by wildbow
We watched her work. The dissolving began to slow, then fix. The wounds weren’t closing, but the necrotized edges of the ruined flesh was turning from black to crimson.
“You going to go back?” Tattletale asked me.
I shook my head and glanced over to where the clouds was glowing orange with the reflected flames. “Nothing I could do. Too much fire, it cancels out my power, and it’s dangerous for Atlas.”
“Atlas. I like that.”
I shrugged.
I turned to Amy. “Do you want me to bring bugs? Maggots eat only dead flesh, which might be helpful if—”
“No. I can handle that.”
“Or I could get some of the more useless bugs, like the ones you used to make Atlas, for raw material.”
Amy turned to give me an incredulous look.
“You said you didn’t have enough tissue to patch everything together. If you wanted to put together a placeholder…” I trailed off.
“Nice,” Regent said. “She could be a human-spider hybrid. Add some insult to injury with the mindrape thing.”
I could see Amy tense.
“That’s not what I’m saying,” I told him. “Amy was saying the enzymes were dissolving proteins and other stuff. The bugs would be a source of protein, vitamins, carbs…”
“I’m a little surprised you know that,” Grue commented. He didn’t take his eyes off of Amy and Glory Girl.
“My power tells me some of it,” I said. “And I did some reading after we took over our territories, trying to research that stuff. It was an idle thought, but I was thinking that if we got into a food shortage, I could feed my people with bugs.”
Imp made a gagging noise.
“Wow,” Regent said. “See, you just started off by making me think you were warped and creepy because you were suggesting Panacea turn Glory Girl into some sort of bug-borg, and now you’re making me think you’re creepy and weird because you wanted to feed bugs to people who aren’t your enemy.”
“It was just an idea,” I said, maybe more defensively than I should have, “And bugs are nutritious. People all over the world eat them.”
“Have you?” Grue asked.
I shook my head, “But I would have tried them first, if I decided to go ahead with that plan.”
“Please,” Amy cut in. “Can you?”
I turned to her. It took me a second to realize what she meant, after the line of questioning from the others.
“Yeah, of course,” I told her. I began calling a swarm to me. I’d already exhausted the surrounding area of most, and the ones I hadn’t already called forth were buried in the deepest recesses and most awkward areas, where it was so inefficient and time-consuming to bring them to me that I’d left them where they were.
It took some time to bring them to the area.
“How was the battle going?” Grue asked.
“The heroes seemed to be managing, but I don’t know how things are going to turn out,” I said. I looked at Shatterbird, who floated above us. “We could use her help.”
“Don’t trust myself to control her if she’s too far away,” Regent spoke.
I made a face. “Right. But she could carry you?”
“She almost dropped me once before. It’s pretty hard to hold on to someone, especially without the leverage you have when you’re on the ground.
The first bugs were arriving in front of Amy. She began dissolving them into their constituent parts and pressing them into Glory Girl’s abdomen. When she raised her hand, they were gone. She held her hand out for more to gather while keeping one hand on Glory Girl.
Minutes passed before Amy stood and wiped her bloody hands on her pants. “Done as much as I can.”
Glory Girl didn’t look ‘done’. Scars crawled across her body, angry-looking, surrounded by burns from the acid and flames. Her skin in areas where the flesh had melted away was so new and stretched so thin that it was translucent, and there was little to no body fat to pad the area between skin and muscle.
“Fix her,” Tattletale said. “You know what you did to her, you know it was wrong, undo it and walk away.”
“Can’t,” Amy shook her head, “I said I’ve done as much as I can, but there’s so much more I need to fix. The parts I made with the bits I took from bugs will need to be replaced with real flesh.”
“That’s her choice. You saved her life, good on you, but you need to let her make the call.”
“Why do you care so much? You’re a bad guy.”
“Oh yeah,” Tattletale replied in a dry tone, “I’m evil, right? Maybe that’s all the more reason to listen if I’m saying that something’s fucked up and wrong?”
Amy shook her head, “She needs to eat, and I need to rest. I can speed up her digestion, like I did with breaking down the bugs inside her. But I need so much material that it’s going to take a lot of food if I’m going to get everything she needs. One night, and I can make her normal.”
Tattletale shrugged, “That’s fine. Just undo what you did first.”
“If she fights me and doesn’t let me finish—”
“That’s her choice.” Tattletale repeated herself.
“No! That’s—that’s not her. That’s the change I made doing the talking, or the aftermath of it. Even if I removed all the neural connections that have been made since, there’s so much more in the emotional cocktails and hormonal balances. She’s channeling it into anger instead of… instead of love.”
Love. The implications were so fucked up. It was the sort of thing Heartbreaker did.
She hugged her arms against her body. There were tears in her eyes.
“You need to fix her mind now. For you, not for her. Maybe she’ll forgive you at a later date, when she’s thinking clearly again,” Tattletale said. “Maybe then she can approach you, you two can start interacting again, you rebuild that trust over months or years, and you can finish healing her body when she gives you her permission.”
