging beforehand spoke of him using Spirit Energy to augment himself, but was he using it to sense others Energy to assist with his aiming as well?

I began to channel what little Spirit Energy I had left into my finger, if nothing else I was reasonably confident that my Spirit Gun would ignore Skidmark's power. If Warlock was using his Spirit Energy actively, I wanted answers and I wouldn't get them if Skidmark got lucky. Thankfully the foul bastard seemed completely unaware of my presence, and I intended to take full advantage of that lack of perception.

Just as I prepared to fire, Warlock's Spirit Energy surged and I couldn't help the sharp breath I took in as he empowered one of his flaming boulders with his own Energy. Then he launched it straight at Skidmark, who had finished throwing down another layer of power. That was a precaution I wouldn't have expected from someone with a reputation for being methed out all the time.

The meteor slammed into the projected barriers in a fuck you to physics, their momentum halting as though they hit the end of a bungee cord. Only for a moment however as Warlock screamed out, palm extended forward and I could feel the flow of Spirit Energy from him to his projectile increase. It began with only a twitch, but the rock slowly began to move forward. Skidmark didn't seem to notice, probably because the movement was so slow.

I could only imagine the look of surprise on his face as the meteor pushed past his fields with a sudden burst of acceleration that swept his legs out from under him with a sickening crunch that was only matched by the sound he made falling into his own field and being slung broadside into Squealer's now disabled tank. He slumped over just in time for Squealer herself to be unceremoniously dumped next to him by Shadow Stalker.

Grue's darkness faded, revealing a sea of smoke and destruction, the wrecked remains of Squealer's fleet scattered and broken across the streets. Vehicles were wrecked against the buildings lining the street, their chassis ripped out in tangled messes of twisted steel. Throughout the carnage I could hear the few men still conscious groaning softly.

Four of Bitch's mutants flanked a fifth with the woman herself atop it, it made an imposing sight as they marched in formation over to where the rest of Insight's capes were gathering. I dipped into my Spirit Sense and to my surprise, I couldn't spot any signs of someone having been killed since they had arrived. Grue rounded out the ensemble, emerging from the darkness unscathed as they gathered around the unconscious Merchants and began discussing something I couldn't make out given the distance.

These four capes had just managed to take down a gang that the Director of the PRT had thought too much for the combined forces of New Wave and the Wards to handle. Even if the others had softened them up first, that was still an impressive feat. It had taken most of what I had to give to bring down the trash heap, I would have been next to useless heading into this fight, and my ribs were still protesting my being upright and mobile. Their arrival had essentially bailed me out, I now owed Insight, which was a terrible thing both short and long term. The worst part was, the one thing she could offer me that I wanted was right there for the taking, and I still had enough power left to do it.

It occurred to me that I could simply walk away from all of this, I wasn't obligated to stick around and encourage Insight's little scheme. I wasn't going to, however and I knew exactly why, and I was staring right at her, barely a hundred feet away as she conversed with the mismatched group of Capes that Insight had directed to take down the Merchants.

They huddled quickly around the fallen Merchants, talking quietly, or at least I assumed they were, given each had their face covered by a mask. Something set Sophia off, as her voice suddenly cut through the sounds of burning wreckage, and most of Bitch's dogs began to snarl in her direction.

The argument grew more heated by the second, Grue taking point then Warlock chiming in. Abruptly he cut off and did a double take, right in my direction. With a sigh I began to walk towards my reinforcements, smothering the desire to simply blast Sophia in the face and be done with her. This wasn't Winslow, where everyone would bow to her song and dance because she was a Ward that needed to be kept appeased. These were the streets of Brockton Bay, and here she had nothing to hide behind that I lacked the power to remove.

"Well, well, if it isn't pathetic little Hebert." Sophia said as she stalked towards me with as much bravado as she had carried at Winslow. "Which alley did you crawl out of now that the battle's done?"

I hooked my thumb in the general direction of the trash Cape. "I had to entertain the new merchant Cape. Despite him being trashier than you, he was surprisingly not a fan of bondage play."

"Took down a Cape did you?" Sophia asked with a tone of pure incredulity then belted out a laugh. "You're a weakling that couldn't even stand up to little Maddy."

"Yet, here I stand." I answered while glaring at her eyes behind the mask.

Sophia scoffed. "You think having powers make you strong? You're still weak Hebert and you always will-"

I cut her off with a punch to her jaw that knocked her off her feet and sent her rolling across the concrete. I'd made sure to hold back since I wasn't sure how potent Amy's enhancements were just yet and I didn't dare put any Spirit Energy behind it after that brick wall earlier. It was still more than enough to knock her down a peg, or it would have been if she hadn't shifted to shadow and seemingly reformed on her feet.

Sophia recovered quickly enough from her momentary surprise, wiping a bit of blood from her lip and her face twisted into a snarl. She began to stomp back towards me, I didn't particularly care. Even as drained as I was, even with half my torso groaning in protest, I knew she wasn't a threat.

"Stand down Stalker." Grue said in a deep and reverberating tone.

His arm came between Sophia and I but Sophia kept walking, turning to shadow in an attempt to pass through him. My aura flared in anticipation, cobalt rolling off me like steam when a wall of inky darkness rose up just inches from my nose. Given the lack of a shadowy figure stepping through, their powers must be interfering with one another.

"Esprit." Warlock said as he rested a hand on my shoulder and began to guide me away. "Let's take a walk and retrieve your capture."

"Go ahead Hebert! Run away like a coward! You think a weak ass Brute power makes you strong?" Sophia shouted as Grue dismissed his Darkness. "You're a weak little shit shaking in fear of the real Heroes! You always will be!"

I had been trembling, but out of rage, not fear. Her Spirit Energy was so pathetically weak that I half expected her to drop dead at any moment. I had to keep reminding myself that she wasn't a threat, there was nothing she could do to me now.

"Best to just ignore her." Warlock said. "Insight has her tits in a vice and she knows it. She wouldn't dare try anything."

"People keep telling me that." I said as we walked. "Hess should be in jail at a minimum. None of this makes any goddamn sense to me. As much as I may respect you, Warlock, your boss is acting no better than the worst of the gang leaders in this city, even if she is playing at heroism for now."

We walked in silence for a few moments before Warlock finally spoke again, his voice a near whisper. "You shouldn't."

"Pardon?"

"You shouldn't respect me, Esprit. If you knew some of the things I've done, you would probably hate me more than you do Stalker."

"I'm assuming you were a former villain?" I asked, pausing just outside the alley.

Warlock's hood moved as though he nodded. "I was with one of the gangs you so despise, yes."

"Empire then." His silence was as good as a confirmation. "While disappointing to have it confirmed, I can't say I'm all that surprised. Your PHO screen name was fairly obvious once I met you."

"You know, I made that account as a joke. Insight thought it would make for a good inside joke and ran with it."

I snorted. "She does seem like the type of bitch to pull that sort of move."

"At least you don't work for her. She didn't even tell us you would be here, I wouldn't think she would send Stalker if she had." Warlock said with a sigh. "Did you know she's actually trying to ship me with Stalker as some sort of ironic comedy."

I almost fell over from the laughter that burst out of me. The mere idea of Sophia in a relationship with someone from the Empire was simply too much for me to contain it. Warlock tapped his foot in irritation as I slowly regained my composure. "Please tell me there's a betting pool and that I can get in on it."

"Fuck you." He spat. "I wouldn't wish her on my worst enemy."

I couldn't help the grin that followed. "Well, she is my worst enemy, so by that logic I can wish you on her."

"You are evil." Warlock said with a shake of his head. "We should bag the cape before someone tries to ship us while they're at it."

"Unless you're secretly a girl, I don't think you have anything to worry about." I said as I stepped past the now stiffened Warlock and into the alley where Trash Heap was struggling in his Spirit Cuffs, even his changer form was unable to slip the bonds. "I'll have to stay with him until the PRT takes custody, those bonds will remain in place until I speak the password to release them."

"Anyone ever told you that your powers are weird?" Warlock asked, his posture relaxing slightly as he moved to my side.

I chuckled. "Says the guy who called down flaming meteors to smite his foes." I paused and leaned in close to whisper. "Or, who charged a rock with Spirit Energy to give it the boost needed to bypass Skidmark's powers."

Warlock went completely still, I couldn't even tell if he was breathing. That reaction spoke volumes. Not only was he aware of the nature of his power, but that it was called Spirit Energy. I had asked Genkai to look into Warlock a couple weeks prior, and she had been unusually tight-lipped about what she had uncovered. I had a feeling I was going to finally get some answers.

"I was hoping you hadn't noticed."

I met him with a level gaze, then without looking I raised a finger and fired a stun shot into the bound cape. He didn't need to be hearing this conversation. Warlock was watching all of this, his core spiking in clear panic. "You know my powers aren't normal."

"I can explain everything, alright… Just not here." Warlock said, glancing over his shoulder. "Meet me at Captain's Hill tomorrow morning. I'll be in civies, We can talk there."

A part of me wanted to throttle him for the information right then, but I tempered that with the promise he had just made. Should he break the promise however…

"I can agree to that, though Amy will be accompanying me. She's fully aware of my situation."

"Alright." Warlock said as he snapped his staff out and used it to hoist the Merchant into the air. As I followed him out of the alley I couldn't detect any Spirit Energy actively being used which meant this was likely an extension of his original powers, or Tinkertech. "Just please keep the surprises at home. You may enjoy being in a Dallon Sandwich, but I very much doubt I would."

All I could do was groan as we made our way back to the others with my captive in tow.


Author's Note:

Well, things happened. Tay will be getting answers soon, but also more questions! Two more chapters to this arc, then comes the alt povs, got four of them this time. Shep and I are hoping to pull an accelerated posting schedule with those as well. Sometimes interludes just drag down the pacing of the story for some people, but often they are necessary to the plot regardless.

As for this chapter, my original draft was about 2300 words, it uh, kinda ballooned in the beta and edit phase. >_>

Backlog progress is currently stalled by another project that I decided to tackle, a complete rewrite of 1.1, 1.2 and 1.3 which would purge the last remnants of my old draft that was frankly terrible. I feel like the cringe in those first three chapters is driving away readers, nevermind how much they bother me when I have to go back and reference them, so I'm getting this done for my own peace of mind if nothing else. Expect these chapters to go live over the next week or two. All three will be posted together and replace the originals in the threadmarks while the old are relegated to apocrypha. I don't know if I will revisit 1.4, but for now this was my goal, because my portrayal of Vicky in 1.2, the way I handled Sophia's reveal in 1.3, it was terrible. I think I've come up with a much better solution and I hope everyone agrees with me on that. These updates won't take the place of any normal chapters, they will be treated like the side stories were, just added bonus' to the weekly updates.
 
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Haunted by the Past 3.4
February 5th, 2011

When Warlock and I caught back up to the rest of his team, I noticed Sophia was gone. Her energy may be dull to the point of almost not being there but it still annoyed me I hadn't sensed her leaving. Grue had tied both Skidmark and Squealer to one of Bitch's minions and was tightening one of the ropes when Warlock dumped the Trash Man's spirit bound body next to him. Crying out in pain, he attempted to form tendrils to reach out but was quickly forced back into his human form. I'd probably need to thank Genkai for teaching me the chant, but then she would expect me to take my Latin lessons more seriously. Fuck.

"I sent Shadow Stalker away." Grue said as he poked Trash Man with his foot. "Sorry about her outburst, I wasn't given much of a choice in bringing her."

"You could have just let me take her down a few notches, not like she doesn't deserve it."

"Wouldn't complain if you did." Bitch said. "She'd be better off as dog shit."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Glad I'm not the only one who hates her, but why are you putting up with her?"

"Insight called in a favor, said she had a job that needed done tonight, then told us to meet up and wait for orders." Grue said as he secured my capture to a different dog, which didn't seem pleased with it's new cargo. "Thought she was going to have us back up the Heroes fighting downtown, but she changed her mind at the last minute and sent us after these fine examples of our fair city instead."

"Stalker met us on the way here." Warlock said. "Insight usually uses her for other jobs, but occasionally she gets diverted to help one of us. Specifically me, much to my annoyance."

"Maybe if you fucked her, Insight would shut up about it." Bitch said.

"Hell fucking no, don't you start too." Warlock exclaimed, but I could hear Grue laughing even as he attempted to muffle it with his own darkness. Warlock turned on Grue, hand raised but paused and turned back to me. "Esprit, you'll back me on this, right?"

"I'm sure you'd make a lovely couple." I said with a wide grin.

"I hate all of you." Warlock grumbled as he took to the sky to sulk.

Grue hopped up onto one of the creatures and extended a hand for me, reluctantly I took it and he hauled me up onto the beast. "Let's get you back to your friends."

"My friends…" I mumbled, the sight of them all vanishing down the empty street flashing through my head. "Do you know why they left me behind?"

"No idea." He answered. "I could call Insight for you, ask her if you want."

I shook my head. "No thanks, she already has enough leverage over me for my taste, I can just ask them when we get back."

"Fair enough." He said, then Bitch whistled sharply, sending the dogs into motion.

The ride back to the PRT building was an uncomfortable affair. My ribs were protesting with every bounding step and the fact that I was still relying on Insight's little hit squad was frustrating. The team didn't seem like bad people, and they were still doing heroic things, but I just couldn't separate them in my head from working for the same person that was sheltering Sophia.

PRT troopers armed with containment foam sprayers quickly surrounded us upon arrival, it seemed that Insight hadn't even bothered calling ahead. The tension broke when Grue announced that we had all three of the Merchant Capes in custody and would be turning them over. I left them to handle it but my feet were barely inside the lobby when I felt a familiar spark of Spirit Energy barrelling towards me.

"Taylor!" Amy shouted as she tackled me, moving swiftly enough to betray the fact that she should now have a Mover rating.

"Fuck, ribs!" I cried out as we hit the tiled floor. Amy didn't seem to notice as she gripped my jacket and sobbed, muttering to me as much as she was to herself. I was shocked to see her so distraught.

"They said you were dead." Amy managed to choke out amidst her muted cries.

My hands moved before she had even finished speaking, holding her in a tight and reassuring embrace. I didn't know what to say and the others in the room were equally shocked to see me so I just traced my hand in gentle circles to help calm Amy down. "Shh, it's alright Ames, I'm right here."

"It's not alright." She sobbed. "I wasn't just sitting in the infirmary waiting, Tay. I was receiving live updates, Calvert himself told me when he heard you had been killed, said he didn't want me to have to find out when they brought back your… body." I held her tighter as I felt Vicky approaching with the Wards.

"Just what the hell happened out there Tay?" Vicky asked without a hint of her usual teasing as she floated just above us. Her expression radiated concern and I didn't miss the dampness under her eyes.

"Merchants had a new cape, a trash controlling Changer." I hooked my thumb as best I could towards the entrance where Grue and Warlock were dealing with the handoff. Bitch had left as soon as she dumped her cargo off, which wasn't surprising given how terse and combative she seemed when it came to strangers. Sophia had a detain on sight order so it made sense that once everything had been handled she'd disappear back to wherever Insight was stashing her.

I brought my focus back to my friends. "I fought him, he lost."

Vicky chuckled, but it sounded forced. "Give us more details than that girl, because all we heard was that you had been killed shortly after you ran off."

I frowned as Amy curled up even tighter against me, I had to force down a wince as my ribs protested further compression. Breathing was bad enough without her gripping me, but there was no way in hell I was going to complain. I couldn't fathom why Calvert thought I had died but it clearly had rattled Amy deeply and I wasn't about to ask her to look me over when it could simply wait.

