Worm Rain (Original Fiction Crossover)

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A group of otherworldly dragons are sent to Earth Bet to "excise a parasite", whatever that means.

First time posting, please be gentle.

(Crossposted from SB)
1.1
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AN: Hello. Long-time reader, first-time poster here. I've been writing snippets of stories of Worm crossing over with my own stories for a while now, and decided at least one of them should see the light of day, so here I am posting it. The other half of this Crossover is Dragon Rain, a story that was once on the internet but got deleted due to personal stuff with the original author, whom I got in contact with recently and adopted from him. My version will show up on the net some day. Until then, enjoy this, and constructive criticism is appreciated!

Crossposted from SB


1.1: Tyler

About a week ago, Mikel came to the group with a message. Apparently this message was from Gaia, who I'm still not entirely convinced is real. This message was brief, only a few words long: "Prepare. Excise the parasite." Mikel got some sort of subtext with the message he couldn't quite put into spoken words for us, but explained that in four days we would all be transported to another world, another version of Earth.

Well, just as promised, four days later we all suddenly found ourselves somewhere else. We were now on a beach, with tons of ships washed up on it. When we arrived, Zack summed it up pretty well.

"Well s***. I guess this means the whole Gaia thing is real."

"Language!" Both me and Mikel said.

"What? Don't you guys think this warrants it? I mean, we're a bunch of kids, who can transform into dragons, and we've just been sent on a mission by our planet, who's also a giant dragon, to 'excise a parasite'."

"Oh hey…" Ethan spoke up. "Do we know what this 'Parasite' is?"

We all looked at Mikel.

"Gaia didn't say, but she implied we'd be able to tell easily."

"I guess we should split up and look?" I suggested. "Everyone transform and search your biosphere. How's that sound?"

Everyone looked at each other for a few moments, nodding back and forth.

"Sounds good!" Ethan said, giving a thumbs-up.

"Mikel, you find somewhere to set up a base, and connect us."

"Got it."

As I went down to the edge of the water, Alex pulled out his box of matches and lit one, Zack took a deep breath, and Sam bent down to scoop up some sand. I stuck my hands into the water and the transformation began. It was as quick and painless as it had been for a while, but during it there was a tingle at the back of my brain that was new. It was most likely from being in an entirely new place.

Once I was fully transformed, I looked behind me, turning my head all the way around on my long scaly neck (still love how I can do that) to check on the others, before diving into the water. Ethan climbed onto Zack's back, probably to get dropped off at a power plant or something, I could see a slight shimmer of Mikel walking away invisibly, and there was a rapidly-filling hole where Sam had tunneled.

I slipped into the water and launched away like a torpedo. In my search around what I found out was a large bay, I didn't find much about a parasite, but did find a lot of, um… muck on the seafloor. I swam a few laps around the bay until my water-purifying scales cleaned it all up. Rory or Sam probably could have done a more efficient job here, but they can't breathe underwater.

It was actually on one of these laps that I discovered the Rig. A huge oil rig that looked like it had been moved directly into the bay from wherever it was before. I tried to surface and take flight to get a better look at it, but ended up slamming into some sort of forcefield! Really bruised my poor snoot too. I fell back into the water and switched on my Dragon Senses. Through them I could see the faint outline of a bubble all around the Rig, and began racking my brain for a Dragon breed that could do something like this.

Maybe a Light Dragon could, but he couldn't hold it for long in this climate. They absorb light from Sol, and in a colder climate like this they can't absorb enough fast enough to keep it up 24/7.

Anyway, I decided this warranted further investigation, so I found a nice hidden spot on the seafloor under the Rig to settle down at, and opened my mind to Mikel's telepathy. I won't go into too much detail, but Psychic Dragon abilities are absolutely busted, but Mikel let us all in on some of their "blind spots". With my defenses down, my draconic mind shines like a beacon in the mindplane, and Mikel will know I either want to talk to him, or I've been knocked out.

"Tyler? Are you ok?" Mikel's voice radiates out from the center of my brain.

"Yeah," I think back at him. "Snoot's a little flatter than before but I'm fine. Have you found out anything about the city we're in yet?"

"Well that should be fine. And, no, nothing yet. Though I have found a good spot for a home base; an old abandoned warehouse on the docks. Psychometry says no one's been here for several years at least."

As his words flowed into my mind, so did a rough map of the path he took from our starting point to the warehouse. It was close enough to the water I could probably get into it without being seen.

"Got it. Uh, when you talk to the others, ask if anyone knows about the oil rig in the bay."

"Oil rig? Who in their right mind would build one in the middle of a bay?"

"Well I don't think they built it right there."

"Hold on, I've got someone else trying to get my attention. Be right back."

I knew full well that with his level of insane multitasking, Mikel could easily talk to both of us simultaneously, but he probably wanted to hear whatever they wanted to say and relay it to me. It took about a minute before he got back to me.

"Just talked to Zack and Ethan. The former helped the latter transform- you know how finicky Lightning Dragons are- and as they were flying around they found out that this world doesn't have Dragons."

"No Dragons? Wait- world?"

"Yeah." Mikel sounded exhausted with that one word. "I think Gaia sent us to another world… because our world doesn't exactly have superheroes."

"What." I said both out loud and mentally, it was so deadpan.