“Or I can fix her now, undo what I did and then walk away forever, because I don’t deserve forgiveness and she shouldn’t have to live like this because—because a wrong I committed fucked with her focus or made her too aggressive or—”
“It wasn’t like that,” I said. “She didn’t have time to react. I was watching. These injuries Crawler inflicted were not your fault.”
“Doesn’t matter. She would have reacted sooner if she’d been getting enough sleep, if her emotions weren’t off kilter.”
“Amy—” I started.
She shook her head so violently that I stopped mid-sentence. “I can almost feel right about this. I patch things up, and then I go.”
Amy bent down and touched her sister. Glory Girl stirred and sat up. With Amy’s help she stood.
“You’re lying to yourself,” Tattletale said. “And you’re making things worse.”
“Just—I’m just keeping her complacent. I’m okay with it if she doesn’t forgive me for it. Don’t deserve it anyways. I do this, and then I’ll go somewhere I can be useful. Only reason I haven’t made more of myself and my power is because of the rules and regulations about exploiting minors with powers. Either go into government or don’t work at all, and didn’t want to go into government because they would have made me a weapon. And because I needed to be with my family.”
She smiled, but it wasn’t a happy expression. “Burned that bridge. But I’m sixteen now, I can get a job somewhere, start making a real difference with my power.”
“And the last thing you’ll do for your family is this? Hypnotizing your sister when she’s already mad at you for assaulting her and fucking with her head?” Tattletale asked.
“The last thing I’m going to do is fix her.”
“A means to an end.” I stepped forward a little. “Trust me when I say I’ve been down that road. I don’t recommend it.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Wasn’t it only a little while ago that you admitted you couldn’t figure out what you needed
to do to put things right? You asked me to make the call.”
“Because you had the experience in making calls on morality in dangerous situations, situations where I can’t even think straight,” Amy said. Her voice hardened a little, “But I have the impression that you don’t have that same expertise when it comes to family.”
I thought of my dad, and it sat heavily enough in my mind’s eye that I couldn’t formulate a response.
Grue formulated one for me. “You’re one to talk.”
“I’m trying to fix this!” Amy raised her voice. “Why are you making this a thing? Why do you even care?”
Tattletale shrugged. “I talked about it with Grue, Bitch and Regent. We were considering offering you a place on the team.”
I looked at Tattletale in surprise. I glanced at Bitch. Even her?
Amy scowled, “As if. You’re such hypocrites. Regent mind controls people all the time!”
“Regent mind controls the monsters, the bad guys,” I said.
“Taking advantage of bad people for selfish ends.”
“What you’re doing is selfish,” Tattletale cut in. “You think you’re doing it for her, but you’re only doing it to soothe your own guilt.”
“No,” Amy said, as if that was that.
She glanced at me. “Thank you for bringing her to me so I could help her. Um. I don’t want it to be a nasty surprise, so you should know I didn’t give the bugs I designed any proper digestive systems. They’ll starve to death before the week’s over, but the Nine will be gone by then. If they aren’t, we’re all fucked anyways, aren’t we?”
I looked down at Atlas, then back to her. I clenched my fists. “I’m using them to help people.”
“For now, sure. In the future? I couldn’t be sure. So I put a time limit on them. Let’s go, Victoria.”
“Hey!” I shouted. My swarm stirred around me as the pair turned to walk away.
“No,” Tattletale said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“But she—”
“She’s not thinking straight. We’ve all been there. You don’t want to start a fight. We’ve got other enemies to focus on without making more.”
I was pissed off enough that I wanted to hit someone. I couldn’t even articulate the entirety of why I was so angry. I’d gone out of my way to be nice to her, to empathize, to save her sister, and save both of their lives. And this was how she repaid me? A slap in the face, a final gesture to make her distrust for me as blatant as possible?
“I could try,” Grue said. “I’ve seen her power, but I don’t get the full picture, I might kill it. Or fuck it up somehow.”
“Please,” I said.
He raised one hand and created a wave of darkness. It passed over the two girls.
I brought Atlas to Grue, and he laid one hand on the shell. I could feel shifting in Atlas’s mandibles, head, thorax and abdomen.
The shifting stopped the same instant I saw Glory Girl spear straight out of the top of the cloud of darkness, flying high with Amy in her arms.
“Did you finish?” I asked.
“Couldn’t say,” he sighed.
I searched Atlas with my power, trying to get a feel for his physiology. As with all the other instances, everything about him was invisible if I wasn’t looking specifically for it, a black hole in the database of knowledge my power provided. He was created, and there was no genetic blueprint that my power could decrypt and analyze to figure out what part served a given function.
When I reached the area Grue had affected, I found it even darker, untouchable. The nervous system wasn’t something my power could interface with.
“I had to model it off of something, and I get the feeling I don’t have the same innate knowledge that Panacea does,” Grue told me. “The only thing I have any knowledge about is myself. I don’t know if it’s going to work, but he has a human digestive system. Or something close to it, that worked with his body. Near as I can figure, everything connects to what it’s supposed to.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Really.”