In the distance I could hear Clockblocker mutter 'not dating my ass' followed by the telltale sound of a muffled grunt as Vista whacked him over the back of his head. Honestly, at this point, with how Amy was clinging to me, I was almost inclined to agree with him. Figuring out where we stood with one another however could wait until the current cluster fuck was resolved.

"The Cape was a Changer, he turned his limbs into tendrils that clung to garbage and debris and used them as makeshift armor." I said. "Once I realised what he was, I targeted the tendrils directly, severing a multitude of them on my way to his main body. He chose to flee and I left the main battlefield in pursuit. Obviously, he wasn't successful."

"When you ran after him…" Aegis cut in as he walked over to our ever expanding group. "I called in that you had broken off from the fight. About thirty seconds later Director Calvert came back over the radio and asked for a confirmation of my previous statement. I confirmed it and he sounded the retreat."

That was puzzling, why order a retreat just because I left the fight? It didn't make sense that they wouldn't go back for me, it wasn't like it was possible they'd have seen my body to confirm it. "My headset was lost in the initial attack, so the only thing I heard was when Aegis yelled for everyone to retreat. I was suddenly alone against the Merchants still standing and they were ready to fight. That's when those four showed up."

"Four? I only counted three before Hellhound left." Aegis said.

"Shadow Stalker was with them." I said and everyone reacted in their own way. I could hear Vicky suck in a breath, but Amy's reaction was to tighten her grip even further, which did draw a whimper of pain from me. Grue took that as his que to depart, though Warlock did seem to hesitate before following. "Insight's a lot more dangerous than we thought and I think she's done trying to play at being a neutral info broker. She's got a Cape team answering to her, and she's the reason Stalker was able to escape last month."

"That explains so damn much." Aegis said after several muttered curses that would have earned him official reprimand. "I'll make sure their files are all updated."

"You do that. Right now, I'm still confused as to why everyone's so sure that I had died?"

"We didn't know until we returned to headquarters, and that was because Panacea was so distraught." Vista said. "The Director seems to be avoiding us at the moment, probably afraid to face me because I was right."

"Which means we're about as in the dark as you are." Aegis said.

"Okay, lovebirds!" Clockblocker declared, causing both of us to jump. "Esprit's not going anywhere, so making a sandwich can wait. There's Merchants to process and a mystery afoot."

Amy fixed a harsh glare on the Ward and I could feel her Spirit Energy roiling under her skin. It had been building into a crescendo ever since I arrived and it felt like she might pop at any moment. It was probably a good thing she lacked the ability to project it outwards because she would likely resemble a blazing inferno at this point. It wasn't an angry sensation however, it was something less hostile but no less dangerous.

"Clock, if you don't drop it with those jokes, I will give you the absolute worst period cramps."

The Ward went so still that I would have sworn he had used his ability on his own suit. For all I knew, he actually had. There were muffled laughs from throughout the room as space distorted and Vista casually stepped a dozen feet to be right beside us.

"Can you actually do that?" Vista asked in a stage whisper. Amy nodded with a mischievous look. "Alright, how much to do that while also giving him the worst case of acne ever come school picture day?"

Amy snorted, but her eyes never left Clockblocker. "For you Vista, consider it on the house."

I could hear Clockblocker gulp even from across the room. I shared a glance with Vista and mouthed 'one of us' before verbalizing it. The young Ward joined my chant followed by Amy and Vicky. Aegis and Kid Win looked at each other and shrugged.

They would probably need to assign Clockblocker a mover rating with how quickly he fled the lobby and we all broke down into laughter. Holding Amy close, I couldn't help but think how nice it was to feel like I was welcome somewhere, like I belonged. It was nice to be able to just sit back and laugh with those I cared about.

The moment didn't last long enough though. I sensed Director Calvert's arrival before I saw him, his peculiar Spirit Energy standing out amongst his PRT escort. Calvert's eyes swept the room and I could see the exact moment he recognized me as his face turned ashen. He wasted little time in approaching me despite my current entanglement.

"Esprit… I had been informed that you perished." Director Calvert said.

"Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated." I said with some amusement. Amy chuckled at my reference and I took that as a sign that she was calming down. Ever so gently I disentangled her from me and sat up. Her hand clutched mine and I heard her suck in a breath, within seconds the ache in my chest was gone. "If mistakes like that are to be the norm, it does make me question future cooperation with your organization."

Director Calvert at the very least had the decency to wince. "My apologies Esprit. This shouldn't have happened but someone has made a grievous error. I will endeavour to prevent further mistakes of this caliber."

"This wasn't a simple mistake." Amy said with venom on her lips. "You declared her dead with absolute certainty, just who the hell fucked up to this degree?"

"The call came across my coms, I remember it clearly. Esprit was killed when fighting a new Merchant Cape, her body was retrieved and I ordered the retreat." Director Calvert paused then winced and gripped his head. My eyes narrowed at the sudden panic in his eyes. "I'll have our console operators pull up the logs from tonight to check for discrepancies. We were suffering losses from Lung's rampage and I had to make a decision in the moment, it is possible I acted on bad information."

"What do you mean by suffering losses?" Vista demanded, suddenly appearing beside the Director. "You told us we didn't need to help them! Who got hurt because I wasn't there!"

"Vista, please calm down." Director Calvert said, holding up his hands in a placative gesture. "There haven't been any deaths, and none of the Protectorate Capes were severely injured."

"Someone from New Wave then?" Vista growled. "What, since they aren't one of us they just don't matter? First you have us leave Esprit behind and now this? I never imagined someone could actually be more callous than Piggy."

"It isn't your job to worry about the bigger picture, it's mine. Anyone injured is my responsibility, and so I have to deal with the consequences of my actions." Director Calvert sighed then turned to his second in command. "Do you recall hearing differently on your own communication feeds?"

"I do sir." He confirmed. "A call from Aegis was made about Esprit leaving the main battlefield in pursuit of a Cape, you called the retreat shortly after."

"That matches the report that Aegis gave me. It pains me to say this but I may have been compromised since my experience is the odd one out. Deputy Director Renick, you're in command while I undergo Master Stranger screening. Have Armsmaster go over our communications systems for any breeches once he returns. Hopefully this is something as simple as a hacked com line, but I want all my bases covered to ensure this remains an isolated incident regardless. Leave no stones unturned until we know exactly what happened tonight."

"Yes sir." Deputy Director Renick said as he gestured for two troopers to escort Director Calvert away.

Before the troopers led him away, he paused and looked me in the eye. "I truly am sorry for what happened tonight, Esprit. I know it isn't any consolation, but I am glad to see you're alright."

As I watched them walk away, with the Wards trailing off behind him I leaned in close to Amy. "Well, if that wasn't the biggest cop out I've ever seen. Why do I get the distinct impression that they just covered up something major?" My voice was below a whisper, to the point I was barely moving air. "Could you sense Calvert?"

Amy nodded. "Yes, his Spirit Energy was off… That distortion reminds me of how most Parahumans feel, but somehow darker. I'm pretty sure I saw him have what seemed like a Thinker headache as well"

I gave a subtle nod. "Should we report this?"

"Not yet." Amy said quickly. "You would have to explain exactly how you knew, and having an ability to sense Parahumans would bring a lot of attention you don't want right now."

I winced at that thought. "Nevermind the shit show that would erupt if they learned you also had the ability."

"I can already hear the cries of Teacher 2.0 as they railroad you into the Birdcage."

There was no doubt my face blanched at the idea of that. "Yeah, we're definitely sitting on this for now. I'll sic Genkai on him instead, and once we have a better grasp on his abilities and motives, then we can figure out the appropriate response."

"Yeah, a measured approach is probably for the best right now." Amy giggled and I couldn't help but smile even if I didn't quite get it. Still, her laugh did wonders for my spirits. "I'm just glad Genkai's on our side."

I snorted. "I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing for our health or not."

It was at that moment the lobby door was slammed open as the Protectorate and adult members of New Wave rushed in with several injured. Manpower was carrying a bloodied Brandish bridal style while Assault limped alongside them with Battery supporting him. Miss Militia only had her arm in a makeshift sling, but Armsmaster's armor was scorched to hell and back and Crystal had a new haircut courtesy of some flames. Then there was Gallant, his armor looking like he had lost a fight with a can opener. Dauntless, Velocity, Flashbang and Lady Photon seemed to be worn but otherwise healthy.

"Mom!" Vicky shouted and took to the air. The PRT's medical team was already in motion, equipment being hauled into place to convert the lobby into a makeshift triage.

"Holy hell." Amy muttered with wide eyes as I helped her to her feet and we hurried over to help the arriving injured. Manpower placed Brandish on one of the beds that had been brought down from the infirmary.

"What happened out there?" Aegis asked. "I heard it was bad but this…"

"The Empire intended to put Lung down." Armsmaster said despite his burns. Even his trademarked facial hair had been scorched away. "Lung survived the initial gambit, he killed Menja to prove their mistake in underestimating him and the fight escalated. Hookwolf led him away so they could retreat with their wounded but he led him right into our faces, blindsiding us."

Assault groaned as Battery sat him down in a chair, the side of his costume was growing dark with blood. "The murder blender ran my happy ass over on his way out. Left us to deal with a pissed off rage dragon while he ran away with his tail between his legs."

"Nearly leaving you legless in the process." Battery noted.

"Now I just need a bow to make the new nickname stick." Assault said with a pained chuckle. "It wouldn't be far off from the first time I called you Puppy."

"Say one more word about that and I'll finish the job Hookwolf started and then some." Battery hissed while poking his unwounded side.

"Fuck, just fuck." Amy said loud enough to draw all attention back to her. She had a hand on Carol's cheek and I could feel her Spirit Energy flaring in near panic. I hurried over and upon closer inspection saw that Carol wasn't breathing. "Both lungs collapsed, full cardiac arrest, organs nearly shut down, higher brain functions already failing… I'm not sure I can save her."

"Get her heart and lungs working first, keep her blood oxygenated." I said as I settled in beside Amy, she began to say something but I cut her off. "I know how you feel about her, but not like this."

"Taylor."

"Amy, don't. If you give in and let her die, you would never forgive yourself. This isn't who you are, you can still save her."

"Fine." Amy said and I could feel Carol's core vitality stabilised within seconds. Her health slowly started to improve as her arms and legs withered away to skin and bone. Less than a minute later Carol was breathing under her own power and her Spirit Energy had stabilized. "She still has some minor brain degradation from being without oxygen for so long. I'm not entirely sure how much it will affect her until she wakes up, if she ever does."

"No hidden surprises?" I asked softly, Amy shook her head and I pulled her into a side hug. "Good job Ames, I'm proud of you."

"I didn't do it for her." Was all Amy said as she pulled away, stood and moved off to check on Assault next. I nodded to Vicky as she moved off to stay close to her sister since I needed to lance this particular boil instead.

"What was that about?" Manpower asked as I watched Amy work on the Protectorate capes. "I got the impression she was about to let her mother die."

"Carol has no right to be called her mother." I snapped, then forced in a calming breath. "That woman nearly pushed Amy to a breaking point with her negligence. Carol should consider herself lucky that I didn't kill her myself that night in her office when I found out."

"The hell?" Lady Photon said. Apparently all of New Wave had clustered around us while I was distracted. "This sounds so much worse than a simple falling out over discovering who her father was."

Before I could respond, Shielder cut in. "Are you telling us that Aunt Carol was why she almost burned out?"

"She was supposed to fucking tell me long before things got this bad." Lady Photon hissed. "Dammit, I should have paid more attention and been there for Amy so she would feel safe to confide this type of thing with me."

"Yes, you should have." I agreed. "Too late for that now, the damage is already done."

"How long have you known?" Lady Photon asked me with a fair bit of heat to her words. Enough to make Vicky pull back and float away. She didn't miss that and her head snapped to focus on her niece. "You knew as well? Why am I the last to hear about these things? I could have done something! I could have called a therapist to get on the next available flight if someone had just said something."

"There were other factors involved." I said, standing to meet her cold gaze. I could feel the anger bubbling off her core, and it was all directed at me, something inside me snapped and words spilled out. "Amy has a lot of issues, none of which are my place to discuss and I would appreciate it if you kept your fucking voice down while in earshot of half the damn Protectorate."

By the end of my rant my aura had responded with vigor, cobalt light trailing off of me and up to the ceiling of the multi-storied lobby. Everyone except Amy was staring at me by this point but I simply didn't give a damn..

"Your family has done enough damage, unless she invites you, do us a favor and stay away." I said as I returned to Amy's side where she was patching up Armsmaster.

Assault let out a low whistle as he approached. "Damn kid, hell of a speech to drop on everyone."

"Yes, it was." Amy said softly. "I appreciate you sticking up for me like that, it's sweet of you, but that was a little overkill, could you tone it down some? I'd like a chance to handle things myself and you've been playing up the white knight angle a bit too much."

I wanted to refute her point, but I really couldn't. I had been taking point on her family issues and just assumed it was helping things. Maybe at first I was, but Amy was growing stronger, finding confidence I had never possessed before. If I kept this up I would simply be smothering her, stunting that growth.

"Alright, I'll switch to more of a support role on that front." I said and patted her shoulder rather than following through on the first impulsive thought that raced through my mind. "Sorry if I overstepped."

I found myself pulled into a near rib crushing hug, even with my enhancements. Amy relaxed her grip, but kept her hands on my shoulders, looking deep into my eyes. I could feel her on the edge of a decision, my throat grew tight, my mouth dried to the point I forced a swallow and wet my lips. Even feeling every eye in the room on us, I didn't quite care at that moment. With a deep breath, Amy finally spoke.

"We need to talk."


Author's Notes:

Oh Amy, why do you do this to us? You know how dangerous those words are, especially given the night you've had...

So, the rewrites are all drafted and aside from some minor edits, all four should go live within the next week or so. I plan to post them individually so people can comment on them and so on, then once all four are updated I'll reorganize the threadmarks and roll it out officially. These four chapters won't count towards the usual update rate.
 
Surprised to be Dead 1.1 Rewrite
January 4th, 2011

I couldn't feel my limbs. Even though I knew I was trembling for warmth, all sensation in my extremities had long since fled. I was glad for that, given how mangled my hands were after trying to beat my way out, to hopefully make enough noise that someone would be forced to notice. I should have known better, Sophia had been right, nobody gave a damn about me.

The bugs, which had once been biting away at every scratch, had now succumbed to the inevitable, like some sick canary fortelling my doom. Those that dug their way into my flesh had managed to forstall their own demise by leeching off my dwindling body heat, but that only meant that they were simply the last to die. Well, second to last. I was looking forward to it, a release from this hell that I had been trapped in.

It was so obvious in hindsight, as soon as the smell hit me I should have simply walked away. The universe had given me plenty of time to regret that decision before my inevitable death. I could feel the darkness creeping in on the edges of my consciousness, I wouldn't have to suffer much longer.

I knew nobody was coming for me; the news had said we would get a light dusting of snow at most, but after the first class, it was obvious we were in for so much worse. By the end of the second, they announced that all classes for the day were being canceled and we would be sent home. I knew this because I'd heard all the announcements from inside my locker, Emma had made sure I stayed updated through the day.

Both of them had come to say goodbye as school let out, Sophia had come by first, telling me that pain was just weakness leaving my body, one of her favorite taunts. I couldn't help but wonder if I was dying because there was nothing left inside me but weakness, and with that gone I was nothing but a shrivelled corpse.