"My thought exactly, until I looked through Ethan's memories to see it myself. Tall blonde girl in white and gold, flying without any wings. Chased Zack until it was clear she couldn't break the sound barrier, then switched to Ethan… who dove into some power lines to escape. Rode the lines about a mile away then "called" me."

"Do you think… think that these superheroes are the 'parasite'?"

"Maybe? It could be that this version of Gaia just decided to represent her chosen with superpowers instead of making them Dragons. And- uh oh."

"What's going on?"

"Someone's approaching the warehouse. Don't know if it's one of us, my consciousness is spread too thin at the moment. I'll get back to you once I verify the warehouse's safety."

There was a light pop as Mikel receded his consciousness from mine, and I closed my mental defenses. I let go of the seafloor and made myself buoyant enough to float to the surface. I looked up at the Rig and the shield surrounding it.

"Superheroes, huh."

I ducked back under for a second to build up speed, then leapt out of the water and flapped my wings, flying out from under the Rig. I turned and flew over the city. As a Water Dragon my flight is probably the worst of the bunch, but with the lessons Zack gave me back home, I felt confident enough to outfly anything that came my way. As I flew over the city I noticed a few things. What could be called the docks actually stretched a ways inland, there was a large hill with only a single building that looked like a restaurant on it, and in the "downtown" area there were a pair of dragons sitting on the tallest building. Red and pale blue, so Alex and Dominic. I landed on the roof behind them.

"Hey Alex, Dom!"

They turned around, almost in sync, to look at me.

"Hey Tyler! How's the water?" Dom asked.

"Not bad," I said, shrugging my wings. "A bit polluted, but that won't be for long. Have you two noticed the superheroes?"

"Yeah, actually." Alex said. "I think that building is their HQ down there."

He pointed a claw down at the rest of the city and I walked to the edge to take a look. It was a shorter, 3 - 4 story building made almost entirely of windows, and on the side was a large emblem of a shield with the letters "P.R.T".

"Huh. Well, what about the oil rig in a forcefield out in the bay?"

The front of his muzzle formed into an 'o' as he stared blankly at me.

"Well, we did see some costumed humans going in and out of this place, so maybe they're both bases but for different groups?" Dominic suggested.

"That's plausible. Hey, if there's superheroes, do you think there's supervillains?"

"Probably, but I haven't found anything resembling a villain's lair yet, so they're either smart or the heroic presence keeps them out of town. If I were a villain I'd probably roost in the tallest building I could find- which is this one, but it's just some pharmaceutical company."

"Well, you never know, it still could be," Dominic said. "I mean, we all know… Hey, does anyone else hear that?"

We all looked towards the roof-access door. For a few ominous moments the sound of someone walking up stairs within echoed out to us, until it stopped, and then the door opened.

"Oh. A knight in shining armor, how original." I said, rolling my eyes.

Despite what I said, the man's armor was much less medieval plate mail and more sci-fi power armor. His entire suit was dark blue with silver trim, and his helmet sported a black visor that covered his eyes and top of nose, but left his bottom of nose, mouth, and chin exposed to show off his short, immaculately groomed beard. Held in his right hand was some kind of polearm.

"You can speak." He said, though if he was surprised by his revelation, he didn't show it.

"Of course we can speak." Alex scoffed. "You sound like you've never seen a dragon before."

"I have not." He admitted. "But you being sapient certainly makes this easier. You three are trespassing on private company property. Please vacate the premises immediately; If you do not, I have been authorized to use force." To emphasize his point he taps the butt of his halberd on the ground. To be honest, he sounded like he was reading off a cue card.

"Yeesh," Alex said. "Fine, we'll find somewhere else to roost."

Dom's cheeks puffed up and he blew some frigid breath over Alex, causing his scales to bristle and him whirl around to glare at the ice dragon.

"Oi!"

"He is obviously some sort of authority here. We should take his orders calmly and with respect." Dom chided. Alex grumbled but didn't say anything more.

"Sorry about him, we'll leave now." I told the "knight".

"Before you do," He raised a hand, and with a twitch of his fingers a compartment on his gauntlet opened. The compartment ejected a card, which he caught between his index and middle fingers, and offered it to me. "Take this."

"Uh, thanks." I plucked it from his fingers, carefully so as not to pierce it with my claws, and looked at it. It had the same logo that was on the building we saw, underneath which was an address and phone number.

I opened my mouth and put the card into my cheek-pouch, to which the "knight" looked disgusted for a split second before resuming his stoic expression. I then walked to the edge of the roof and leapt off. A pair of wing *floomphs* told me Alex and Dom had done the same after me.

The three of us flew around for a bit, before I noticed a purple light flashing at me from down in the docks. I signaled Alex and Dom to land, then dove for the roof of the warehouse the light was coming from.

"Tyler, over here."

I looked around, until I noticed the shimmer of light as Mikel uncloaked.

"Hey Mikel. Uh, whatever you need we should probably wait for-"

Alex dove a little too sharply and ended up crashing into the side of the warehouse, but grabbing onto the edge of the roof.

"...Alex and Dominic to land."

Dom landed a lot more gracefully, then padded over to help Alex onto the roof.

"I think that's good." Mike said. "I need to take the three of you to our new base. Everyone else is there already, and I'd like everyone together in person for this."

"Alright, I'm ready." Alex said, rubbing his face.

"Mind's open." Dom said. I simply nodded.

