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Taylor wasn't having a good day.
Well day wouldn't really be giving it credit since shed been in the hospital for... How long now? A few days, under a week, a week.
The point was she didn't have a good time.
Said time of course was referring to being shoved into a locker filled with used hygiene products from God knows where for God knows how long.
And now she had a horrible headache.
Understatement of the fucking century.
Taylors felt like her brain was set on fire and being turned into a strawberry smoothie with a rusty blender.
And worst of all where the hallucinations. Bugs, bugs, bugs every. Eating, breeding and dying all over and over and over again in an unending cycle of-
And just as if the univers itself had a raging hate boner for her alarms started going off throughout the entire hospital.
Great, fan fucking tastic.
She was too weak to leave the hospital bed, too tired to even bother to wave her hands around in any attempt get help.
Was it a fire? Was it a parahuman attack? What the bloody hell was going on.
And that's when Glory Girl came crashing into her...room? Resting place? Eh whatever.
Sporting a bloody nose and looking really pissed Glory Girl gave a hateful glare towards the hole in the wall in which shed been unceremoniously yeeted into.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER!!"
"Okay I'll be honest that was kind of a dick move and maybe telling her that shed maybe one day, perhaps, probably mind control and then non consentually touch her own sister was a bad idea" the voice sounded young and male.
"YOU STOLE HER POWERS!!" wait what?
"Yeaaaaa but they where bad for her, I mean absolute control over most, if not all, biological matter AND, however minor, tinker capabilities as well ontop of all that. Not really a recipe for happy fun times with unicorns and rainbows an I right"
Glory Girl stood up bits of plaster and dust falling off her costume.
From the hole in the wall someone floated down into the room.
He was taller than Glory Girl, wore a white, featureless, smooth and flat mask covering his whole face black hair on the edges, a black business suit with a red tie and.. Wellington Boots? Kinda ruins the hole serious villain theme when you're wearing yellow.
"YOU- YOU- how could you!" Shouted Glory Girl pointing at the Wellington Boots villain.
"Trust me it'll all work out for her in the end... Maybe?"
"You... Panacea's power, do you even know how many people you have killed"
"Mmmmmm nope"
Before Glory Girl could retort back or attack the villain moved. And by moved Taylor meant he was there, and then he wasn't.
Glory Girl fell to the floor eyes closed.
"Well that was a bad first impression if I ever made one" said the villain. Who then looked in Taylors detection.
A dangerous villain was staring at her.
A very dangerous villain was staring at her.
"Well would you look at that. I mean what are the odds huh?"
The villain started walking towards her bed. Boots and all.
He was close almost right infront of her bed. Then he was at her bedside.
"Riiiiight so I'm going to touch your head now and you might feel a little tingle in there from what Panpan told me, but be not afraid your in good incapable hands milady"
And with that the villain reached down to her forehead.
Pain. Pain. Pain.
Burning agony beyond all words and concepts beyond all known-
"And done"
With that it was over.
But she couldn't see, she couldn't see, she- the bugs. No more hallucinations.
"Welp I hope you have a nice day, week, month, year, decade, century or however long you live"
What?
"So I kind of stole your powers, as you must of realized"
WHAT?
"Any way have a good day miss Hebert, and stay away from babies, blonds, bugs and bitches. OH! and don't touch any space whale jizz or something"
"WHAT?"
"bye"
....................
Kenta was strong.
-The woman in a fedora said else-
Lung was strong.
-Leviathan didn't run away, he walked away-
He was strong.
-The mad Parahuman proved him wrong-
"Sheesh Kenta, or was it something else, I know OP SI guidebook 101 says don't be an arrogant prick around the high ends but com'on where's the dragon of Kyshyu, or was it Kyshu?, it's been like ten minutes, where's my goddamed Godzilla wannabe, takes waaaay longer to ramp up than I thought"
He was too slow. To weak. The mad man in yellow Boots was too mobile too strong.
"Ok I get that sniping Lee over there from behind was a cheat, but I'm, literally only using one power here, okay technically two, three? Acually who cares"
He towered over buildings, over the mad man beneath him, but for someone so big, he was so small.
"Welp there gose any hope for a Kaiju fight"
Kaiju, Godzilla, fight? What was this mad man going on about.
"You made a big talk about honor back there" said the mad man pointing behind himself at the wreacked casino "all that BS about cowards and weaklings and the strong and how 'unhonorable' I was for being a coward by turning mister Oni Lee back there into red paint, but do you still believe in all of it now? Right here, right now"
The dragon brought fire onto the Parahuman, fire beyond any he'd ever had used in this city. I wasn't enough.
The mad man was still there. Unphased. Undamaged.
"What honor do you have anyway? You sell girls, the youngest of which I've seen could be your own daughter, you kidnap you mug you sell drugs to kids you bully. I mean I've never fought a fight in my life so it's not like I have the right to judge you or anything, but..."
Another breath of fire, stronger than the last, still not enough.
"That's just rude"
Suddenly the world slowed down. His fire vanished, his scales where torn out, his eyes where bloody smears his limbs fell off and his insides burned.
"As I was saying... What honor do you have? You're a big fish in a small pond in here, and you know that, you couldn've maybe killed an endbringer you know? You could've been a hero, or atleast a hermit, been some sorta example of human humility of some shity like that"
He couldn't see, couldn't feel, he could-
"Anyway so that's why I think Seven Samurai is great movie and your opinion is trash and you're a piece of crap"
-only hear.
And then he couldn't hear.
................
Everything he'd ever built crumpled before him. His men where dead his soldiers slaughtered, his identity revealed. Everything.
"On one hand you're not actually a Nazi, on the other hand you're an asshole who killed quit a lot of people for what can basically be summed up as money"
The devil stared at him. Cold soulless mask staring at him. Into his soul. Judging him.
Blood stained the warehouse floor, bodies littered the place.
"Well you're literally powerless now and I did spare Othalla, Rune, Purity and a few of those mooks there" traitors.
"So I'm just going to leave you here, good luck not getting lynched, oh and if you go to prison don't drope the soap"
And just like that the devil was gone. Leaving only himself and the TV playing in the background.
[BREAKING NEWS. CEO REVEALED AS SUPER VILLAIN KAISER]
............
"Status report" shouted Piggot. This was becoming a shit Show.
"We found the body ma'am it was Lung"
"Any sighs of Oni Lee"
"We believe he is now a red puddle"
"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing"
A long silence fell over the office.
"Fuck it we need the big guns"
"But-"
"Get me goddamed motherfucking Alexandria on the phone now Thompson or god so help me I will- Just get me Costa Brown"