She told me that Emma would be by later to let me out, so long as I asked nicely. For a while I thought that she had lied, that Emma wouldn't come, I almost wished she hadn't.

Her fingers knocked gently against the metal, her trilling voice echoed in my ear. Even now her words stuck with me, a twisted reminder of who she used to be. She offered to let me out, just as Sophia had promised she would. She made me beg, and I obligated her. I pleaded, I cried and she walked away. Her parting shot was a comment about how pathetic I was. How I deserved to suffer for it. That those would be the last words I would ever hear spoken. Words from the girl that had once been my best friend.

The darkness was cloying, tempting me with its embrace. I knew oblivion was close at hand, and after everything, it was oh so tempting to just give in. I wasn't going to escape, nobody was coming to help, I was out of tears to shed and I was just so damn tired. Maybe, just maybe, things would be better without me…


Destination.


Agreeme… Error… Connection Interrupted.



"Taylor? Taylor Hebert?"


The darkened hallways of Winslow greeted me like an old nemesis. Even in the dead of night and devoid of all others, there was no mistaking where I was. More importantly, there was no mistaking where I wasn't! Behind me sat my locker, unopened. I wasn't trapped anymore, I wasn't in pain. Looking down at my hands there were none of the injuries I had sustained, and I could feel my fingers as I flexed them!

I couldn't help but squeal for joy and jump up into the air, only to simply stay floating. This time I laughed, as I tumbled and attempted to regain my bearings. I was actually flying and it was everything I had imagined it to be! It took me a few moments to figure it out, but soon I was flying down the empty hall and towards the stairs for the roof access.

I burst through the door without slowing, yelling out in triumph as I didn't even feel it give under my new abilities. I'd never felt so incredible as I shot into the night sky, climbing through the snow as it fell. I couldn't feel the cold even as I shot above the cloudline. The clear sky and bright stars were amazing even if no moon greeted me.

I wasn't sure how long I spent just enjoying the view, but I knew that this would become a regular occurrence now that I had powers. I had powers. I could be a Hero, I had to tell dad!

Turning back, I dove as fast as my powers allowed me, piercing the clouds I emerged into the blizzard at speed. I wasn't quite sure where I was, not being used to seeing the city from this perspective, but Medhall's main office stood out like a beacon. I could use it as a landmark, I circled around and found that familiar angle and flew off, towards the docks.

It took a lot of effort to not drop down to street level and race: fun as that might have been, I would have easily gotten lost, and Dad had to be worried about me. Finding a familiar street took less time than I expected considering they were buried under two feet or more of snow. Clearly I had been trapped for far longer than I had originally feared.

Pressing on, I found my neighborhood and dove down, landing on the street just in front of my house with a feather touch. The lights were still on, which boded well. At least dad wasn't sitting in the cold like I had been. I took my time to walk up to the steps, flexing my new abilities just enough to skip up to the porch in a single hop and reached out to knock, only for my hand to pass through the door.

Flight and the ability to pass through objects? There were so many possibilities for powers like those, I simply couldn't wait to go out and be a Hero. The living room light was on and dad was camped out on the sofa, I couldn't help but cringe when I saw the empty beer cans strewn about. Dad was staring blankly ahead at the TV, an infomercial playing to an audience that had long since checked out.

"Oh dad." I muttered and hurried over to where he could see me. "I'm home!"

He didn't respond. I stepped forward and waved my hand past his face with no sign of movement. He didn't even blink. I hadn't thought dad to be one to sleep with his eyes open. I rolled my own eyes and reached out to grab his shoulders, only for my hands to once again pass through. Okay, not a big deal, I just needed to learn how to turn that part of my powers off, maybe it was one of those weird abilities that let you go unnoticed.

Try as I might, I couldn't figure out the off switch for my power. I could fly at will, but making myself able to interact with dad just wasn't happening. Worse, when I'd gone to get something to drink I couldn't even turn the faucet on nor pick up a glass. I was starting to get worried that if I stayed like this, I wouldn't live much longer.

"Okay, talking to dad can wait. I should probably go to the PRT, they should be able to help me." I spoke aloud, more to psyche myself up than anything.

I didn't want to go to the heroes, they would want me in the Wards and that just seemed like far more teenage drama than I wanted in my life. Given how much of that I had endured since starting high school, I just wanted an escape from it all. I found myself pacing across the living room, muttering under my breath when a throat clearing behind me caused me to freeze. More so because dad was right there on the couch, not having moved since my arrival.

I turned slowly, as if that would somehow make whatever had snuck up on me any less real, only to be greeted by what had to be one of the weirdest things I had ever seen, and I had seen Newter in person once on the Boardwalk.

A young woman with pink hair tied up in a ponytail was seated on a floating oar of all things, wearing a red kimono with blue trim. She was watching me with a smirk plastered across her face as I forced down every urge I had to scream.

"Taylor Hebert, correct?" She asked with a pleasant sounding voice. I nodded, though it felt stilted. "I had hoped you would figure things out on your own, but I am a busy girl. While I was willing to let you have your fun flying about, simply wasting time here isn't helping matters."

I wasn't sure what exactly she meant by that but I was wary of the strange woman that had suddenly appeared in my home. Worse, she knew my name and had apparently been following me for some time if she had seen me flying.

"Wait, you can see me?" I asked, the realization hitting me like a brick. "How can you see me if dad can't?"

The pink haired woman sighed and shook her head. "Things would have been so much simpler if you had just peeked inside the locker… Taylor, you're dead."

What?

"You never made it out of the locker." The woman continued but I didn't really hear her as the world fell out from under me. My prayer to die had actually been answered, but after flying around so happy and free, I had wanted to live. It figured that the universe had one final, sick joke to play on me before I entered oblivion.

"Taylor, I need you to focus here." I thought I had heard something, but what did it matter if I was dead? There was nothing to look forward to, no hero career like I had dreamed of, just the end. "Taylor, your father is going to die."

Every thought swirling through my head ground to a sudden halt, my attention now firmly on her pink hair, unable to bring myself to look into her bright brown eyes for more than a second before I had to look away.

"How could you possibly know that?" I asked, my voice sounding weak and hollow.

"The people I work for know many things Taylor, being the stewards of humanity's afterlife grants them some measure of insight into life and especially death. Without you to serve as his final anchor to the world, your father will end his own life the night of your funeral. His friend Kurt will find him in their guest bedroom less than an hour after."

"Why tell me this?" I asked through my now flowing tears. "Why rub it in my face that I failed the last person in the world to give a damn about me?"

"You need to understand the full implications of your death, so I'm here to help provide you context. Surely there are questions you had in life that you want answers to, for example, why those who did this to you were allowed to get away with it for so long."

"Does it matter?"

"If that is your outlook, does anything truly matter? Our lives are fleeting things, enjoying what we have with the time we are given, even in your case, there were positives in your life at some point and there could have been again. To say otherwise suggests that everyone should just give up and disappear."

"So, what? You want me to visit Emma like some ghosts of Christmas past kind of thing?" I asked. "As cathartic as haunting her sounds, what would be the point?"

"I do have an endgame in mind for all of this, I assure you, but for the moment I need you to indulge me."

I floated in silence for a moment. Would I really find some deeper meaning to my life if I did this? Would it actually be of benefit or is this just some fucked up punishment before they throw me into the depths of hell with a cackle. Did I really have anything to lose if that was their goal? At worst I would get more answers I didn't like, but maybe, just maybe I might get some closure.

"Fine, I'll play along."

"Excellent." She said and reached out for my hand. Gingerly, I accepted it. That turned out to be a mistake as she shot off through our wall and into the night sky like an old bat out of hell.

Absently, through the sheer terror of the sudden acceleration, I noticed I had been screaming. It was silly, I was dead, no amount of sudden g-forces or a surprise fall back to earth would kill me, or even mildly inconvenience me. I could fly on my own in the event I did fall. Before I could put thoughts to action and stifle my panic, she turned down into a sudden dive, renewing my outburst as she angled us towards a familiar home.

We came to a sudden, dead stop just outside Emma's bedroom window where I could see her laying in bed, animatedly speaking to no one. The woman gestured towards the window, an invitation. I swallowed, which really didn't serve a purpose anymore, and passed through the window.

Trilling laughter washed over me and I had to force down the rising fear and anger at the sound. It was the same laugh I had heard as she walked away, when she left me to die. I wanted to lash out, but there was nothing I could do but float and listen.

Sophia's voice jolted me out of the moment. "I just wish I could have seen Hebert's face when she dumped out of the locker. Please tell me you got pictures, Ems."

Even without a flesh and blood heart, my chest tightened at hearing Sophia call my former best friend by the nickname I had given her. It brought up feelings of longing and regret that I thought had long since died, though with my being dead as well…

"I knew I forgot to do something." Emma said. "I'm sure it isn't hard to imagine though, given how pathetic little Taylor could be."

"Oh yeah, I've got a pretty vivid mental image." Sophia said, chuckling for a moment. "Still would have been nice to be able to see the real thing."

"I'm sure someone will have pictures of her walk of shame to show you when school starts back up." Emma said, then snickered to herself. She knew, she fucking knew that I was still in there and was expecting me to still be there when they went back? Was she really that stupid? Even without the cold, the bugs and my injuries, I would have died of thirst within the next day regardless. Did she not understand that?

"Did you intend to kill me?" I asked, though I knew she couldn't hear me. "Was what I did really worth doing all of this to me? Did my confession truly disgust you so much?" I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, the pink haired woman floating beside me as I wept.

"Here's hoping." Sophia said cheerfully. "I should get going, I've got a patrol soon with the brat and Kid, can't have them writing me up for being late."

"Alright, go be a hero." Emma said, though my mind had locked up once again. Had I still had blood flowing, I would have likely been growing paler by the moment. Pity I couldn't black out from hyperventilating anymore, it would have been better than the sudden pit forming in my stomach as so many inconsistencies began to shift into focus. "I'm going to try and get some sleep, message me if anything interesting happens."

"Can do, talk to you later survivor." The line went dead and Emma tossed the phone aside, hopping up and heading for the bathroom. The shower started moments later.

I was shaking, I noticed. Not out of fear or pain, but in anger. It couldn't be true, Sophia couldn't be a hero. There's simply no way they would let her get away with everything she had done, but at the same time it made a sickening sort of sense. Taylor was normal, she was nothing. Just a plaything to keep the important hero happy.

"I need to know." I whispered. "I need to see it for myself."

"Very well." She said, and took my hand once more.

This time I didn't scream at the sudden acceleration, nor the dive down into the PRT building, through the various floors and into what appeared to be a very comfortable communal living space. We weren't alone, several teenagers in costumes, but sans masks sat around a table.

I recognized Triumph, who had graduated to the Protectorate just a week prior going over something with Aegis, since he was the new leader of the Wards it likely had something to do with their passing the torch. I noted Kid Win, Clockblocker and Vista also seated around the table. Kid win seemed twitchy, but Clockblocker and Vista just appeared dejected.

"Do we have to take Sophia?" Vista asked, all but confirming my fears. "The bitch is just going to ditch us anyway."

"Sorry Missy." Aegis said without looking up. "Dean's on patrol with Assault right now, and Dennis is stuck on Console duty for another two weeks."

"Yay me." Clockblocker said with a twirl of his finger. "Not my fault PR can't spin a good joke."

"I wonder if I could find a seminar for you to sit through on acceptable humor in a professional setting." Aegis said. "If not, they might just create one just for you. A boring, eight hour, mandatory seminar voiced by the most monotone speaker they can find."

"No, anything but the Bueller treatment!" Clockblocker said, gripping his chest. "You wound me so, mon capitaine."

"Would you hurry up and grow up already?" A familiar voice called out, I turned, hesitant to confirm what I already knew. Sophia, in Shadow Stalker's costume, her costume, stood there, mask in hand and hood down. "I can't believe you can still be such a child after living in this city. At least the brat tries to act the part."

An argument broke out, but I was done listening, I knew everything I needed to know. Sophia was Shadow Stalker, a Ward, a Hero. Vista's comment and Sophia's own words were enough for me to know that they knew how she was and still let her go out and pretend to be good. I was back under the night sky, flying away before I realised it.

I don't know what compelled me to return to Winslow, but I found myself slumped against my locker, sobbing. I was vaguely aware of when the oar riding woman found me, but she mercifully left me to my own thoughts, chaotic as they were.

"What was the point of all that?" I finally asked. "Did you just want to rub it in my face how hopeless life had been for me? The school was never going to listen to me, no matter what proof I had. Even the fucking heroes kept her around, fully knowing she was a heartless bitch. No wonder Emma ditched me, she finally had a real hero in her life, while all I could do was play pretend."

"I'm not omniscient, Taylor. I simply gave you the opportunity to discover things for yourself."

"Well yay for me." I said, trying and failing to hit my head on the locker. "Well, I'm ready to go now, at the very least I can see Mom again."

The woman let out a tired sigh and shook her head. "Annette has already passed on. I'm sorry, but the only way you could see her would be to pass on yourself." She seemed to hesitate. "Annette didn't want to go. She begged me to let her stay but it was her time. She visited you as you slept. Just before I took her to Spirit World. She told you she loved you and wished you happiness. If this is a way for me to actually fulfil her final wish, well, let's just say I don't get that opportunity very often."

I could remember that dream, and felt my tears well up anew knowing it had been real, that Mom had cared enough about me to visit before she passed on. "Then let me cross over already, get me away from this hell world of suffering."

"I'm afraid I can't do that just yet." She said, "I have an offer to make to you first."

"What? Is this the point where you offer me reincarnation into another world?" I scoffed. "Greg says that trope's all the rage over on Aleph."

The woman snorted. "Heavens no, I wouldn't dream of offering you reincarnation. Normally this offer wouldn't be made, but circumstances here are hardly normal you see." I gave her a flat look, urging her to get to the point. She just rolled her eyes. "Fine, be that way. You, Taylor Hebert, as of one week ago weren't meant to die today. Your death was moved up by a considerable amount for some unknown reason that has my boss in a complete panic.

"You see, in two years time there will be a disaster on a level never before seen. Over one trillion deaths, across thousands of earths, all brought to a sudden halt through unknown means. I have been on Earth Bet for many years now attempting to learn the reason for this. Seven days ago I received an urgent call from Koenma, ruler of the Spirit World, about a sudden shift in that model. The deaths no longer come to that sudden stop, they now continue indefinitely until all Earths simply cease."

"That is horrifying." I said, trying to wrap my head around so many lost lives. "Why tell me though? I'm nobody but you're treating me like someone important."

"Because Taylor, you are." She said with a weak smile. "When this change was noticed, everyone spent every waking moment trying to find the catalyst for the change in fate. Only one discrepancy was found. You."

"Wait a second." It couldn't be true. "Are you saying that I wasn't supposed to die in there?" I gestured to my locker, where I knew my body still rested, frozen.

"No, the record in your file said that you only spent a few hours in the locker before a janitor cut you free. You would have gone on to have a very successful career thanks to your new powers, and eventually participated in the coming struggle that has our best psychics stumped."

"And now that I'm dead, the battle will be lost." I concluded. "You're saying that my death…"

"Doomed the multiverse to destruction. Well, humanity's place in it at least." She paused. "This is why Koenma is making a special exception in your case. Normally, a single resurrection requires an enormous investment of resources, they aren't offered to just anyone. It has been decided that given the chances that your return to life might have an impact on things to come, you should be given the choice to try."

"How can I be so important? I'm nobody."