Mikel closed his eyes and concentrated. I felt one of his mental tethers connect to my mind, space twisted around us like someone was crushing a plastic bottle, then we were suddenly in a cave, and Mikel was on his knees breathing heavily. Like he said, everyone was present. Zack, Ethan, Sam, Rory, myself, Alex, Mikel, Dominic, and to my surprise, a human.

"Hey Zack, who's she?" Alex asked the wind Dragon.

Zack looked to Mikel questioningly.

"You can tell them… I'm gonna need a minute after a warp that big."

"Right," Zack stepped into the middle of the ring we were standing in. "This here is Marissa. Mikel and Sam found her while scoping out a new roost, and she actually showed us to this cave. Aside from letting us have the cave, she has agreed to catch us up on the goings-on in this realm in return for an item from one of our hoards."

"Seeing as we all left our hoards in the dragon realm-" Ethan said.

"In capable claws." I interjected.

"Yes, in trustworthy claws." He rolled his eyes. "We'll have to wait until we amass new ones to pay her off."

"Woah, woah!" Marissa said, speaking for the first time since I got there, holding her hands in front of herself defensively. "Pay me off? I-I'm not going to demand you guys give me something immediately."

"Well too bad. We dragons don't like being indebted to others. Especially to a human." Alex said. Marissa blanched. Methinks she had some sort of a plan. Had.

"Guess that means there's only one way this can be resolved." I said, looking over at Sam. As the others caught on they all did as well.

"What are you all looking at me for?!" She exclaimed indignantly.

"I think you know."

"Ugh, fine." She straightened out her neck, and with a sort of sputtering, hawking gag evacuated a clump of something from her stomach to her mouth. She leaned down and gently spat it onto the floor. "I found these while enlarging the cave. Take your pick."

Marissa walked over, looking a bit green in the gills, and prodded the clump with a shoe. The clump slowly broke down into several large stones coated in saliva. She reached into her backpack and brought out a teal dishcloth, which she used to grab one of the larger rocks.

"What are these?"

"The one you're holding is an Emerald, but it's a bit cloudy." Sam rummaged through the clump with a claw. "The two smaller ones are Carnelians, there are several interesting-looking Quartzes, and a couple of proto-Amethysts."

"These are gemstones." Marissa said in awe. "You just… found these?"

"Course I did! I'm a Stone Dragon, I excavate my own hoard." Sam sat back on her haunches, crossing her forelegs over her chest, looking proud of herself.

"Do you have any Diamonds?"

"I wish. Diamonds taste the best."

Marissa set the Emerald back down in the pile, and instead went for one of the small red gems, wrapping it in the towel and shoving it into her pack.

"Alright, that's payment received, I guess." She stood and turned back towards the group. "So, what do you guys want to know?"



The Council of Dragons™ questioned Marissa for hours, before the sun had started to set, and she had to get home before her family started wondering where she was. We learned all kinds of stuff about the world we're in now. Stuff like the name of the city (Brockton Bay), information about the local power structure and dynamics (The Protectorate as the Big Good, and the three gangs as the bad guys), and the supposed origin of this world's Chosen. They call Chosen, "Parahumans", and we even have an idea of who the Firstborn Chosen is: Scion, the Golden Man. He appeared in the air over the Atlantic Ocean almost 30 years ago, and ever since people have been developing superpowers.

When asked if the Dragon Rain, or I guess "Parahuman Rain" was a thing here, Marissa looked confused and asked if we were talking about something called a "Trigger Event". After Trigger Events were explained to us, Mikel said he "needed to have a long talk with this version of Gaia".

So, while it seems this World Dragon is a bit crueler in how they create Parahumans, their Firstborn Chosen is much kinder. At least we won't have to fight Scion like we did Argash. In other news, we're no closer to figuring out what the Parasite is than we were when we started.

We also learned that this world, which the humans called "Earth Bet" is actually one of many, the closest neighbor of theirs being "Earth Aleph". We were all confused when Marissa told us Earth Aleph has less Parahumans, and generally weaker ones as well. Even I was confused by this. I guess Earth Aleph is just… less polluted than Earth Bet and Gaia? Historically, Gaia started turning Humans into Dragons in order to cleanse herself; Each breed can purify their element just by being near it.

Well, that was all a lot to digest (literally in Mikel's case), so after Marissa left, we all split off to our own rooms of the cave and went to sleep. In my room, Sam had dug out a large basin for me to sleep in, but it didn't have any water in it. I guess she expects me to fill it myself. I decided to put that off till tomorrow, so I guess I'll be waking up Human in the morning.
 
1.2
1.2: Tyler/Mikel

Morning came a lot later than expected, mostly because the night was interrupted by the Dragon Rain. Well, more accurately, interrupted by Zack and Rory sticking their heads down the tunnel to my room.

"Psst! Yo Tyler!" The Plant Dragon called.

"Unnnnnnn…" I groaned, still mostly asleep. "What is it Rory?"

"Dragon Rain. Me and Zack were going to go see if we can find who it is."

I looked around. Indeed, the grey stone walls of the room were tinted a light purple. I thought Dragon Rain didn't happen here? Well, I guess only Dragons would know either way.

"Great."

"Want to come?" Zack asked.

"Yeah sure… gimme a minute." I laid my head back down on the cool stone floor of the basin.

