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Worm G1 (Worm AU)
Issue #1
With my notebook ruined, I'd had to choose between either going back or moving forward.
I chose to move forward.
I was going to be a superhero. That was the goal I used to calm myself down during the worst moments. It was what I used to make myself get out of bed on a school day. It was a crazy dream that made things tolerable. It was something to look forward to, something to work towards. It made it possible to keep from dwelling on the fact that Emma Barnes, leader of the trio, had once been my best friend.
And now? Tonight? Tonight, I was making that dream a reality.
Well, sort of. My costume still wasn't quite finished, and I might not even run into anything tonight, after all. Brockton Bay had its problems, yeah -- any city going through what was happening here would -- but it was no Gotham City.
As I walked, I was using my powers to draw a swarm together, but kept them out of the way, moving just over the nearby rooftops and through the interior of buildings. Anyone paying attention to the local cockroach population might think something was up, but there weren't many lights on, not this late at night.
I tried to tamp down on my frustration as time passed without a whisper of trouble. That was a good thing, right? It meant things were quiet, even here in the bad part of town. Or it just meant I wasn't very good at finding the bad guys. Either way, it was frustrating. Just as I was about to turn around and go home, though, I heard a scream.
I ran toward it, halting just outside the alley entrance, and took a quick peek. A young couple was backing from three teenagers, two guys and a girl. Skinheads. Classic Empire 88, they still made up the vast majority of the gang even after Hookwolf took over and opened up the ranks to assholes of all races; few minorities were interested in joining a former white supremacist gang, after all, and the entry exams were rumored to be... rigorous.
The girl had a baseball bat resting along the back of her neck, her wrists hanging over it on either side. One of the guys -- the leader, judging from how he was the one talking to the couple -- appeared unarmed, but the other had a tire iron resting on his shoulder.
I clenched my fists and closed my eyes for a moment. I could do this.
I stepped out into the alley entrance, fists on my hips. By the time I realized just how edgy my costume looked, I'd have had to redo months of work. Still, it looked pretty scary, so maybe that would help.
"Why don't you three leave them alone?" I called out. Thankfully, my voice didn't crack.
The three E88 gangbangers turned to look at me. "Well, well, well," the leader said. "Looks like we've got ourselves a wannabe hero."
The girl swung the bat around. "C'mon, boys, what say we teach her a lesson."
"Sure," the leader said, pulling out a switchblade. "Cut that Halloween costume right off and have a little... fun after."
Oh, ew!
"You've got two choices," I said. "Option A, you can surrender-"
"I think we'll take option B."
"Okay!" I said. "Bees it is."
With that, the swarm descended.
Yeah, yeah, bad pun. And I didn't have that many bees in my swarm either. But damn it, he walked into that one!
I didn't use my whole swarm, and I kept the bugs I did use limited to swarming, biting, and dry stinging. No venom. I had no clue what allergies they might have, and it would be a pretty terrible start to my hero career to accidentally kill someone my first night out.
The three thugs screamed and howled, swinging at my swarm, not that it did them much good.
"Fucking kill the bitch!" the girl shrieked, and the leader dropped his knife, reaching down and-
Oh, shit. That's a gun.
I immediately brought in the rest of the swarm, and I heard a couple of gunshots-
The next thing I knew, I was lying flat on my back, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest, and the sky was lit up by flashes of red.
Had I just been shot?
Someone was crouched down next to me, checking me over with one hand, a phone in the other. It took me a moment to recognize who it was.
My eyes went wide as saucers. Of all the things I imagined might happen on my first night, running into possibly the most famous -- certainly the longest-serving -- hero in Brockton Bay hadn't even crossed my mind. I tried to sit up.
"Hey, it's going to be all right," Laserdream said, breaking off her phone conversation. "How do you feel?"