"You sell yourself short, but should you take this offer, I'll be there to guide you. You'll have the full backing that the Spirit World can provide in this situation, which is less than usual but not insignificant."

"Why should I take this offer? It sounds like I'll just spend my days suffering even further until my inevitable death in two years."

"If nothing else, you would save your father. Without your death he should find the strength to continue on in life." The woman hesitated. "You would also gain abilities with near limitless potential as part of this offer." At my disbelieving look she pressed on. "Those who have known death are closer to their spiritual side, and with proper training you could learn to use abilities not dissimilar from the Capes of your world."

Did I actually want that? Just an hour earlier I was the happiest I had been in years, flying through the city with barely a care, only for the afterlife to rip it all away from me. Did I really want to go back to living, just to suffer? Dad would die, but then he would be with Mom again, we would be a family once more. Was it really fair for me to make that decision for him?

It was an incredible burden and yet… I would have powers, what kind I wasn't sure of just yet, but it would be a chance to be a Hero. An actual Hero, not a fake like Sophia, or the ones that enabled her. I could forge my own path, do things my way, live up to my own ideals, not those of some desk bound elected official who had never seen hell. It was a chance to help my city, to help my dad reclaim what had been lost. A chance to prove to everyone that I could make a difference, that I wasn't worthless.

"I… I'll do it." I said weakly, unsure of my own resolve. "If it means Dad won't suffer, I'll go back. I don't care about the rest, but being there for him? Even if he wasn't there for me as much as he should have been, he doesn't deserve to suffer further because of me."

"Very well, please brace yourself and try not to panic when you wake back up." She placed a hand on my sternum and a thumb between my eyes.

A thought occurred to me as her hands started to glow. "I never did get your name."

She chuckled as the glow intensified. "Genkai."

The glow washed over me, forcing my eyes closed as everything went white.


Author's Notes:

Part one of my rewrite project. Once everything has been posted in this fashion I'll roll out updated threadmarks to make it official, but until then... Lots of additional bunnies result from the changes after all. Enjoy!
 
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Surprised to be Dead 1.2 Rewrite
January 4th, 2011


I awoke with a shuddering gasp and immediately regretted it, the smell taking the breath from my lungs. Hacking coughs racked through my body, what bile was in my stomach came up which only served to make my coughing worse. I lashed out, slamming my hands against the back wall of my locker, kicking back against the door. My yell echoed the pain lancing up my arms.

"Taylor."

I was still in the locker. Had all of that just been a fever dream from when I blacked out? Just how fucked up was my head if that was the sort of fever dream I would have while trapped in a maggot infested coffin? Every breath was a rotten hell, but I couldn't control it anymore than I could control the thundering of my own heart.

"Taylor!"

I was going to die. Again! Maybe this was simply another vivid nightmare like the last and I would feel every scratch and bite all over again before I died. Perhaps I had already died and this was to be my hell, spiralling in a loop between torture and brief salvation until my mind was destroyed completely.

"TAYLOR ANNE HEBERT!"

I froze. The voice had been achingly familiar but in a tone I hadn't heard during my dream. The voice hadn't come from outside the locker either, it had been right next to my face, but my ear wasn't ringing. It hadn't been a physical noise, but I could hear it all the same. I did my best to turn my head and started back all of two inches before I hit the locker wall. A face was phased through part of the locker, just enough to be inside it with me, the face of the woman I had seen from my death vision. The face of Genkai.

"Breathe." Genkai commanded, and I gulped down the toxic air.

"I wasn't dreaming?" I asked, forcing down the urge to vomit again. "I actually died?"

"You did." Genkai answered. "Now, to avoid a repeat of that, I will need your express permission to help you out of this mess. Do I have it?"

"What kind of help?" I found myself asking, wishing I could slap my forehead at the stupidity of not taking the offered 'get out of coffin free' card, but I had read enough fairytales to know better than to just offer up a blanket permission to a clearly supernatural being. "Sorry, I just need to know."

"That's quite alright, time isn't going to be pressing again for another few hours regardless." Genkai sighed, which was weird as hell when I could only see part of her face. "I'll be blunt, I'm going to possess you. Spirit World law requires me to get consent before doing so after a less than savory incident about a decade ago involving a rookie reaper who didn't know any better."

"Sounds like a mess." I said, then winced. "Speaking of messes, I give you my permission to help me out of this one."

"Very well, this is going to be uncomfortable." Genkai warned. "You will also remain conscious of everything happening, another concession caused by that incident."

I gulped just imagining that much, she was essentially going to Master me, turn me into a puppet. For all I knew it was all a ploy to gain a physical body, but for some reason I trusted the strange woman. It wasn't like I had many other choices at the moment so I steeled myself for what she was about to do and nodded.

"I'm ready."

Genkai reached out and I felt warmth surge through me as I slipped into the background of my own body. My breathing slowed, my heart calmed and I found myself taking a measured breath.

"I apologize, again." My voice said, but it wasn't me controlling the words. "I'm going to use a technique that draws upon your latent Spirit Energy, which has awoken rather nicely since your revival. You aren't used to using it, and coaching you would have taken far too much time."

Even as my voice spoke Genkai's words, I could feel the warmth surging as a subtle cobalt light began to blossom within the locker. Her hand rested flat against the back wall, the glow around it intensifying by the moment. At the same time, I felt something surge from deep within me. Warm and sending my nerves into tingles, it worked its way down my arm and into my now glowing hand. In the back of my mind I felt something spark, sending concepts and ideas racing past just out of my grasp.

Power erupted all around me with an explosion of force unlike anything I had ever experienced, I could feel the back of the locker give way under my fingers as the energy surged forth. Debris fell all around as the dust whipped away in the torrent of energy that had engulfed me. I could feel exhaustion creeping in along the edges as if something deep within had been hollowed out, made empty by Genkai's actions. She took a step forward, through where the wall had once been and into the ruins of a demolished classroom, the cold winter air whipping in through the now missing wall.

"I think I overdid it." She said through my lips. "How clumsy of me, though it has been over a decade since I had a physical body. It would seem my control has faltered somewhat."

That was putting it mildly, though I couldn't help but wonder how truthful that statement was given the smirk on my lips as she said it. Genkai turned my head to look back at the remains of the locker, most of the filth was still nearby, mixed with the debris of over a dozen lockers and a large portion of the ceiling, which was also exposed to the elements now. She had destroyed a significant chunk of Winslow enacting my escape, I couldn't help the surge of vindictive glee I felt at seeing the destruction. No matter what, school wouldn't be resuming anytime soon.

"I'm going to try and find you someplace safe before I release control back to you." Genkai made me say. "Your body is still frail at the moment and the strain I put upon your limited Spirit Energy would lead to you blacking out long before you found safety."

I wanted to answer her, but I lacked the options to do so. Instead I had to watch as my body surveyed the damages, then felt all my senses focus on a single point within the storm. As far as I could tell there wasn't anything there, but on the edge of my awareness something brushed against it, a pressure I couldn't quite pinpoint, and it was growing stronger by the moment.

It was then that I felt something completely different wash over me, only for it to be cut off by a sudden surge of that same warmth from earlier. I could feel my muscles tense the way they did anytime Sophia made her presence known, my body was anticipating violence. It didn't take long for the source of Genkai's apparent tension to break through the storm, her white skirt and golden hair whipping in the wind of the howling blizzard. Her outfit looked far too cold for the weather, even with the leggings she wore under the skirt. Glory Girl, member of the independant Hero team New Wave, was just feet in front of me in all her, well, glory. She must have been close enough to see or hear when the locker exploded to have responded so quickly.

"Identify yourself!" She shouted over the wind. "You've attacked a school, not even the Empire is that brazen." She seemed to pause, her head tilting slightly as she looked me over, then her eyes went wide. "Shit, um, Dean, I might have a fresh trigger on my hands here."

I couldn't hear if there was a reply back, but I watched as her feet touched the ground and she held up her hands to show she was unarmed. A lot of good that did, especially when she could bench press a bus.

"Are you alright?" She asked, eyeing my clothes. "You seem to be injured, and covered in blood. I can get you to someone who can help. Will you let me?"

My head nodded and I fell back, landing in a seated position as I felt the warmth withdrawing. Soon, I was back in the forefront of my own mind and in full control. I shuddered violently as the cold hit me full force, whatever Genkai had been doing to ward it off was no longer present to provide comfort against the elements.

"Sorry about that Taylor." Genkai said as she floated between us. I could feel my eyes growing heavier by the moment. "Maintaining everything as I was, it was putting a dangerous strain on your energy. I recognize Glory Girl from some of my prior visits to Brockton Bay, you're in good hands." Her hand brushed my cheek, though I couldn't feel it. "Know that I'll be close when you wake, and if necessary, I'll help you again should you find yourself trapped once more. You're safe now."