Zack rolled his eyes and scrunched up his wings to squeeze down the tunnel. He grabbed one of my forelegs in his mouth and pulled.

"Come on, get up, sleepy-horns."

"I'm up, I'm up!" I tried to pull my foreleg out of his mouth. I couldn't, and was too tired to simply shift and flow out of his grasp. "I promise?"

"Tyler." He growled warningly.

"Fine."

I brought my other three legs below me and stood up. Zack still didn't let go, instead backing up through the tunnel and pulling me with him. When he had pulled me into the main room of the cave he finally let go. I glared at him.

"I hate you."

"You're welcome." He grinned.

"Let's get going." Rory said, walking to the mouth of the cave. "These things only last a few minutes, right? Mind giving us a boost, Zack?"

"Well, obviously."

I walked over next to Rory, and Zack took up position behind us. He breathed in heavily, his chest expanding like a balloon. Rory and I extended our wings (which we could only do in the cave entrance because we both have the shortest wingspans), and Zack exhaled, launching us off the side of the mountain and over the city. Zack, of course, took flight and caught up to us in a matter of seconds.

"You excited, Rory?" Zack yelled over the wind.

"Yeah! I bet it'll be really interesting to see it without being totally confused!" He yelled back.

"Wait, interesting to see…? Oh! This is your first time observing Dragon Rain, Rory?" I asked.

"Yeah."

Rory and Sam weren't part of the original friend group. They both transformed shortly after we had defeated Argash the first time, then came and found us, because The Arcaneum was still being secretive at the time, and we weren't. Their arrival kinda heralded a miniature flood of adolescent Dragons joining us, and we couldn't keep meeting at one of our houses, so we moved the whole thing to a cave up by Lake Arrowhead. That was the real turning point in our lives. All sorts of extraordinary things started then.

"Hey, is that it down there?" Rory asked, knocking me out of my reminiscing.

I looked where he was looking, and saw a hospital surrounded by giant metal pillars. The thing about the Dragon Rain, is that we only call it that because I was the first of us to experience it, and because I'm a Water Dragon, the abnormality was torrential rain. In truth, Dragon Rain can be marked by many different things, depending on what "element" the Dragon being made is.

"Yup, that sure looks like it!" I said.

"Land on that building kitty-corner to it. We'll watch from there." Zack pointed a claw at the building then dove to land on it. We both followed.

Zack sat down scale-loaf and rested his head on the edge of the roof, while I opted to stay standing. Rory however was perched directly on the edge, leaning out over the street so he could get a good look at the hospital.

"Hey, you should probably find a safer place to sit." I said.

"Why?"

"Well, cuz when this finishes you're going to fall back asleep pretty instantly, and I don't think squishy Human-you is going to appreciate waking up with a snapped spine."

"Oh." His eyes widened and he took a few large steps back from the edge. Zack and I both chuckled.

A few minutes passed.

"Why's nothing happening?" Rory asked.

"Either lots of stairs, since Elevators won't work, or they've gotten lost." I answered. "Hey, while we're waiting, why don't you recount what goes on during the Dragon Rain?"

"Oh uh, sure. First you wake up wherever you went to sleep the previous day, and you've got this instinct telling you to go outside. Everything is covered in purple, and the world will be frozen in time until it finishes. When you get outside, the sky will flash three times, and then you have to get back inside to your bed. The Dragon Rain ends, and you wake up the next morning."

"You've got it. We just have to be-" I noticed the front doors of the hospital opening. "Oh there she is!"

The girl looked a bit older than any of our Human forms were, about 14 or 15, and was really tall. She had on a hospital gown and a pair of round-rimmed glasses, and had long, curly black hair. The ends of her wide mouth were turned down in confusion.

The sky flashed once. She took a step back as though struck in the face. The sky flashed a second time. She dropped to the ground, wrapping her arms over her head. Uh oh. The sky flashed a third time. She didn't move.

Thinking fast, I dropped from the roof and glided onto the street in front of her. She peeked out of her arms and looked up at me. I could hear her heartbeat quicken. I raised my head, sucked in a breath, and roared.

That gave her the motivation she needed. She leapt off the ground and booked it back through the steel and glass doors. I turned around and climbed up the building to the roof where the others were.

"Why'd you do that?" Rory asked.

"She wasn't going inside. You stay outside when the Dragon Rain ends, you end up only half Dragon."

"Oh… you mean like Mikel?"

I nodded.

"Mikel misheard us when we were explaining the Dragon Rain, and thought you had to stay outside. He fought the urge to run, and just sat put." I explained. "We all thought he got lucky, what with Psychic not being a physical element, but after I learned more about the Noble Elements, I no longer do."

"Huh." Was his response. "So, are we headed back to the cave now?"

"Not enough time." Zack said. "Dragon Rain always ends 30 seconds after the flashes. So long as the Human's inside they're safe. Us though? Just expect to be a little disoriented in the morning."

"Oh, so I guess… see you in the morning?"

"Yeah, good night."

Rory laid down, curling his tail and neck around himself. I did as well, and as I laid there with my eyes closed waiting for sleep to retake me, I wondered why Dragon Rain would exist here if this world already had it's own Chosen? Maybe when we arrived, this World Dragon saw us and thought we were cool. Whatever the case, in the morning we'd welcome a new Metal Dragon.