Tattletale was still watching Glory Girl and Amy disappear. She glanced down at Atlas, “You’ll have to figure out a diet that gives him every nutrient he needs, and pay a hell of a lot of attention to him. If you give him something his body can’t process, it could poison him like that.” She snapped her fingers.
I nodded. It was still better than nothing.
Sundancer was still clearing a path. I climbed on top of Atlas and rose above the ground, swaying a little in midair as I tried to control his flight enough to hover.
“Go,” Grue said.
“What?”
“Scout, search. Check on the fight. You’re restless.”
“Don’t like how that thing with Panacea ended.”
Grue shook his head, “Me either, but we should focus on what we can do in the here and now.”
“And I’m restless because I’m frustrated. There’s nothing for me to do here. I can’t handle the fire, can’t do anything if I’m with you guys.”
“Search for Jack and Bonesaw so we can put them down,” Regent said.
I shook my head. “They disappeared. Literally. I’m not sure if they’re dead or if they found a hiding spot.”
“That’s something we can work on,” Tattletale said. “Siberian was heading to a destination, right? Heading southeast?”
“Sure.”
“Did you see what direction Jack and Bonesaw were headed?”
I nodded. “Northeast from a point a few blocks that way.” I pointed.
“Then I think I know where they went. It’s quite obvious when you think about it. A place they could have researched in advance, unoccupied by anyone of consequence, capable of withstanding hits from virtually anything, supplied with food and water…”
Obvious? Maybe only to Tattletale. Still, with her hints, I could follow her line of thought to its conclusion.
“The emergency shelters for Endbringer attacks,” I finished for her.
Prey 14.7
“Three places nearby they could have gone,” Tattletale said. “Two that fit with the direction they were running. The shelter underneath the central library, and the one near where Scion confronted Leviathan.”
“I remember that one,” I replied. We were walking at a brisk pace around the perimeter of the bomb site. The area to our left still burned, and Sundancer was in the lead, clearing away the worst of the fires ahead of us. I was walking with Tattletale and Grue, Atlas following behind us. The others rode the dogs behind me.
“If we’re going to check those locations, then…” Tattletale trailed off.
“If I had a preference, I’d rather we check the library first. Bad associations with the other spot.”
Tattletale turned her head at that. “I thought you’d be proud.”
I shook my head.
“I only heard secondhand, so I didn’t get the full story, but you stabbed Leviathan with Armsmaster’s weapon and distracted him from going after the civilians that were inside that shelter.”
“Don’t know how many I really saved. He had a good thirty seconds to a minute to unload everything he had on the people in there, and we all saw how much damage he did to some of our toughest capes.”
Tattletale nodded.
“I dunno. I think of what happened back then, and I get this ugly feeling in my gut, like I did something wrong, or I didn’t try as hard as I could have because there was someone in that shelter who I sort of hate. Hated? I’m not sure if I should use past tense.”
“One of your bullies?” she asked.
“Teacher. I think that when I left the Undersiders, I guess I was thinking of considering becoming a hero or something. But with what happened at that shelter, I almost feel like it was the turning point. It was the first time I did anything that someone else could point to and call it heroic, and somehow I can’t find it in myself to be proud about it. And it’s like, that dream of being a hero that I always had just kind of faded
away in the face of reality.”
“We’re glad to have you, whatever your reasons,” Tattletale said.
“Thanks,” I told her.
I looked at Grue. “You okay?”
“I’m getting annoyed that people keep asking that,” he spoke.
“Don’t be a dick,” Tattletale replied. “She’s asking because she cares. We’re asking because we care. And you know that if it was one of us that went through what you did, you’d want to make sure we were in the right headspace to go up against the Nine.”
Grue sighed, but he didn’t respond.
“You’d tell us if you weren’t feeling right, yeah?” Tattletale asked.
“If I had any idea what I felt, and it wasn’t good, yeah.”
“Good enough.”
We watched as Sundancer cleared away the flames with her flickering sun. Flames bent toward it as if being influenced by a strong wind, thinned out and disappeared.
She cancelled out her power and turned back to us. “One minute to cool off and we’re probably okay to go!”
“We should decide where we’re going and how we’re going to make our approach,” Grue spoke.
“If they’re waiting for their teammates, they’ll stay inside the shelter for the time being,” I said. “We’ll be in a better position if we don’t try anything overly complicated, like a pincer attack, if there’s more than one exit. We can hit them hard enough with Sundancer, Ballistic and my bugs.”
Grue nodded. “I don’t disagree. You two will have an idea if they’re making their way out the other exit.”
“The two shelters are close to one another,” Tattletale said. “But I’m still a little worried they’ll leave one location while we’re checking out the other. I almost want to split up.”
“Is that worth the risk of having half our group caught off guard by the Nine before the other half can arrive?” I asked.
“A better question,” Tattletale said, “is whether we can afford to let them get away. If we miss this chance to go on the offensive and let them escape, they go into hiding and work out a strategy.”
“And we’re not exactly in their good books,” I said. “So we’d be a primary target.”
Was I imagining it, or did Grue’s darkness expand around him by a fraction?