I tried to say something, but I was too weak, the words wouldn't come. I instead found myself falling forward and into the darkness.


~~~


Visions of something impossibly large flitted through my mind, fractal and seemingly without end, ebbing and flowing through one plane and into the next. With them came the ideas, possibilities I couldn't comprehend the scale of, their nature beyond my understanding. Then I felt the weight of something new focus its attention on me.


[CURIOSITY]


I jolted awake, my head now throbbing as the vestiges of my dream slipped away. I reached up to grip my head only to find a pressure being exerted on my arm. I forced my eyes open and immediately regretted it, the brightness stabbing at me like needles. Someone in white robes bearing a red cross stood over me, their face masked underneath a concealing hood. It took me longer than I would have liked to admit to recognize one of the most famous capes in Brockton Bay. Panacea.

"Well, as you can see she's awake and in good health if a bit dehydrated and malnourished, she will need to eat extra for the next few days and avoid sugary drinks." Panacea said, pulling her ungloved hand away from my arm. "If it's all the same, I'd like to get back to healing actual critical patients rather than a charity case you found on patrol."

"Aww, don't be like that Ames." I turned my head just enough to see the other voice, Glory Girl. "You know I couldn't just leave the poor girl out in the middle of that blizzard."

"Yeah, yeah…" Panacea muttered. "I'll be in the ER if you need me for something other than healing a few cuts and bruises."

As she exited she glanced back towards me, but not at me directly, before turning and closing the door behind her. I took the effort to turn my head and saw Genkai hovering on her oar right where the healer had been looking. I wanted to think more on that subject but I was distracted by the sound of someone knocking at the door before it swung back open.

"Panacea said the patient was awake." An almost metallic voice said as a tall figure in literal shining armor walked in, looking like he could have come straight out of an Arthurian legend. "We were hoping she would be lucid enough to answer some questions."

Glory Girl glanced back at me and gave me a sad smile. "Could you give us a minute Gallant? Need to have a moment of girl talk first." She turned and pushed the armored man out of the room to his sputtered protests, then shut the door once more.

Next thing I knew I was being pulled up and into a tight hug, my entire body went rigid at the sudden embrace even as I felt the heat of a blush forming. "Sorry." Glory Girl whispered and helped me back down into a reclined position. Despite whatever Panacea had done for me, my entire body felt as though it were made of lead. "You just really looked like you needed one of those."

"Thanks." I said, my voice hoarse. I couldn't even remember the last time someone had simply hugged me. "I'm just happy to be alive."

"That's a cheerful thought." Glory Girl said with a sad smile. "I haven't told anyone you're a cape yet, though I imagine Amy knows thanks to her power. If you don't want to tell the two outside, I'll help you cover."

Wow, that was… "Thank you, I just." I paused as I actually considered things.

Genkai had used those abilities, not me. I wasn't even sure I could do anything even approaching what she had demonstrated. Worse, they would try to get me to join the Wards, and Sophia was one of them. The last thing I wanted was to be forced to work alongside her. One of us would be dead before the first day was done, and I wasn't in a hurry to experience that a second time.

"I don't think they would pressure you, but they would be insistent." Glory Girl said. "I've been active for a few years and they still try to poach me on occasion even though Mom told them in no uncertain terms the full legal definition of the word 'no'."

I couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped, nor the raspy chuckles that followed. "Thanks for that Glory Girl, I needed a laugh."

She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Friends can call me Vicky."

"Pleasure to meet you, Vicky. I'm Taylor." I answered. "If your mom was so insistent, how do they keep pressuring you?"

"Well, I'm… Good friends with most of them, so there's the usual 'we would love it if you were around more often' talk." Vicky said then looked back towards the door. "There would be other advantages too, like college, I'd get a full scholarship to any public college I wanted to attend, not that many Wards actually follow through due to joining the Protectorate and suddenly making six figures a year."

I couldn't help that my eyes bulged at the thought of making that much money, it would take dad almost a decade to bring that much home. Vicky was watching me with calculating eyes, she knew I was tempted, but she was letting me work through my thoughts on my own.

"What's the catch?" I finally asked. "It sounds too good to be true."

She smiled, and I thought I saw a flicker of relief pass over her features. "Well, the government basically owns you and your entire brand. You'd have to follow orders even if you disagree with them. You're a soldier, despite what they say, it just doesn't involve as much killing as a more traditional soldier might be expected to carry out. Crystal turned down an offer from Alexandria herself because she realised that to continue her education, she would have to give up her entire social life outside of school or give up sleep if she wanted to make it work.

"As for me, I like being Glory Girl, and at this point I don't have a private life and there wouldn't be much the Wards, and eventually the Protectorate could do to help me with that. That would be the only draw for me, but I like being a Hero on my terms, not the government's."

That made a lot of sense, though, given how they let Sophia on the team I knew it wasn't the full story, but the money was definitely tempting. I needed to hear what they had to say first before I could make such a decision.

I also needed to talk to Genkai about so much, because holy fuck was that a revelation that she dropped on my shoulders. Who just tells a teenager that the fate of the world rested on their shoulders? Worse, I had already failed by dying. It was just too much for me, too many burdens and I just wasn't…

My vision shimmered and my breathing grew shallow, before I knew what was happening I had strong arms wrapped around me again. Wet, ugly tears flowed down my face and soaked into Vicky's shoulder as she traced gentle circles down my back.

"It was pretty bad, wasn't it?" She asked softly. I just nodded, it was all I could do. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Trigger events are rarely pretty, and even ones that seem easy often have underlying factors. Yours looked like it wasn't one of the easy ones, if the garbage I saw was any indication."

I just cried harder, all it took was dying for someone to give a damn, and it ended up being a perfect stranger at that. Nobody had cared, they all protected their precious track star, their secret hero. I had thought Emma was having her dad pull strings, apply pressure, which was probably true on some level, but the idea of Sophia being the golden child made more sense. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone would care now that I knew the truth. Would it even help me? Could I actually bring myself to trust someone?

A knock at the door startled me out of my thoughts as the door was pushed open without preamble and the armored knight stepped back in. I tried to pull back but Vicky gave me another gentle squeeze before she broke the hug. That seemed to give the armored hero pause as his gait faltered for a moment. Laughter echoed behind him as a red clad man followed behind.

"Getting a little jealous there?" The red cape asked. "I get it, two girls hugging and all close and obviously consoling, it does paint a very interesting picture." I could practically feel his eyebrows waggle as he stressed the word.

"Knock it off Assault. You know we don't have the time anymore." Gallant said before turning towards me. "Sorry, something came up so we're being pressured to fast track this."

"More like a total shitshow if you ask me." Assault said, rubbing the back of his helmet. "So fairly typical for government work."

"All we need is a short statement and we'll be out of your hair for a while, since this crisis isn't likely to just blow over tonight." Gallant said as Assault pulled out a pen and paper and a light began flashing on Gallant's helm. "Do I have your consent to record this conversation?"

I looked at Vicky but she only shrugged. I turned back to the Heroes and nodded. "Sure, I don't mind."

"Very well, today is January fifth, twenty eleven and the time is twelve thirty seven am. Gallant and Assault interviewing a person of interest in the Winslow incident that occurred at approximately ten fifty two on the fourth of January. Glory Girl is present as a witness to the immediate aftermath. Can I have a name for the record miss?"

"Taylor?" I said, though it lacked confidence.

"Taylor, you were found by Glory Girl shortly after the explosion and were the only person seen in the immediate area. We were hoping you could tell us a bit about what happened to cause the incident."

"I would like to point out," Assault cut in, "that you aren't in trouble. Nothing we have seen nor heard implies that if you were the cause, that it was a malicious attack. Your description matches that of one Taylor Hebert who was reported missing yesterday by a Daniel Hebert, would I be correct in assuming he's your father?" I nodded again. "Could you please give verbal answers for the record? It helps if something has to go through our legal department. They like words, to the point I'm convinced they get off on it."

Gallant groaned, while Vicky and I snickered. I forced myself to take several deep breaths to center myself and glanced at Genkai who had remained present, yet silent so far, content to observe. Well, there was only one way to find out how they would react to learning the truth about Sophia. Another breath, then I began to speak.

"I… I'm being bullied in school. It's been ongoing since I started high school. My former best friend didn't take certain things about me very well and turned on me. She made new friends and got them in on it as well. These incidents continued to escalate in severity, from simple insults to tripping me in the halls, to pushing me down the stairs. My left arm never worked quite right after that, though it appears to be fine now."

"Told you my sister was the best." Vicky said with pride, though her face spoke of concern.

"I'll have to thank her next time I see her." I agreed. "All of the prior incidents, however, paled in comparison to the latest. In the weeks leading up to winter break, they all but stopped bullying me aside from the occasional petty remark or glue in my seat. First day back I learned why. They must have spent a month or two planning this one, gathering all the used tampons and pads from the girl's bathrooms throughout school and crammed them all into my locker.

"They had been allowed to fester, likely over the entire break, and were crawling with roaches and maggots. I threw up immediately, but before I could do much more someone grabbed me by my hair and forced me into my locker. I hit my head on the back of it and nearly blacked out, I wish I had. They shut the door behind me and locked it. Even as I screamed, between heaving up what little was left in my stomach, I could hear the laughter outside. Worse, after school was cancelled, they just left me there to suffer."

I couldn't see Gallant's face, but Assault's skin had visibly paled as I spoke. Vicky however, was trembling, her teeth grit and fists clenched, a barely concealed anger bubbling within. She looked like she could kill someone at that moment. Worse, I felt something pressing against my mind, how I recognized what it was I didn't know, but it was there and Genkai seemed to perk up at my reaction.

"Taylor, who were they?" Vicky asked, her voice tight and controlled. "Give me their names."

"Glory Girl, don't even think about it." Gallant said. "You know how that would end if you flew off to deal with them like that. I am recording this, you wouldn't be able to talk your way out of things if you followed through. Leave it to us, let the law handle things."

I couldn't help the snort that escaped, which probably wasn't a good thing with all the attention it brought me. It did serve to break whatever pressure was on my mind however, so small mercies.

"I'm not sure how willing your superiors would be to help me, or even believe me for that matter."

"Taylor, what you described to us has all the markers of one of the worst trigger events I could ever imagine." Assault said. "I can assure you, we take things like this very seriously."

"Really now?" I asked, looking at him right where his eyes would be behind the visor. "Let's put that to the test then. My former best friend, Emma Barnes, dropped a few revelatory comments after school let out and before she left me there to die. She was gloating about how no one cared about my fate. It seemed a bit of Hero worship went a long way in hiding their actions, especially when you can shove girls into their locker from the Shadows."

Silence hung heavy in the room at my declaration. I wasn't about to explain exactly how I had learned that Sophia was Shadow Stalker, because nobody would believe that I had died, flown around as a ghost for a few hours, then revived with powers. I could see in their stunned reactions that they knew who she was though. Hopefully they wouldn't question how I knew after the accusations I had just leveled against her.

"You're certain?" Assault finally asked. "You just implicated a Ward's civilian identity. I hope you know how serious that is."

"I don't hear you denying that Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker." I said, forcing down the rising bile in my throat. "The school never punished her. It makes sense now, why she could get away with everything she did. Principal Blackwell knew, she had to have, that was why she never believed a word I said, dismissed all my proof without reason. Just how inept is your organization to allow everything that happened to me?"

"I can assure you." Assault said, his voice turning to a growl as he spoke. "We didn't know, and if I find out someone did and buried it, I'll see them buried alongside it." He took a deep breath. "I need to make a phone call, Gallant, stay with her, she might be a target."

"Understood." Gallant said as Assault stepped out of the room, a string of muttered curses trailing off as he left. "Well, this just got infinitely more complicated."

"How so?" Vicky asked, now hovering beside my bed, arms crossed. "It sounds to me like Taylor should be looking into getting a lawyer right about now."

"She probably should." Gallant agreed to my surprise. "Especially since Shadow Stalker might have pulled a runner just under an hour ago."

Author's Notes:

Part two of my rewrite project. Once everything has been posted in this fashion I'll roll out updated threadmarks to make it official, but until then... Enjoy!
 
Surprised to be Dead 1.3 Rewrite
January 5th, 2011

The white walls of the room were oppressively sterile, worse than the hospital had ever been. The chair wasn't even padded, and the table was just a cheap folding thing. Clearly the PRT didn't put much of their budget towards this room, but if it was indeed a room for interrogating Capes as Genkai had suggested, making sure it was full of easily replaced furniture just made sense.

I'd been brought here shortly after Gallant had told me that Sophia had gone missing on patrol and they weren't quite sure what had happened. They wanted me in a secure location in the event she had a list and planned to cross me off it. When I had expressed concerns that my dad might be in danger, Assault personally offered to go pick him up. It was a touching gesture, even if I didn't fully trust the organization at the moment.

Vicky had left once I reached the PRT building, saying she needed to talk to her mom but didn't go into details. I wasn't sure how Brandish could help until I remembered that she was a partner at a law firm when she wasn't battling criminals with her conjured glowing swords.

At least they had let me grab a shower before bringing me in, I didn't need it since I had been cleaned up while I was unconscious, but it felt amazing after everything I had endured. A part of me imagined just walking into the coming meeting, still covered in the filth of the locker, at the expressions of shock and horror of all in attendance as I spelled out exactly what had happened to me and how one of their Wards was involved.

One of the nurses had even lent me a set of scrubs that was roughly my size. I didn't quite think green was my color, but I wasn't going to complain about clean clothes, especially when what I was wearing in the locker had needed to be incinerated due to being a biohazard. Even if the scrubs were a bit chilly in the current blizzard, it was better than nothing. I was going to miss that hoodie, though, it had been absurdly comfortable for a thrift store find. Assault had given me a generic domino mask to give the illusion of a secret identity at least, even if it was a bit silly to think something so simple could actually work.

Genkai had stuck by my side, despite her phone, which was a weird idea in itself, going off almost constantly with messages from her boss. She had stated in no uncertain terms that she wasn't leaving me until she was sure I was safe and sound. It was a weird feeling, having people I had never met before today suddenly giving a damn about me. I could only hope it extended to the PRT itself as I was essentially at their mercy for the moment. I wasn't particularly fond of the idea of being at the mercy of yet another authority figure that Sophia had an in with at this point.

Two armored PRT troopers armed with stun rods and a weird rifle hooked up to a tank on their back stood guard over me. My one attempt to strike up even a basic conversation with them hadn't borne fruit so I had been sitting in silence, breathing in the manner Genkai said was calming and meditative. I had to admit, it did wonders for my current anxiety over the situation I found myself in.

When someone finally entered I had mostly managed to center myself, at least until I saw exactly who it was that had joined us. The woman had tanned skin, with a stars and stripes themed bandana covering her face, and a matching sash over military style combat fatigues. She looked every bit the patriotic soldier who came to save the day.

Miss Militia was always a favorite of mine on the local Protectorate roster, she was second in command in the Bay and a bit of a childhood crush. Maybe not to the same level as Alexandria had been, but she was local and seeing her in person I couldn't help but agree with my younger self's tastes. Yeah, I had a celebrity crush on her, and maybe a more current one if the tightness in my chest when we made eye contact was anything to go off of.

All I could think was how fortunate I was that it hadn't been Battery that walked in, she had been Ward's leader just a few years prior and that crush hadn't faded nearly as much as this one had. Not that it didn't seem to make a difference as I found myself swallowing down the lump in my throat. I did my best to not stare in such an obvious way as Miss Militia took a seat across from me, placing a file down in front of her. Absently I noticed the door shutting, the troopers that had been watching me had exited while I was distracted.

Genkai had taken to hovering over the edge of the table on her oar where she could easily observe. She promised to provide advice for what was to come, and while I couldn't talk to her directly without causing all kinds of issues, she could talk to me. That would have to be enough for now, as nervous as I was, having someone firmly in my corner helped.

"Before we begin," Miss Militia said, "is there a name you would like to be called by? I've listened to your interview with Gallant and Assault, so I am aware of your civilian identity as a result. We can give you a code name for the time being if you would prefer it."

I considered the offer for the moment, but aside from that surge of power Genkai had channelled through me, I had no clue what I would be able to do. Cape names were usually related to your power in some way, and I just didn't know what I would want to go with and they already knew who I was so the polite fiction seemed moot at this point.

"Taylor's fine." I said, twiddling my thumbs and cracking my individual knuckles. "Since you've already heard my story, can I skip retelling it? I… I really don't want to talk about it again."

"I understand. Trigger events aren't pleasant affairs, your prior statements should suffice." She said as she thumbed through the file she had with her. "In that case, let's get to the heart of why we brought you here. You claim that Shadow Stalker, who you claim is Sophia Hess in her civilian identity, bullied you for the past seventeen months."

Genkai had pulled out a notepad and spent a few seconds thumbing through it before replying. "Close enough for government work." I made a show of doing the math in my head then repeated her statement.

"Well, we are government employees and we do take allegations of abuse seriously." She said, I tried my best to hide my disbelief. "Assault confirmed that he picked up your father and is on his way, the Director will be joining us once he arrives. I was hoping for a chance to break the ice in a more casual manner before they have a chance to raise the tension.

"Director Piggot isn't the most pleasant of individuals and I want you to be aware of that going into this. I am also aware of how volatile your father can be thanks to a few incidents I've dealt with that involved the Dockworker's Union in the past."

"I honestly don't know how aware of things he's going to be." I said softly. "Ever since Mom died he's been distant, not really there and just going through the motions of the day."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Miss Militia said. "It's never easy when distance forms between us and those we love, regardless of circumstances."

I couldn't help but look up, only to find her own eyes downcast, staring at the hands she had on the table. She had sounded almost nostalgic, mournful when she spoke. I couldn't help but wonder who she had lost in the past that brought up such feelings in a hardened Hero.

I wasn't given much chance to consider that as the door swung open and a large woman in a well tailored pantsuit with near platinum blonde hair in a bob cut. She stood with a stiff posture that reminded me of the military vets that worked at the DWU with Dad. Speaking of him, there he was, standing like a deer caught in headlights, staring at me with his eyes partially glazed over.

He was still drunk but that didn't stop him from running around the table, nearly falling on his face in the process and pulling me into a rib crushing hug. A stray thought about how it took my death to get him to care was forced down in favor of the moment. He was here. He cared. Thankfully everyone in the room gave us the courtesy of not interrupting.

"Hey Dad." I forced out. "Kinda need to breathe here."

He pulled away and just looked at me. "It's really you, you're here, you're real."

"Sorry I missed the bus home." I said, trying for a bit of humor to hide my own tears.

"Don't ever scare me like that again. I don't know what I would do if I lost you too."

Unfortunately, I did know. Thankfully I was distracted from that line of thought by someone clearing their throat. The blond woman was watching us with barely veiled impatience.

"Please have a seat. We have much to discuss." She gestured to the empty seat beside me. Dad shuffled over, still inebriated but there was a light in his eyes that wasn't there when he first arrived, and sat down. "I'm Emily Piggot, Director of the PRT East-Northeast, I'm sure Miss Militia needs no introduction."

I nodded. "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

Director Piggot raised an eyebrow. "Indeed. Now, we have a few matters to discuss pertaining to your trigger event earlier this evening. We understand triggers are stressful, so if you need a break simply ask and we can give you a few minutes to settle. These matters are pressing so I would prefer to get them addressed as quickly as possible."

I frowned as Director Piggot placed a single sheet of paper across from me. I took it before Dad even noticed it was a Non Disclosure Agreement of some sort. Skimming over it I repressed a snort, and rather poorly at that.

"I'm not signing something to learn what I already know." I said and passed it back to her. "Sophia Hess, the girl who physically pushed me into my locker is Shadow Stalker, one of your Wards."

Director Piggot let out a pained sigh. "Please sign the NDA so we can actually discuss this further. The PRT takes cape identities quite seriously after all and this covers any potential investigations that result from your allegations. For example, everyone you've spoken to thus far has already signed one, myself included. We need you to work with us on this one."

Reluctantly I took the paper back and actually read it. There was a considerable amount of legal jargon that would have gone over my head if Mom hadn't made sure I was well read growing up. It seemed to be exactly what it appeared to be, a legal agreement to not discuss anything relating to Shadow Stalker's identity as well as a clause that included investigations into potential misconduct. In other words, a generic catch all for anyone that needs read in on any Cape related issues.

I held my hand out and Miss Militia passed me a pen and I signed on the dotted line before passing it to my Dad. He just stared blankly at it. I couldn't help but wonder how well it would actually hold up given that he was currently intoxicated and I was an unrepresented minor. Eventually he scribbled something I vaguely recognized as his signature onto the document and Director Piggot was quick to take the document back.