I've never encountered a Metal Dragon before. If I had to guess, she would be a sort of "refined" version of Sam's Dragn form; Sam can eat unprocessed ore just fine, but a steel rod or aluminum can would give her trouble.

The purple tint on the world seemed to be sucked into the hospital, and sleep fell over the three of us instantly.



Mikel

I sat in my room in the cave meditating. I am able to cast my mind out fairly far, to see and communicate telepathically, but everything I do at a large distance takes effort. With time and focus, however, my mind can "fill" the space between it and my body. I had to stay up all night to do it, but I have expanded my mind's area of influence over the entire city.

Within Brockton Bay, there are exactly 351,764 Human minds I can sense in full clarity, 125 minds that I'm a bit fuzzy on, and four minds I am unable to read.

Tyler, Rory, and Zack being out there accounted for three of the unreadable minds… but who was the fourth? This needed to be investigated.

I directed my mind towards where Tyler and the others were resting. When viewing the world like this, I don't get many fine details, mostly just rough shapes and colors. What I do see are minds; Minds sit around the middle of a person's head and shine brightly, showing off the surface thoughts in the form of projected images and text floating in a bubble. Not quite like a comic book thought or speech bubble, it's hard to explain.

For anyone I've taught how to protect their minds, the bubble their thoughts reside in is opaque, like a bubble in a pool of tar rather than a soap bubble. I could force my way into the mind, but it would take more concentration than I'm willing to exert, and doing so would alert the mind's owner, and they would likely strengthen their defenses.

It's more of a way to hide than blockade.

"Good morning, you three." I said, projecting my appearance onto the world between them.

"Morning," Tyler said. "I woke up with a card in my mouth."

He held up said card.

"You went to sleep without emptying your mouth-pouch again, didn't you." He nodded. I sighed -or, well, injected the remembered sound of a sigh into their heads.

"To be fair, this is the first time we've gone to sleep outside our element in a while." Zack said. "We've all kinda gotten out of the habit."

"Fair enough. What's the card say?"

"It's a business card for the local heroes." He flipped it around so I could see the printed side of the card.

"Oh. Parahuman Response Team, the de-facto "cape police". I had been thinking about getting in contact with them. With the organization's resources we might be able to find the Parasite faster."

After I'd said that, I split off another "instance" of my mind at my body. A second pair of mental eyes and ears appeared back in the cave. I flew through the winding tunnels looking for anyone who was still there, while my original instance discussed working with the PRT. Rory was firmly against it, citing his "draconic pride" as a factor, Zack was on the fence, and Tyler agreed with me, probably only because it was me who pitched the idea.

I soon found Sam and Alex crafting some furniture for the communal room of the cave. Sam was generating clay by breaking down the stone she'd been consuming from excavating the cave, and shaping it, while Alex baked it with his fire breath. They'd already finished several dragon-chairs (ie, chairs designed for dragons) and a display case for her hoard. I asked them where everyone else had gone. Ethan and Dominic had both gone out into the city, though with different destinations in mind: Ethan wanted to find the flying girl who chased him and Zack, and Dominic was going to locate a good ice cream shop.

I split two more instances off from the original by Tyler and used them to go looking for the Lightning and Ice Dragons.

"I think we need a change here." Zack said. "You guys are just going in circles arguing about this. Do you think we should check on the new Dragon?"

"New Dragon?" I asked.

"Yeah, there was Dragon Rain last night."

"There's Dragon Rain here?"

"That's what I was thinking." Tyler said. "Wait, you mean you didn't know it happened?"

"Oh uh, I was awake all last night. I didn't enter the time distortion." I looked away from them and scratched the back of my head.

"Mikel…" Zack said warningly.

"I know, I know." I put my hands up placatingly.

Before I had a chance to justify my not sleeping, there was a loud sound of glass and concrete shattering as a large metallic wing burst out of the building across the street. As the three of them turned around, slightly panicked to look, all I could think of in any of my instances was "Oh thank Gaia, a distraction!"
 
1.3
AN: This chapter was originally posted in two halves. I've consolidated them.



1.3: Taylor

Early that morning.

I slowly ebbed in and out of consciousness as I laid in bed. What happened… yesterday? Yesterday feels correct. What happened yesterday was still fresh in my mind, and I really didn't want to open my eyes, for fear that I'd find myself back in the locker. A shiver ran down my entire body as I remembered the cramped, pressing embrace of the metal walls and the feeling of the waste clinging to my hair and clothes.

"Get up."

Words reverberated through my brain. The voice sounded neither masculine nor feminine, but definitely powerful.

"Get up, my daughter."

My eyes cracked open the barest amount. Even blurry and dark, I could tell I wasn't in my room.

"I am in pain, my daughter."

I sat up, pushing the thin covers off of me, and looked around. It looked like a hospital room. I groped around the edges of the bed for a bedside table. Eventually I found it, and luckily my glasses were sitting on it. I unfolded them and placed them on my face, then climbed out of the hospital bed.

"You must ease my pain, my daughter."

"Who's there?" I called out. No response. "Oh now you decide to shut up."

As I stood there, a sense of urgency flowed through my mind, like there was something outside I had to experience. Like I was incomplete, and the rest of me was out there. I walked over to the door, and as I put my hand on the handle to open it, it felt unnaturally cold. I ignored it and pushed through the door into the hallway.