She looked it over for a moment then set it aside and took a deep breath. "I'm going to walk you through several things to get you up to speed, all I ask is that you allow me to finish without interruption. You'll be free to ask questions after I've finished, is that fair?" I gave her a curt nod, already not thrilled with the direction this was going. "You are correct in the assumption that Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker. Once Assault had reported your statement to me directly I ordered our Console Operator to recall all active Wards under the guise that a recent trigger was interested in joining. Shadow Stalker vanished moments later and is currently missing. I have every available Protectorate Cape that won't be hindered by the low visibility and road conditions searching for her.

"Review of the Console logs shows that Glory Girl's observations were reported to the team currently on patrol as passing conversation, Winslow as well as the destroyed lockers were mentioned in that conversation, which is about the time Shadow Stalker deviated from her route before vanishing entirely.

"We aren't entirely sure if she ran away upon learning about your trigger, or if someone abducted her. Either way, a full investigation will be opened. What you described was criminal negligence on a scale I've never witnessed and if there's even a small portion of it which can be verified, heads will roll.

"Unfortunately, all of this only applies on the PRT side of things. Since a Parahuman's civilian identity is involved we can't just take a bludgeon to everything we need to know. Finesse is required when investigating any civilian that is affiliated with a Cape, to protect her identity as well as your own. The gangs in this city aren't idle, they do have people strategically placed to get any scrap of information that they can on potential new triggers. I can almost guarantee that every gang in the city is aware of your own rather explosive trigger event by now."

By the end of her little speech I was deep in a spiraling pool of anger and fear. Sophia was out of their control, the gangs might have a clue as to who I was, and even if they did investigate they would have to dance around so many issues that it might not even matter. It was simply too much to take in.

"So, she's just going to get away with all of it?" I heard Dad say. "I may not know how bad things were for her in school, but clearly my daughter has been through hell!"

"Yes, she has." Miss Militia said. "We're doing all we can to help, but these things take time."

"Time." I said coldly. "How much time have I lost because of the way Sophia treated me? Do you have any idea how much pain I've endured? How many sleepless nights because that psychopath turned my best friend against me? How about my failing grades due to them sabotaging my schoolwork? I…" I forced myself to stop and breathe before I blurted out something I would regret. "I could have died in there, I don't think you understand what it was like. I was being eaten alive while slowly freezing to death, that lasted for damn near two days."

Director Piggot's hand was raised, signaling someone to stand down, only then did I notice that I had stood up. My fingers were gripped tight around the cheap table, splintering it in places. Genkai had a hand on my shoulder, even if I couldn't truly feel it, the gesture was appreciated. Ever so slowly I took calming breaths and returned to my seat.

"The PRT squad investigating the scene did confirm the presence of biological waste consistent with used menstrual products." Director Piggot said. "Unfortunately that doesn't confirm the rest of your story, as Panacea's report stated you only had a few scratches and bruises."

"I don't know exactly what happened, okay?" I said through grit teeth. "One moment I'm near death, the next I'm surrounded by the wreckage of my locker and nearly whole again. I can't explain it."

"It's been known to happen." Director Piggot said. "It just makes corroborating your story all the more difficult."

"Of course it does." I muttered.

"You have to see things from my point of view." Director Piggot said. "Some unknown girl comes along accusing one of my Wards of grievous misconduct, including attempted murder." I bit my tongue to avoid correcting her. "Further, said Ward goes missing at the same time as these allegations come to light. We have to follow policy and procedure to ensure this investigation is carried out properly. Masters and Strangers exist, Thinkers can create nearly foolproof paper trails, there is a lot we have to consider when something of this scale comes along, all I can ask is that you bear with us.

"As part of that, we would like to place you in Protective Custody for at least the next twenty four hours in the event that Shadow Stalker tries something drastic. We have rooms that were originally built to contain her, but they will also serve to keep her out if she attempts infiltration. I've also assigned a plainclothes PRT unit to watch over your home in the event she attempts something there.

"Rest assured, we are taking every precaution to keep you safe."

I could feel the walls of the locker closing in around me, she wanted to throw me back into a steel box claiming it was for my own good. Just like they had claimed… They really weren't any different after all, were they? Was this all for show? Would they sweet talk me until I agreed to join the Wards and then roll Sophia back in like nothing was ever wrong?

"...can't expect me to just sit back and let you put my daughter in a holding cell!" Oh, Dad was yelling, I suppose I should be paying attention.

"Please remain seated." Director Piggot ordered.

"Like hell I will!" Dad yelled as he slammed his fist down onto the cheap table. "What you're suggesting is insanity."

The two PRT troopers from earlier stepped inside the room and moved around to Dad. I jumped out of my own seat and was ready to fight when Genkai swung around between us. She looked me dead in the eye then shook her head.

"Jump in now and they will be able to force whatever conditions they want on you. Pick your battles, this isn't one you can win." Genkai said even as I watched in horror as Dad was pinned down even as he struggled. Absently I knew I was crying, but it was all I could do to contain my rage, to avoid lashing out. There was something crawling under my skin, a smoldering fire just itching to be released. "Let them put you in protective custody, if nothing else I can walk you through some of the basic ways to control your Spirit Energy, teach you how to use it like I did earlier. If absolutely necessary I can always help you out again, you aren't alone in this."

"Alright." I said loud enough to get everyone's attention. "I'll accept being placed in protective custody, just…" I swallowed down the rising bile I could feel building, I wasn't going to be trapped, I could leave if I truly needed to. "Just leave dad alone okay? He didn't do anything wrong, he just wanted to protect me."

Director Piggot held up her open hand and the two troopers ceased their attempts to restrain my dad who was just staring at me in horror at this point at what I was suggesting.

"Very well. Please escort him to one of the guest suites." She turned to Miss Militia. "Take her to one of the containment cells, make sure the guards assigned know that she's there voluntarily for her protection and is to receive any reasonable accommodation she requests."

"Yes ma'am." Miss Militia said.

I watched as the troopers escorted dad out of the room, then Director Piggot stood. "I appreciate you taking a mature look at the situation, not many Capes would do that."

"You didn't give me much choice." I ground out, my teeth were sore from how tight my jaw was. "I know full well that if I lashed out, I wouldn't make it out of this room. Miss Militia could drop me before I managed anything and I wouldn't be surprised if you were just as quick on the draw."

"Very observant of you." Director Piggot said. "You'll be briefed in the morning on what we uncover in the short term and there are other things that are time sensitive, but they can wait for everyone to be better rested."

"It has gotten rather late." Miss Militia said. "If you would follow me?"

I fell in step behind Miss Militia as she escorted me off, deeper into the PRT building and to an elevator. Once inside, she swiped a card, activated a thumbprint reader and then an iris scan. The PRT took security quite seriously it seemed, pity they didn't do the same for their Ward's conduct. Once the elevator sealed shut Miss Militia broke the silence.

"I'm sorry about this, but it is the safest option while there is so much uncertainty," she said softly.

"Doesn't stop it from being cruel." I answered, casting the elevator back into silence.

When the door opened and we both stepped out I heard the ghost of a whisper pass Miss Militia's lips. "No, it doesn't."

It wasn't a long walk down the hallway until we reached what I assumed to be the cell block, and I couldn't help the tightening I felt in my stomach nor the nausea creeping in at the edges. Before I knew it, we had stopped at one of the many doors. Once again I was going to be confined to a cold metal box against my will.

Miss Militia pressed the button on the cell door, it opened with a pneumatic hiss. Immediately my stomach dropped. It was a cell all right, a small cot built into the wall without sheets or even a pillow. The most plain, metallic sink and toilet I had ever seen across from it. Beside the toilet, a tiny alcove that I assumed was for a shower, not that I could see anything of the sort aside from what might be a drain in the floor. It was depressing.

I hadn't done anything to deserve this, even if it was being billed as 'voluntary protective custody' I was still being confined against my wishes by people I once idolized. Watching the Heroes treat me no better than Sophia had, no, this was even worse. Hers was a deliberate abuse, this was incidental. Impersonal. Miss Militia clearly didn't like what she was ordered to do, but I didn't see her objecting to it in any way.

I stepped inside and all but fell onto the cot, it was uncomfortable at best, but it still felt luxurious after my time in the locker. I buried my face into the fabric, fighting to keep it all in, to not break down. I wasn't successful. I wasn't sure exactly how long I sobbed into the silence. Miss Militia hadn't stuck around for long, I vaguely remembered the door shutting at some point, but it was just another mark against her in my mind.

Even Gallant stopping by with a freshly baked pizza did little to lift my mood, though I did eat every bite of it. Having not eaten in over two days had left me hungrier than I realised. It wasn't anything special, just a frozen pizza from their common room apparently, but it still tasted divine. The update he offered on the hunt for Sophia hadn't done anything to lift my mood like the pizza had. Sophia got away, vanished like smoke in the wind. It was a near thing that I kept my meal down.

Throughout all of this, Genkai had left to scout the building, as well as confirm what kind of surveillance they had on my cell. She returned not long after Gallant had left, passing through the supposed breaker proof wall as though it wasn't even there. I couldn't help but chuckle mirthlessly at how secure the room truly was.

"There is a video feed, but no audio that I could discern, we should be safe to carry out some discussion if we're careful of the cameras." Genkai said, pointing them both out, then her expression softened. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Not in the least." I answered. "I'm locked away in an underground prison because I was bullied, the story of my life really, I get punished while they go free."

"It is a sad commentary on your world, isn't it? Not that my world was much better before my apprentice grabbed the leaders of the Living World by the balls at the negotiation table."

"Yeah, don't think I can do that." I said with a shake of my head. "Nothing about what you did with my supposed power was all that special."

"Taylor, you underestimate what you will one day be capable of. At my peak I could level mountains with a single blast of energy." Genkai paused. "My apprentice however… Let's just say that Yusuke could vaporize the planet if he chose to do so. Despite that, he isn't even in the top ten for strongest beings in our little corner of reality."

That was hard to fathom. Not even Scion had demonstrated abilities able to destroy a planet, then again, who was to say he couldn't. Would that kind of power be enough to defeat an Endbringer? Could I do something even Scion hasn't been able to manage? It seemed naive to have that kind of hope.

"Of course, that was after years of training and an asspull of a power up courtesy of demonic ancestry, but it still stands." Genkai tapped her chin in thought. "Speaking of which, I should ask Koenma to check if you have demonic ancestry. He won't appreciate the added paperwork but it beats losing a city to an oversight."

I gulped at the idea. It wasn't everyday that someone informed you that not only are demons real, but that you might possibly be related to one. I shouldn't have been surprised though, the afterlife was real and I was having a conversation with a Grim Reaper of all things. It was almost to the point I was just rolling with whatever she said, my mind had thoroughly checked out.

"So, training?" I asked, hoping that would be a lighter subject. "What did you have in mind?"

"Your headfirst collision with death should have left you more in tune with your Spirit Energy. I'm going to teach you how to use it, and more importantly, how to train yourself with it. Given your lack of sleep and how I drained much of your reserves in the escape from your locker, this is an ideal time to work on things. There should be a much reduced chance of destructive results since you simply lack the power to do so. First, I need you to hold out your dominant hand's index finger, think about it like you're going to shoot a finger gun."

I did as instructed, deliberately pointing it away from anything important looking, an empty section of the cell wall seemed as safe as anything else.

"Now, try to reach within yourself and gather your Spirit Energy into the tip of your finger. This should give me an idea of how much power you can draw on as well as your level of innate control."

That was easier said than done. At first all I felt was my pizza digesting with some minor protest. My mind drifted back to Sophia and the anger I had felt quickly returned, bubbling just below the surface. An odd feeling shifted within my body and I could feel it moving all over myself. It was only a faint trickle of sensation, but the flow was steady as it shifted throughout my body. I focused, willing it along until I could feel the tingling flow down my arm. A shining, cobalt light the size of a pinprick formed on my fingertip, the energy felt like it was just itching to escape.

"Good, that's more than I anticipated." She continued. "Now, in the event you needed to fire it, you would imagine yourself pulling a trigger whilst willing the power to release."

A blinding flash immediately followed and the wall exploded. The shock knocked me to the ground. I was coughing dust and debris as my hearing slowly returned, the blaring klaxon of alarm quickly dominated my senses along with a red strobe light. I could only look in horror at the newly formed entry to my cell.

Genkai gave me a flat look of disapproval as containment foam sprayed down, encasing me in the sticky substance.

"You weren't actually supposed to fire it."


Author's Notes:

Part three of my rewrite project, one more to go! Once everything has been posted in this fashion I'll roll out updated threadmarks to make it official, but until then... Enjoy!
 
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Surprised to be Dead 1.4 Rework
January 6th, 2011

"Where did you come up with the brilliant notion to test your blaster power inside of a holding cell?" Director Piggot asked with stern eyes.

I let out a pained sigh which quickly turned into a yawn. God, it was after three in the morning. I couldn't help but wonder when this damn night would end. This wasn't even the first time I had gotten this lecture. Between the PRT officers, my Father and Miss Militia I had now heard a different variation four times. They had at least let me shower off the dust and containment foam that I had been covered with before dragging me off to Director Piggot's office. Either they thought they were being funny, or that I really liked green, because the jumpsuit they gave me to replace the scrubs was almost the exact same shade.

My overly drawn out yawn finished and I met Director Piggot's steely gaze. "I could ask you the same." I said softly. "Why the hell did you think it was a good idea to send me into a goddamn cell?"

I knew I was being crabby but there was no denying that the entire day had been a cluster fuck of epic proportions. So, of course, it had to keep getting worse. Director Piggot had been abrasive before but now she was downright pissed. Not that I hadn't reached that point myself ten minutes ago. I was getting sick of the discussion of responsible use of powers. How was I supposed to know that shot would be strong enough to destroy the cell wall? It's not like I'd had a chance to explore my powers. Genkai didn't warn me it would be so easy to fire. Books and movies always made it seem like there would be more to using a power than point and shoot.

Director Piggot was still rambling about responsible power usage. I really didn't have the energy to listen to her at this point. There were only so many times the same point could be reiterated before it became arduous.

Seriously, I was almost impressed with the lungs on the woman. I wouldn't have guessed she had it in her considering how bloated and unhealthy she appeared. As much as I wanted to just doze off it was simply impossible. Her voice kept pulling me back in and demanding my attention just so she could throw more vitriol in my face over that damned cell. You would think a woman like her would be a bit more cautious of antagonizing a fresh trigger, but I suppose that's why Armsmaster was here. The restraints I had found myself in probably helped too.

The PRT troopers insisting that I be placed in specialized restraints meant to prevent many blaster abilities from being used was a sensible precaution, even if I hated it. I had taken out a wall designed to withstand up to a blaster three's onslaught after all. I only knew that because of how many times the various troopers had repeated it. Even Genkai had been impressed at the power I had managed to conjure up without having slept to recover. She had been even more surprised that my Spirit Energy was fully recovered by the time I had exited the shower. She mentioned how abnormal that was and that she needed to contact that Koenma person immediately.

I picked out a bit of half dissolved foam from my hair, which meant my shower hadn't been nearly effective enough. The foam was unpleasant but the solvent was even worse. I shuddered at the thought of needing to smell the stuff again to properly clean my hair.

"Can… Is there any chance we could just do this tomorrow? I'm utterly exhausted." I said, cutting off whatever lecture she had been giving.

"You haven't been listening to a word I've said, have you?" Director Piggot's face twitched when I shrugged. "I suppose I should just add the additional hours to your training schedule instead."

I frowned in confusion. Judging by the look she gave me I must have missed something important. "What do you mean by training schedule?"

"All Wards are required to complete preliminary training programs." Director Piggot explained. I bit my tongue as my bubbling anger rose back to the surface. "You would be required to complete this training before your probationary period would be considered complete."

I took a slow and measured breath. I could feel my Spirit Energy roiling within me, especially now that Genkai had taught me to recognize it. Practically begging me to call upon it. I set that desire aside as I doubted that blowing up the Director's office would do me any favors, satisfying as it might be.

"What in the hell makes you think I would want to join an organization that let Sophia Hess in?" My question caused both Director Piggot and Armsmaster to tense as a silence filled the air.

When Director Piggot finally spoke her words came slowly. She sounded like she was having to force them to remain calm and professional. "Explain it to me then, why would you not be joining the Wards? You don't have many other options available to you."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "I just gave you my reason. You let in Sophia. Fucking. Hess. How can I trust an organisation that values having capes on hand more than the wellbeing of minors in their employment? One that allows such abuse to just fly under the radar so easily?"

"That matter is still under investigation." Director Piggot said. "Her disappearance may have a perfectly reasonable explanation, and until such investigations conclude I have to consider all of my options. If it comes to light she was Mastered, her place on the team would be there for when she is cleared."

"What if I spoke to the other Wards about their opinions of her?" I asked, leaning forward with my voice practically a growl. The knot in my stomach was growing tighter by the moment. I couldn't fathom how she could expect me to work with the person that had killed me. Not that she was aware of that. "What would they tell me? How many reports were ignored from them? I find it hard to believe she was a model hero at all times given how she's acted since I've known her. Are you going to insist she was Mastered that entire time? What about before she joined the Wards? I've known her for around eighteen months after all."

"That is not your concern." Director Piggot said. "My job is to ensure all of this is handled appropriately, you've already done your part in that."

"That is the biggest load of shit I have ever heard. She's gotten away with everything so far, not one authority figure in my damn life has done anything about her. It sounds to me like you would happily sweep it all under the rug just like everyone else has." I said calmly and flopped against the back of my chair. "I have tried playing nice all day. I'm sick of it. I'm not joining the Wards. Just the fact that she was on the team is enough of a reason for me to stay away. Shadow Stalker joined the Wards six months ago, in all that time you've missed how much? Why should I trust you if you can't even keep one Ward in line?"

Director Piggot leaned back, taking a deep breath to compose herself. "You wouldn't be the first person to turn down the Wards, and statistically you would be likely to die within three months if one of the gangs didn't recruit you first. I've seen this happen to six different young Heroes since I assumed this post, I regret each and every one of those lives lost. There are several nights I lie awake wondering what I could have done differently, if I could have said something that would have saved those children. At the same time I do have responsibilities as well as rules and laws I have to enforce."

I nodded more for her to continue than to agree. The last thing I wanted to show was any sign that her argument was working. I was a gay girl in a city with literal Nazis, I would be a prime target once they heard about me.

"However, you did cause considerable damage with your blaster power, both to my building as well as your school. The money to repair it has to come from somewhere and some might argue that both could be considered acts of terror."

"What? So, you want me in the Wards so you can garnish my pay?"

Director Piggot shook her head. "No, the act of joining would see all debts and potential charges forgiven. A few extra hours of training on the appropriate topics would also do wonders to appease my superiors since it would mean another hero on the team."

"I feel your priority here is more how your superiors see you, rather than me."

She ignored my barb and continued. "I know you're young and might not see any of this as your fault, but in the real world people are still responsible for accidents, especially when they happen due to unsafe testing. Do you really think a court would look at you and not see your sheer irresponsibility?

"That would leave your Father, as your guardian, to deal with the consequences of your actions." A smirk came to her lips. "I doubt the Dockworkers salary would cover much of the court expenses. As a Ward you would likely make more than your Father does. Between the base wages and the trust set aside until you are of legal age you'd be setting him up for early retirement rather than crippling debt should my superiors force my hand and pursue charges against you for your destructive acts, something that wouldn't happen if you joined as we would handle everything internally instead."

"And without joining I would likely be forced into villainy to pay for the debt." I said thoughtfully. I knew what I said was petty and silly but I honestly didn't have an answer about our financial safety. Dad's already struggling to keep us afloat… "Which isn't really an option since you know enough about me to be able to immediately link any crimes I commit to my civilian identity."

"I'm glad you've finally decided to pay attention." Director Piggot said. "You're quite right. We'd have you in custody within the week."

"Then again..." I trailed off, memories of Sophia taunting me as she once again got away with near murder, a vicious smirk came to my lips. "That still sounds preferable to working for the same people that kept Sophia around." I shook my head as Director Piggot's face turned a deep shade of red. "Hell, it feels like you would rather I turned villain with the way you're treating me. The choices you've offered certainly suggest that."

"The PRT is in the business of stopping villains, not creating them." Director Piggot said through gritted teeth.

"You could have fooled me."

Armsmaster slammed his spear, which was clearly compensating for something, onto the floor. Effectively ending our argument as he took a heavy step forward, forcing me to look up at him.

"Enough." He said, calmly. "We are wasting valuable time arguing over nothing. I was pulled away from helping Dragon discover how our security was breached because this was supposedly important. If all you are going to do is argue then get someone else to play witness. I have work that needs done."

"Watch your tone, Armsmaster." Director Piggot said. "You are under my command here. Ms. Hebert is a potential danger to herself and others in her current state and is fully capable of leveling half the building. The best place for you at the moment is right here."

"I fail to understand why you pulled me away from my work for this." Armsmaster restated. "Miss Militia could have continued working with the girl, or even Assault for that matter. Why bring me into this at all?"

"You are the head of the Protectorate for this region." Director Piggot said. "You may no longer be in charge of the Wards, but you are a part of their chain of command, which she will soon fall under."

I couldn't help myself, I laughed. "Damn, you're still trying to force me to join?" Director Piggot however, was not amused. "I think I've made it as obvious as I can. I'm not joining your kiddie club."

"You're being stubborn to the point of idiocy, what are you hoping to accomplish by taking such a combative stance against us? All you're doing is hurting your own case. However, if you're still feeling destructive, I suppose I could open up the cell we designed for Lung." Director Piggot said.

"I just want some damn sleep." I said with a delirious chuckle. I was so far past caring about all of this, I just wanted it over with. "Sounds to me like you could use some too."

"Armsmaster, since she's so insistent, see to it she makes it there." Director Piggot ordered. "She wants to act like an immature villain then she can be treated like one."

"Called it." I said under my breath. Armsmaster hesitated for a moment, but with a sigh he walked towards me. I hopped to my feet and gave him a grin. "Lead the way, oh Master of Arms."

I snorted when he actually paused mid-step. You would think he'd be used to those kinds of comments working with Assault. Just as he opened the door I was greeted by a severe looking blonde woman. Her hair was a tight bun and she wore an expensive grey pantsuit that was tailored to her athletic frame. Somehow I found her more intimidating than anyone else I'd met tonight.

"Hello Armsmaster." The woman said. "I see you've found my client for me."

"Carol Dallon." Armsmaster said. "Since when were you Ms. Hebert's attorney?"

She glanced at her watch. "Thirty-seven minutes ago. When her Father officially hired me."

"Then you should be aware that your client is in our custody for destruction of government property via Parahuman power." Armsmaster said.

"I am aware." Mrs. Dallon said as she walked past us and right up to Director Piggot's desk. I could see the intense look in her eyes as she glared down at Director Piggot. "I am also aware that she was being illegally detained without any charges pressed against her prior to this."

"She voluntarily entered protective custody." Director Piggot said.

"Yes, a sleep deprived minor who just recently triggered is able to consent to voluntary confinement without duress." Director Piggot started to say something else but Mrs. Dallon cut her off. "I also know that Mr. Hebert objected to her confinement even if he was in no shape to provide consent. Is this really a hill you wish to die on?"

"What are your intentions here?" Director Piggot finally asked.

"Taylor, your Father and Victoria are just outside. Please go have a seat with them while I have a short discussion with the Director."

"This is the safest place for her." Armsmaster said.

Mrs. Dallon turned on him sharply. "If that was the case, Taylor's name and face wouldn't be making the rounds on Empire affiliated sites alongside one Sophia Hess, who also has a bounty for her capture, dead or alive."

"What?" I asked, my voice suddenly emotionless. A simmering rage roiled within me, my arms strained against the cold metal of my restraints. "Please tell me that I misheard you." A metallic snap was the only indication that my shackles had given way under the strain. My eyes widened as Armsmaster deployed his Halberd at me and I threw up my hands in a show of innocence, a squeak escaping my lips.

"Unfortunately not, I'm…" Mrs. Dallon paused and spun to me then raised an eyebrow. "Taylor, you're glowing."

I looked down at myself, examining my hands. Sure enough a cobalt glow was emanating from my entire body, like evaporating steam. "That's new."

"Interesting." Armsmaster said, his posture readjusting slightly but he kept his phallic spear aimed in my direction. "That glow is visible to my eyes but not one of my instruments can detect it, even on the visible spectrum." His spare hand lifted up as though he were attempting to take readings from a device on his wrist. He was muttering under his breath but I couldn't hear any of it.

"Taylor, everything will be alright." Mrs. Dallon said with a warm smile and a gentle hand on my arm. She leaned in to whisper. "Please don't escalate against the Protectorate. I may be good at my job but not that good."

I gave Armsmaster another look and pushed myself to relax. I forced in and out deep breaths until my mind started to slow down. The blue wisps of light faded away and Armsmaster returned his Haberd to its place on his back. He was now fully engrossed with the sensor readings while mumbling some technobabble that went clear over my head. Piggot however was pinching her nose in exasperation.

"I'll be outside then, I guess." I said and gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll try and avoid further property damage."

"Thank you." Mrs. Dallon said as I stepped outside the secretary's office and shut the door behind me. My Dad was seated in the closest chair and across from him was Victoria Dallon. She was immediately coming out of her chair, airborne and right at me.

I was wrapped into a tight hug and let out a startled squeak at the sudden embrace.

"Sorry that it took so long to get Mom out here." Vicky muttered into my shoulder. "I knew they wouldn't play fair, but I didn't expect all this."

"What do you mean?" I asked while trying to ignore the rising heat in my cheeks.

"I knew from experience they would pitch the Wards hard with how strong you seem. Then add in that a Ward was involved with your trigger, I thought it best if I got you the best lawyer I know, and once I mentioned all this to Mom she started getting ready immediately. She's pissed enough about Barnes' pet project being involved with what happened. She said something about him being a fool for taking that case."

"Pet project?" Dad asked.

"That Hess girl Taylor mentioned. Emma brought her up a few times at their company dinners. She said her Dad was helping her with some misunderstanding. It wasn't too much of a leap in logic to piece together the girl totally wasn't Shadow Stalker. Nope, no way in hell anything Taylor said could have helped me come to that conclusion." She followed that with the most blatant wink I had ever seen.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense then." I muttered, lacking the energy to play along.

"Speaking of cases." My Dad said as he patted my shoulder. "It seems we'll be filing a few. Mrs. Dallon was quite insistent after I filled her in, though I don't know all the details about…"

I was feeling a bit awkward as Vicky still hadn't released me from the hug. I hadn't really had hugs since Emma. "We'll need my notebooks from home if she wants the full story. Assuming Sophia doesn't torch the house just to be a bitch."

"That can wait till morning." Dad said. "For now just try to rest."

"Yeah, that sounds amazing." I said softly as I stumbled over to the nearby sofa. I barely noticed Vicky helping me lay down. After everything I had been through today, to finally be able to unwind and relax, I could just close my eyes and…


Author's Notes:

And with this, the rewrite is complete. The other chapters have been updated and I will get around to swapping the threadmarks tomorrow.
 
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Haunted by the Past 3.5
February 5th, 2011

Four words, probably some of the most dreaded words in the English lexicon. Words loaded to such a degree that it can induce a panic attack in anyone who knows the weight they could carry. Words so heavy that even Assault sucked in a breath upon hearing them.

"I'm going to need more details than that." I said carefully, my voice almost breathless. "Please."

"Shit. I- That's not what I mean… Not here, come on." Amy said and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the exit. She paused at the door and turned back towards the assembled capes. "Anyone who tries to follow or eavesdrop, I will turn your skin purple, permanently." With her threat delivered she continued guiding me out of the building and, to my mounting concern, away from all witnesses.

We walked in silence, my voice seemingly frozen in fear. The place she was dragging me to turned out to be an overnight diner that was somehow completely empty aside from the waitress and a single line cook. Amy asked how recently the coffee was brewed, then offered the waitress a twenty to keep the pot fresh. Two mugs were placed in front of us and with full cups of steaming coffee and with two more twenties passed along for our privacy, the waitress gave us our space. All in all, that had given me fifteen minutes to come up with scenarios that ranged from the silly to the terrifying.

Amy fiddled with her cup for some time, taking distracted sips here and there, while I sat in silence waiting for whatever bombshell she was going to drop on me. Had I been too overbearing? Had I scared her away? Was I going to ruin things again like I had with…

Amy's cup hit the table with the clunk of ceramic on wood. "Alright, I'm just going to rip the bandaid off. Taylor, I like you."

That wasn't the pained confession I was expecting. "Then why all the-"

"I'm getting to that," Amy interrupted, rubbing her hand across her face. "This is going to be a bit roundabout and kinda weird, but bare with me alright?" All I could do was simply nod. "Right, can you tell me how you feel about Vicky? I know you have a crush on her."

Immediately I felt like a kicked puppy, slumping back in my seat. She wasn't wrong, Vicky liked to playfully flirt with me in an attempt to get me to loosen up, but it had just served to make me like her. I hadn't realised my emotions had been quite so obvious to Amy.

"She's a great friend." I said carefully. "A frustratingly straight friend."

"Isn't that just the fucking truth." Amy muttered to my own confusion. "Alright, that answers that part. Now, this is where it gets weird. Her aura still worked on you the day we met, I'm assuming it doesn't anymore?"

Amy hadn't been wrong when she said this would be a weird conversation. "Yeah, Genkai showed me a way to block it a few days into my training after that first time Vicky visited. Turns out that if I kept my Spirit Energy flowing just right, her aura didn't affect me. I made it a habit to keep that going at all times on the off chance that it blocks similar effects."

Amy nodded and drained her cup, gesturing for a refill. I waved the waitress off, having barely taken a sip so far. Coffee just wasn't my drink of choice. "That lines up with my own experiences with her aura." Amy said with a heavy sigh. "I thought I was immune, but that wasn't the case at all. I only realised how much her aura was affecting me when Genkai taught me that same trick. Turns out that prolonged exposure has left me addicted to the effects."

Well, that was certainly a bomb to drop. Genkai had theorized that the effects could be cumulative, but we had dismissed it since the people closest to her seemed unaffected. We hadn't considered that if someone had been exposed over an extended time period then their altered emotions wouldn't seem out of place. That the people involved would have been effectively Mastered…

"Shit, that brings Carol's issues into a whole new light."

Amy snorted. "Not really. The bitch treated me like that long before Vicky triggered, it just got progressively worse afterwards and I'm not even sure if I can blame that on Vicky. Anyway, the point of that is the part that sucks to talk about. Vicky triggered months before I did, while I was barely starting puberty. What kind of effects do you think that would have on a child who hadn't even figured out her own sexuality?"

The world froze as a kaleidoscope of information snapped into focus all at once, a feeling of dread began to settle in my stomach. "You think you only like girls because… Because she made you like her, to fixate on and adore her."

"Yeah." Amy sighed. "I have no idea if it's true or not, I'll probably never know to be honest. The damage is done and trying to wean myself off her aura resulted in serious temptation to not even bother turning my defenses back on. I haven't stopped my energy from circulating through my head for a week now, and my feelings for her haven't diminished. Shit's locked down and likely permanent."

"Yet, you aren't stuck liking only Vicky." I hedged. "You admitted that you have feelings for me. Shit, on some level that probably feels like you're betraying her if everything is as bad as you described it."

"Sometimes I forget that Genkai's lessons have included psychology and therapy." Amy said with a strained laugh. "Yeah, that about sums it up. I like you Taylor, but I can't do anything about it in a way that would be fair to you, not right now."

We sat in silence for some time after that, Amy drained two more cups before my own was low enough for a top off. She had dropped several revelations on me, the one about her crushing on Vicky was obvious now in hindsight. I wanted to be jealous, but it wasn't even her own fault and Vicky seemed clueless not only about the crush but about the full ramifications of her aura as well.

"So, where does that leave us?"

"I don't know." Amy said. "I'm a mess Tay, and I don't want to dump my problems on you, there's been enough shit in your life for you to try and handle mine on top of it. Hell, I don't even know if I could kiss you without something disastrous happening."

I blinked. "Just what twisted scenario is your anxiety feeding you now?"

"We kiss, it's everything I hoped for and I get lost in the moment, then my power decides to make sure you stick around, it makes you devoted to me in full, my own slave."

"If that happened, you could just fix it right back. Just because your power isn't fully under your control doesn't mean you can't correct it if you slip. I trust you Amy, if you mess up I know you'll do everything in your power to make it right."

"You don't understand. My power is a burden Tay, I'm consciously trying to keep it reigned in and it fights back when my guard is down. I'm constantly aware of all the things my power can do but if I'm not dedicating effort to not do those things it's like my power nudges me in any moment of weakness. I don't know how you can stand to touch me with that knowledge that I could slip up so easily."

"You could, just like I could accidentally kill someone in a fight if I let my anger get away from me. Maintaining control even in the heat of the moment isn't always so simple." I reached out and took Amy's hand, she sucked in a breath as I did so, but didn't pull away.

"Tay, you forget that I'm gaining similar powers. What am I going to do when I can call on even greater abilities? If I continue training with Genkai, I'll eventually be able to summon entire forests to do my bidding."

"I could see you leading an army of Ent into battle." I said with a forced laugh. Amy however just scowled at me. "Alright, bad attempts at jokes aside, maybe I should open up about a few things too."

"Taylor, what are you getting at?"

I took a shuddering breath, forcing my body to not tremble, was I really considering telling Amy one of my darkest secrets? "I think it's time I finally told someone the story of how I wound up the target of the Trio. I've kept it to myself for so long, hell, I haven't even told Genkai about this story in full, just the censored bits. The parts that don't make me look just as guilty as they were in those early days."

Amy stared at me with wide and unblinking eyes. "Taylor, they killed you. How can you think you're just as guilty as they were?"

"Like I said, in the early days." I paused and took a deep breath. "I came out to Mom back in 2008, during my last year of middle school. It wasn't some grand reveal, or anything special. She simply caught me checking out someone while we were shopping on the Boardwalk. Being a former member of Lustrum's movement, she didn't miss the way I was looking at the young heroine on patrol."

"Okay, and this is related to your death, how?" Amy asked.

"The context helps," I said. "Anyway, the talk lasted a few hours and continued well after we had gotten home. Through the course of our conversation, I figured out I had a crush on my best friend, Emma."

"Wait, is this the same Emma that was involved in your death?" Amy hissed.

"Yeah, so how does someone go from your best friend and crush to a mortal enemy?" I asked, she raised an eyebrow in question, I felt myself tense and forced down the torrent of Spirit Energy that itched to be freed. "You have your Mom die in a car accident while trying to answer a call from her daughter because she had kissed her best friend and was shot down immediately after."

My body was coiled tight as the phone rang. Mom answered my dejected greeting in a pleasant tone, likely already knowing that things hadn't worked out with Emma. I had just about said something when a scream was abruptly cut off by a sickening crunch of twisted metal. The call died and in that same instant I knew she had too.

A shudder ran through me as I came back to the present moment, the flashback subsiding. Amy's hand was on mine, an expression I couldn't quite place looked back at me.

"Emma was there through the funeral, but things weren't the same. We barely talked in the months to follow when a reminder came in the mail. Mom had signed me up for an LGBT retreat in New York, it even included a meet and greet with Legend. A part of me didn't really want to go, but it was the last thing Mom had given me and I wasn't willing to toss that aside."

I glanced back up at Amy, and tears were rolling down her face. Absently, I noticed they were running down mine as well. She squeezed my hand a bit tighter as I pressed on.

"The first few days were the usual boring affair, and I was still depressed as hell. One of the counselors made sure to check up on me from time to time and even introduced me to someone who had also gone through a recent traumatic event."

I smiled at the warm memories that came back to me of the weeks that followed, then grimaced at what I would have to go over in order to reach the warm and fuzzy parts. "Her name was Lily and at first we hated how they were forcing us to be friends. A few nights later I woke up from a nightmare about Mom, Lily was beside my bed and I just broke down. We started talking, me about my Mom, her about being put into the foster system after her Mom was arrested for possession of tinker drugs. Then she started talking about her sister…"

I took my time to go over her frequent moves from one foster home to the next before one decided to take her in on a more permanent basis. There had been a struggle over custody when her mom got out of prison a year later, but it was thrown out of court when Lily herself refused to go back to her family and chose her foster mother instead.

A part of me felt I was betraying her trust a bit, even if she had opened up about all of this in front of the group before the camp ended. Amy needed the context though, I could only hope that Lily would understand. Keeping things as vague as I could was probably for the best.

I took a steading breath. "Her sister didn't take that too well. About six weeks before the camp her sister had caught up with her, and attacked her. She never told me what happened in the attack, but she was shaken to hell and back over it."

"Okay, Lily sounds like a classic case of a recent trigger but I'm failing to see why you went on such a tangent about one of your crushes, especially given our current point of conversation."

"Sorry." I said while blushing. "It really isn't fair in that regard, but I want you to have as much context as possible. Yes, Lily and I grew close over the following week and when I called Emma one night, I brought her up. Emma had seemed happy I made a friend, but after a moment she suddenly hung up on me."

"You took it as jealousy, didn't you?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, Lily and I kept hanging out and Emma refused my attempts to call her so I stopped trying. She and I never really got past the 'steal a kiss when nobody was looking' phase, and after we learned more about each other, agreed we should probably not pursue a relationship."

"Well, that's a loaded statement, and you've left me curious." Amy said. "So spill, because you don't strike me as the type to give up like that."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, you would think, but she turned out to be a few years older than me. If we were to try things now, it wouldn't be as bad, but when I was barely fourteen and she was almost sixteen, it was just a bit much for us, her living in New York City didn't help matters. She gave me her cell number regardless and we planned to keep in touch, then I came home."

"I'm guessing this is where the context starts coming in?" Amy asked, no doubt noticing that my expression had fallen into a forced neutrality.

"Yeah, I came home and went to visit Emma, only to find her sporting a stereotypical bi haircut along with a new trophy girlfriend in the form of one Sophia Hess." Amy sucked in a breath, whether that be at the tone or contents I wasn't sure. "Needless to say I didn't react well. I'm not really proud of the things I said, looking back. I'd called my then best friend some of the worst that growing up on the docks had taught me. I railed at her for turning me down, but jumping on the first hot piece of ass she saw, then Sophia punched me. Bruised ego aside, the part that hurt the worst was when Emma told me to leave and never speak to her again.

"I'd actually turned down Arcadia so I could stick with Emma, which might have been the biggest mistake of my life. Emma and Sophia swiftly climbed the social ladder at Winslow and started attracting attention, and in my ignorance I thought it would be a good idea to stir some shit up. I called out Emma for picking Sophia over me, right in front of some Empire wannabes."

"Well that was incredibly dangerous, and stupid as shit." Amy said.

"No kidding. Sophia didn't have any of it either, called me a dyke and told me to stop harassing Emma just because she wasn't a pervert like me. Hindsight on this one is a bitch, because she probably saved hers and Emma's lives by doing that."

"Likely yours as well…" Amy muttered. My body went rigid as her words hit me. Her eyes widened in panic as she pulled back. "Context, right. Taylor, when did they start to really bully you?"

How could Amy even suggest that… My fury died as ice cold realisation shot through my veins. "Not even two days after that, that's the first time they truly bullied me."

"It was a moronic plan, but it is possible that their starting intent was to distract the Empire." Amy said softly, my mind was reeling at the possibility. "It doesn't excuse things, but it might help you fill in that missing piece of the puzzle."

"Fuck… FUCK!" I was on my feet and heading for the door before my mind caught up with me, years of bullying was being re-examined in my mind, looking for further clues. In hindsight they were almost obvious, at least for that first year. Once Madison had joined the group they started attracting more groupies and that's when things started getting worse. They had created expectations, and for whatever reason took that as a sign they needed to escalate, right up until I had died.

If that had been Emma's intention originally, I had to wonder just how she felt about 'almost' killing me. It made me want to tell her that I had died, but she didn't deserve to know the truth. It wasn't like I would ever see her again if the terms of the restraining order were being followed. She should have been out of the Bay by now if what Carol had told dad was accurate. If only I could say the same about Sophia.

I wasn't quite sure when or even how I had found my way to Brockton General's roof, but it was a peaceful place to brood. Naturally, it hadn't taken Amy terribly long to track me down, though I could tell she had stopped by one of the rooms on her way up.

I forced myself to be as stoic as I was able when she sat on the roof edge alongside me. I couldn't help but notice the lit cigarette hanging from her lips but I wasn't about to comment on her vices. We sat in further silence until the faint glow of the soon to be rising sun began to peek over the bay.

"With that context," Amy started, taking a long drag off her cigarette. "I have to agree, we're both disasters on par with an Endbringer attack."

I couldn't help it, I snorted at her poor attempt at breaking the ice before we both broke down into quiet chuckles that escalated into full on laughter that required us to brace on the other to keep from falling off the building. I wasn't sure which of us had begun to cry first, but we were both reduced to ugly tears moments later. The sun had moved above the horizon by the point we had fully calmed down, leaning into each other for support.

"So?" I asked.

Amy took a breath. "So, we can agree that anything we might have would be unhealthy as fuck, correct."

"No doubt in my mind." I said in agreement. "But I'm willing to try if you are."

"Let's agree to just see where they go for now." Amy said and I felt my heart deflate. "We both have our issues, but yours aren't in your face almost daily, taunting you into relapsing. Mine are, and I just… I need to take my time to work through this. The way Vicky's aura makes me feel is still too raw, too fresh to give you what you deserve. I don't want you to be some rebound, if we happen, I want it to be done right because you, Taylor Hebert, are an amazing person and deserve someone who likes you for who you are. Even if you can be a bit of a control freak at times, I'm not sure I'd still be here without you."

I wasn't too full of myself to deny that I was in tears once more, from both the initial rejection to just how strongly she felt about me. It wasn't what I wanted, not even close, but it was something. It was a starting point for the both of us to move forward from, it was Amy's pace to set and I would respect that.

"You're killing me Ames." I whispered into her shoulder as I hugged her tight. "I'm not going anywhere, so you do what you need to do and I'll be there to support you every step of the way. I just want you to be happy, regardless of what that means for us."

Time seemed to slip away as we enjoyed each other's company in less awkward silence.