It took a few minutes of shuffling down winding hallways searching, but I eventually found the stairs. I had tried an elevator, but the button to call it wouldn't press even when I tried punching the panel. But that wasn't the strangest thing I'd seen during my search. There was absolutely nobody else here. All of the doctors and nurses, all of the other patients, just gone. It felt like I was all alone in the world… not that I'm not used to that.

"I am beset by a parasite."

"Great to know it." I rolled my eyes as I walked down the stairs. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Outside there are ones like you. They will help you ease my pain."

"Then why'd you need me?"

Again, no response. Still, I was now determined to see who these "others like me" were, on top of the formless, unexplained pull I felt urging me towards the front doors. The voice continued to stay quiet the rest of the time I was descending the stairs, and while I found my way to the front lobby. The outside was in sight.

Outside didn't quite look right. The purple glow enveloping everything around me intensified the closer I got to the doors, and through the large front windows I could see a giant steel rod sticking out of the street. It was easily bigger than a tree, and looked like it fell from the sky with enough force to embed itself into the asphalt.

As I approached the automatic doors, they opened to let me outside -because of course they work when the elevator wouldn't, that makes total sense!
Stepping out into the night air, I expected to feel a chill as the coastal air washed over me, but the temperature stayed absolutely the same. I looked around, and saw more of those rods, scattered around the street and sidewalks. Maybe they were some kind of temperature-changing Tinkertech? I didn't get a chance to ponder this any further as the sky suddenly flashed with an overwhelming white light.


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I stumbled back a step, and could feel a pressure in my head I wasn't quite sure was a result of being flashbanged.


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The shadowy silhouettes of two enormous worm-like creatures swam through my mind as the sky flashed again. I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around my head, trying to get that vision out of my mind.

"NO! You cannot have her!"

"All three of you, just get out of my head!" I screamed. Even through my shut eyelids and covering arms I could see the sky flash a third time.

"My daughter, be strong. That was only a mem-"

Whatever it was saying was interrupted by the sound of something large landing on the street in front of me. I cautiously parted my arms and peeked out between them. There, was a dragon covered in blue scales with glowing white eyes, towering over me. Even if I was standing at my full unnatural height instead of kneeling, I still wouldn't have measured up to it. It raised it's head to the sky, and roared.

One would think living in the same city as Lung would desensitize you to dragons. Turns out it doesn't.

I scrambled to my feet and ran as fast as my spindly legs would carry me back inside. I didn't stop once I was inside, and continued until I got into the stairwell, and collapsed to the floor with my back against the door. I couldn't hear the dragon at all, so it must have decided to leave me be when I ran.

Then, a thought hit me.

"Was… was that one of the 'ones like me'?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Well I'm not sure you've noticed, but I'm not a dragon!"

"No. Not yet, my daughter."

"What's that… supposed… to…"

I was overcome mid-sentence by an intense lack of energy, and sudden unconsciousness soon followed.




I awoke instantly, and rather jarringly, to the beeping of a heart monitor. I found myself once again laying in bed like last night, except while everything is still blurry from the lack of me wearing my glasses, it is obviously day now. Someone was standing beside my bed, probably a nurse or something, and there was a faint sound of a pen on paper.

I turned my head towards the source of the sounds, and the pen on paper sound stopped.

"Oh, you're awake!" The nurse said, sounding surprised. "I-I'll go get the doctor."

As she hurriedly left the room, I attempted to sit up. My entire body felt stiff, like I had been laying in the same position for at least a week straight. But, that couldn't be right… I got up and walked around last night and didn't feel stiff. Maybe that was all a dream. I got my arms under me and slowly pushed myself into a sitting position, then reached over to the bedside table and felt around for my glasses.

"They are more to the left."

"Oh, thanks. Wait-"

I stopped. That voice sounded familiar. My eyes widened and I could feel my heart speed up as the dread of "that was not a dream" seeped through me.

"Be at ease my daughter, your worry is unfounded. Your mind is untouched -not by me, nor by any sinister force."

"You being in my head doesn't reassure me all that much."

When the voice didn't return after a good minute of waiting, I let myself relax, leaning back to rest on the bed's headboard. I brought a hand up to my chest, and took a few deep breaths to calm my heart. After another minute, there was a knock on the still-open door. A man, whom I would have had to be completely blind to not instantly recognize as a doctor, entered shortly followed by a nurse pushing a cart.

"Hello, Taylor. I'm Dr Henry." The doctor introduced himself. "I admit, you gave us all a shock; Even by our most optimistic estimates you wouldn't wake up for another week at least. That being said, how are you feeling?"

"Thirsty." I replied almost instantly, voice still very hoarse.

"Well, we'll get you something for that shortly." He gave a slight chuckle. "In the meantime, there are some tests we need to run to see if the toxins have been entirely removed from your system."

He turned away from me towards the cart and began preparing what looked like an empty syringe. As he did that, the nurse came over and wrapped a cloth tightly around my upper arm.

"Toxins?"

"I won't go into detail, mostly because I'm not 100% privy to the details, but you were found in a rather… unsanitary position before you were brought to the hospital."

"Unfortunately, I remember."

I held out my arm to him as he turned back towards me with the syringe.

"Are you good with needles?"

"Never had a problem."

I was immediately made a liar as the needle made contact with my skin and I reflexively jerked my arm away. An intense, almost painful tingling sensation spread from the point of contact.