~~~


It wasn't until just after noon that a service technician woke us up, having passed out on the roof from our exhaustion catching up with us. Despite our embarrassment, the technician promised that none of what she saw would end up on PHO, including the picture that she forwarded to Amy of us cuddled up against each other.

A glance at my phone had Amy and I burning Spirit Energy in a mad dash towards Captain's Hill. We'd almost slept through my appointment with Warlock and were attempting to make up for lost time whenever we couldn't sense anyone that would notice her enhanced speed.

Amy was practically cackling as she leapt across rooftops with ease, her Spirit Energy appearing as a blazing inferno under her skin to my senses. It was refreshing to see her simply cut loose and just enjoy the moment, especially after the night we just had.

"I wish I could get away with this more often." Amy said with a wide grin as we cleared the next building.

"It's a lot more fun than the bus, that's for sure." I agreed with an equally wide smile.

Amy took the next leap with a flair that an olympic judge would appreciate, landing with a grace that didn't break her stride. "Or the Glory Girl express."

As the buildings shrank down to single stories we were forced back to ground level and a more baseline jog to regain ground. The GPS in my Spirit Phone insisted this was still faster than waiting for the next bus.

Approaching Captain's Hill, I could sense Warlock was already waiting for us ahead, a glance at Amy had confirmed that she had as well. Jogging up the trail I expanded my senses to their limits. Unless someone could fully conceal their energy, aside from the three of us, there wasn't another person for several blocks. We would be safe to discuss sensitive topics.

Cresting the hill we slowed to a walk, neither of us breathing particularly hard, but we had worked up a sweat. I also noticed I was still wearing my jacket from the prior night, which sported over a dozen bullet holes.

"I guess I should just get used to needing to replace my clothes after each fight I get in." I said as my eyes locked onto the location of Warlock's energy. A younger man was sitting at a picnic table near the monument to the founder of Brockton Bay. "I may be able to survive bullets thanks to your enhancements and Genkai's training but my clothes sure as shit can't."

Amy chuckled and patted my shoulder. "You should make an appointment to go see Parian, if you can. She should be able to make something a bit more durable."

"Isn't she the one that does the puppet shows on the boardwalk?" I asked, slowing my pace down just enough so I could get Amy's answer before we took our seats and started the meeting.

"She is. I'm also betting that Insight uses her for her Cape's outfits as well." Amy said and left me to consider that as she stepped ahead of me to claim the far seat on the opposite side of the bench.

I swung around and took my seat and finally got a good look at the slouching… Christ, he was younger than I was and somehow familiar. I tried to place him from Winslow but drew a blank, then a memory of soup and sandwiches popped back into my mind and it clicked.

"You're the kid we saw when eating lunch before I fought Oni Lee." My words drew his attention up from the table and he met my eyes. The eyes I saw looking back were filled with sorrow and regret, as though he bore a weight upon his very soul. Given the admission that he was former Empire, that was likely the case.

"Yeah, sorry about the freakout." He said and I was taken aback. For as deep as his Warlock voice was, hearing the soft voice of a boy who likely hadn't even fully entered puberty was jarring to say the least. "I wasn't expecting to run into Panacea like that."

"Gotta say, I'm surprised to find out that you're Warlock." Amy said with a wave of her hand at him. "I knew you were a parahuman when I helped you, but honestly, I expected you to leave this city after what you asked of me."

"Well, I do have a fair amount of baggage, as well as a few debts I want to repay." The boy said. "To Taylor especially, she deserves some closure. What the Empire tried to do to her was wrong, and had I known that was their intention, I would have refused to get involved."

"You were there?" I asked. "You seem a bit young to have been one of the henchmen, and the only capes were…"

I glanced at Amy and caught the moment her eyes went wide, her expression shifted from curiosity to horror then rage in the span of a second. The next second saw hundreds of roots and vines explode from under her sleeves. Warlock was pinned almost in an instant, letting out a squawk of surprise as one wrapped around his throat.

"You." Amy practically growled with murder in her eyes. The vines shifted and tightened around the boy, forcing his head back, and she placed a hand on his throat.. "Explain everything. I will know if you're lying."

"My name is Castiel Novak!" The boy squealed. Well, that answered one of my questions. "I left the Empire with the help of Insight, who called in a favor with Panacea to give me a new identity!"

"Keep talking." Amy ordered as her vines constricted tighter. Thorns formed along the vines around his neck and I could see the pinpricks of blood being drawn. Castiel was hyperventilating at this point, whatever the secret was, he really didn't want to share it. A sinking pit formed in my gut as my Spirit Energy roiled, filling the forming void, yet nothing made sense for why Amy was reacting like this.

"Tell Taylor who you used to be." Amy demanded, several mouths formed along some of the larger tendrils, their drool sizzled on contact with the table, eating away as though it were cotton candy in water. "I can't believe I didn't see it before. Insight tricked me to do something I most definitely wouldn't have done if I knew who you were beforehand. Tell Taylor now before I do it for you."

"Tammi Herren!" He yelled, now in tears. "My former name was Tammi, but you knew me as Rune!"


Author's Notes:

Whew, this chapter was a lot. Next week we'll kick off the interludes with a Warlock PoV, hopefully things don't go too poorly for him with an enraged biokinetic at his throat and a pissed off Spirit Detective backing her up...

Hopefully the accelerated posting we managed for interludes before can be maintained this time as well since there are four of them this time. For those not following the updates, the rewrites of the first four chapters have been posted and the threadmarks have been updated to reflect this, even if they don't change the story, I hope they serve it better all the same. Cheers!
 
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