"Well, u-usually not a problem."

The tingling didn't dissipate, and instead continued to spread, quickly enveloping my arm. What's more,wherever the tingling was seemed to be turning grey. I held up my arm and stared at it with the worried intensity of someone who just realized that they were going to get a disease named after them.

"Taylor? Taylor are you alright? Speak to me." Dr Henry was saying, but I was too focused on not freaking out to hear him.

What happened next was mostly a blur. My grey arm started to swell up, muscle rippling like the waves beneath rapidly hardening skin. As the grey-ness reached my chest I could feel my bones start to shift, some lengthening and thickening, each of my ribs becoming the width of my entire leg. My spine began to emit sickening pops as new vertebrae came into existence, and with a loud rip both my neck and tailbone grew by at least a foot in length.
The last thing I noticed before screwing my eyes shut from the pain was the doctor and nurse making a hasty retreat out of the room. My entire body began growing outwards, and soon I could feel both the walls and ceiling against my skin, separated slightly from me by a layer of what felt like scales covering me.

Once everything seemed like it had stopped, I opened my eyes. The difference between before I closed them and now was stark in its contrast. I now took up half of the room, and also was seeing in full clarity. Whatever transformation I had undergone had fixed my eyes.

"Taylor?" I looked down at Dr Henry as he cautiously reentered. "Oh… oh god. You're a Parahuman."

"Yeah. I guess I am." I said. Except for no longer being hoarse, my voice wasn't affected by my transformation.

"That is so unnerving, hearing a normal human voice coming out of a dragon. Anyways, we have protocol for this. Nurse, would you call the PRT?" He called over his shoulder.

"Way ahead of you, doctor!" The nurse called from outside.

"Good. Uh, Taylor, do you think you could transform back?"

"Uhh… maybe? Let me try."

I closed my eyes again and concentrated. I've always heard that Parahuman powers have a degree of instinctual action to how they operate; Movers fly without needing to think about falling, Blasters generally don't shoot themselves in the face on accident, and Changers can move their altered forms as easily as their human ones. I felt around the mental image I had of my new body, and found a pair of new "limbs" coming off my back. The chances were slim that this was what I was looking for, but I tried it anyway.

There was a loud crack as my right wing extended from its folded-up position on my back, crashing through the hospital wall and sending shattered glass and concrete onto the street below.

"Oh, whoops."

In hindsight, that being a wing was obvious. Dr Henry sighed.

"That's probably going to be hard to explain to the authorities when they show up. Well, the PRT should be here s-"

He was cut off as, in between blinks, a boy appeared between us. He looked to be about 12 or 13, and had white hair and glowing purple eyes. He was dressed in purple, gold-trimmed robes that looked almost Greek in style, and much like me, had a pair of scaled, membranous wings sprouting from his back.

"There's no need, doctor, I can handle this." The boy said. "Greetings, Taylor Hebert, and welcome to the life of the best species ever."
 
1.4
AN: So, as I was looking through the timeline on the wiki to make sure a few events lined up for this chapter, I realized that I completely missed the mark on something that happened back in chapter one. So… instead of changing it, I'm just going to invoke AU shenanigans.

Some of you might have already noticed it, but for those of you who haven't, it'll be obvious in a few chapters.



1.4: Taylor

I stared down at the boy, dumbfounded. Everything that's happened in recent memory has been a lot, and my mind was not pumping on all cylinders.

"What?" I said.

The boy's smile dropped a bit.

"Dragons." He said. "We're objectively the best -no bias here. I figured I'd start upliftingly, considering your first impression wasn't all that great."

"Dragons."

"Yup, dragons."

"This… This can't be happening to me!" I screamed. "Was what I went through already not bad enough!? First the constant torment at school, then the locker, and now I'm forced to become a species I'm not, when all I want is just an end to it all!"

The boy stepped towards me, a worried look on his face as he slowly raised his hands.

"Taylor, please just calm down. Just listen to me, and I promise this will all-"

"NO!"

I screwed my eyes shut tight and swiped at the boy with my tail. I could feel when I struck something with it, but it felt too big to be the boy. Then, I felt a hand gently caressing the side of my muzzle. I cracked open one eye.

"You're not you when you're hungry. Eat this." He said, holding up something in his other hand close to my mouth. I tilted my head to see what it was.

"W-why are you offering me a scalpel?"

"Closest easily replaceable metal object."

"I don't think scalpels are all that replaceable. Also, wouldn't that cut-"

My protests were cut short as my stomach made itself known with a growl loud enough to rival that blue dragon's roar last night. Against my human instincts I carefully plucked the scalpel from his palm with my teeth and pulled it inside my mouth with my tongue. With a single bite the knife shattered into dozens of pieces, like a long, thin cracker. I swallowed, and felt an immense sense of relief.

"There we go." The boy said with a smile. "Immediate sustenance is important for First Shifts. To be honest, I probably should have led with the "Eat this" bit. And, I wouldn't be too hung up on your behavior just now, it's kind of a universal constant that newly transformed Dragons aren't in their right mind for a while."

"Still, I'm so sorry I took a swing at you." I said.

"Don't worry about it." He said with a small wave of his hand. "Though, to assuage any fears, and to keep your mind off dwelling on this whole situation, I will answer any question you have about this."

"That's probably for the best. But, um, when I swung at you I definitely didn't hit you, so what did I…" I trailed off as I glanced over him at the room around us.

Specifically at, or out the door. The boy turned around to look as well.

"Oh."

Dr Henry sat slumped against the wall across the hallway outside the room. Thankfully it looked like he was still breathing. Even more thankfully, he raised his arm with a thumb-up and proclaimed his status.

"I'm Ok!" He hollered.

"Well, he is a doctor so I think I'll defer to his judgment on that. Besides, no more convenient place to be injured than a hospital, right?" The boy said with a slight chuckle as he turned back towards me. "So, about those questions?"

"I think you should start by explaining who you are."

"Fair enough. My name is Mikel, and I am a half-dragon. I am also one of the leaders of a relatively small community of Dragons, much like yourself."

"Dragons like me?"

"Yeah, what happened to you isn't unique… or at least, it isn't unique outside of Earth Bet. As far as we can tell, you're Bet's first true Dragon."

"And… "half-dragon"? Was one of your parents like me?"

"No, I'm like you. Do you remember an odd, dreamlike vision last night?" I nodded. "I went through the same thing, except where you stuck the landing, I didn't."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Mikel said, waving his hand and giving a grin. "I don't blame those who didn't make a mess of their lives. Got any more questions? We still have a minute or two before any "visitors" arrive."

"Yeah I still have one: Why? Why is this happening?"

"Ah yes, the everpresent "Why". To begin explaining that, there's one thing that has to be understood here. Your planet is itself a living, thinking creature, with the ability to create and manipulate life. Our Earth is as well, and I believe the reason Earth Bet is creating Dragons out of his or her denizens is the same: Pollution has outgrown Humans' ability to clean up after themselves."

"That speculation is almost entirely incorrect." The voice returned, but I ignored it.

"Really? And how exactly is eating metal going to fight pollution?"

"Metal Dragons are usually a 2nd Generation element, but 2nd gens being made directly isn't unheard of if the immediate area has a specific problem with that element. I think there's a certain famous pile of metal you're forgetting."

"You're kidding." I said as deadpan as I could muster. "You're telling me that the planet turned me into a Dragon, because it wants me to eat the Boat Graveyard?"

"While the removal of that sore would be beneficial, the actual reason is not that."

"Shut up voice." I thought back at it.

"And with that, our time is up." He looked towards the door, as if expecting someone to walk through it right then.

To my surprise, someone did. Two someones. The first was another boy the same age as Mikel, but with light blond hair. He wore a matching cyan tank top and large-bottomed pants with sea-green waves decorating the collar and hem respectively.

"I came as quickly as I could, Mikel." the new boy said. "And I hope you don't mind, I kinda ran into someone on the way…"

And then the second person stepped into the room. Clad in his iconic midnight-blue and silver power armor, Armsmaster stood before me. Three thoughts immediately flashed through my mind in quick succession: Oh my god Armsmaster is in the same room as me, Oh my god I look like Lung what if he attacks me, and Oh my god his armor looks delicious.

"Greetings, Co-" Mikel immediately cut himself off with a fake cough. "Sorry. Greetings Armsmaster."

Armsmaster simply looked down at Mikel, staring intensely at him through a visor that was significantly less opaque than I remembered. He ran through a routine of odd small facial motions as he seemed to study the draconic boy.

"You don't show up on any of my equipment." He said finally.

"That's because I'm not actually here. My illusions aren't picked up by cameras."

"I see."

Armsmaster then looked up at me and his entire demeanor subtly changed. His shoulders relaxed just enough for him to go from "stoic warrior" to "business casual", and the slightest ghost of a smile graced the ends of his mouth.

"You must be Taylor Hebert."

"I-I am."

As Armsmaster slowly approached, Mikel got out of his way and went over to the other boy. I tactfully turned my face away from him, so I wouldn't be salivating over his armor the entire conversation, but kept him in my peripheral vision.

"We at the Protectorate have been keeping an eye on you ever since your accident."

"Accident? Oh, the locker. That was bad, but I didn't think it had anything to do with cape stuff."

"On the surface, it doesn't. What do you know about how Parahumans gain their powers?"

"Only that it just sort of happens, and that the children of Parahumans get powers too."

"Excellent. That is exactly the kind of answer we expect from the public. However, that is not the truth, and the truth is better spoken of behind closed doors." He turned and looked at the currently very open door. "If one of you would?"

Mikel, not stopping his hushed conversation, waved a hand at the door and it shut on its own. I could hear Dr Henry mutter something about being left out. And then came the explanation-ing.

"Parahumans are not, strictly speaking, the product of random chance. The creation of a Parahuman is governed by two things: The Corona Pollentia, an anomalous organ in the brain of an estimated 40% of Humans, and a process we have labeled as "Triggering". A Trigger Event can best be described as the worst day of your entire life, and causes the Corona Pollentia to activate, granting the individual powers. As you may imagine, this information is kept secret for a rather good reason."

"So people don't try hurting themselves to get powers. I get it."

"That is correct. On that note, since you are a Parahuman, and still an adolescent, I would like to offer you a position in the Wards."

Mikel seemingly finished his conversation right then, and spoke up.

"Actually, you're wrong on both accounts, sir. She is not a Parahuman, and technically speaking… not an adolescent either."
 
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