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Mature
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Rape/Non-ConUnderage SexMajor Character Death
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F/FF/MMulti
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Worm - Wildbow
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Lisa Wilbourn/KelseyRachel Lindt/WarrenAmy Dallon/Warren/Victoria DallonCarlos/Kelsey/Dean StansfieldTaylor Hebert/WarrenLisa Wilbourn/Kelsey/Brian LabornLisa Wilbourn/Alec/Brian Labourn/KelseyLisa Wilbourn/Kelsey/Taylor HebertAmy Dallon/WarrenHannah/Sophia Hess/WarrenTaylor Hebert/Brian LabornEric Pellham/Lisa WilbournMissy Biron/KelseyWarren/Sophia HessWarren/Sophia Hess/Taylor HebertLisa Wilbourne/Kelsey/WarrenKelsey/WarrenKelsey/Warren/Missy BironLiss Wilbourne/Kelsey/Missy BironEmma Barnes/Taylor Hebert/Brian LabornMissy Biron/Amy DallonEmma Barnes/WarrenKelsey/Missy BironKelsey/Jack Slash/Bonesaw
Characters:
Taylor HebertBrian LabornAmy DallonVictoria DallonRachel LindtLisa WilbournWarren(OC)Kelsey(OC)Alec (Worm)Carlos (Worm)Dean StansfieldPaige McabeeSophia HessHannah | Hana (Worm)Eric PellhamMissy BironEmma Barnes (Worm)
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Other Additional Tags to Be AddedMind ControlDouble PenetrationRape/Non-con ElementsExhibitionismVoyeurismGroup SexRough SexTentacle SexCanonical Character DeathBestiality
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Chapter 3
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I glared at the shower head. It was being far from cooperative. I figured this had to be an "entirety of Brockton Bay" problem, water heaters not functioning correctly, plumbing in general sucking... I would have to see what I could do for the loft once my tools showed up later. I was pretty sure I could pull apart the current water heater, have it fixed and running better than ever with pretty minimal effort; they were pretty basic, from what I understood, but then again, I wouldn't really know until I pulled it apart and started evaluating it.
So, for the moment, I danced and twisted under the cold spray of water, getting my hair wet, borrowing some shampoo that was left in there, washing it quickly, then turned it off, and hopped out, dripping wet and shivering, when I remembered I didn't have a towel, nor have any clue where they were. I glanced around, but the bathroom was rather utilitarian, no extra space or closets. I closed my eyes, grimacing. I would have to put the shirt back on and head out, trying to keep it from sticking to me, to ask for help...
"Hey," Tattle called through the door, knocking. "Let me in."
"I'm... uh..."
"I know," she cut me off, and I could hear the smirk in her voice. I rolled my eyes, and opened the door, hiding behind it while she slipped in, and then closed it behind her. When I turned to look at her, she smiled and winked at me. My cheeks flamed, and she held up a towel. I wrapped it around myself, trying to stop shivering, and she handed me a second, smaller one, for my hair. It was so awesome, having a girl get you things. Girls knew what girls needed. Ask a guy for a towel, you were liking to receive a paper towel instead. They just didn't have any sense in their heads.
"Sorry I don't have any clothes that will really fit you, but we're going shopping anyway, so first place we stop at, we can get you something to wear, okay?" I nodded, wrapping the second towel around my hair and squeezing it dry. "I found some old shorts of mine, they might do for the meantime. With a belt. And this shirt, we can tie it, so it doesn't hang down, it won't look too bad."
"Thanks, Lisa," I said, sincerely. Even counting the night before, spent in her arms after she had done such amazing things, I had never had anyone be this nice to me before. It totally flew in the face of her whole "villain" role. I didn't pretend to understand why, I just enjoyed it.
"No problem," she said, and lifted my chin, making me look at her as she bent and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "Anything for my girl."
My tummy did a little flip. "I'm yours?"
"Totally."
I pretended to think about it a moment, tapping my chin with a finger. "Hmmm..." she laughed, and put the clothes on the counter. "Hurry and get dressed, we're leaving soon."
I nodded, and finished drying off, pulling on the shorts first. It felt weird to put them on without anything under them, as they fit rather loosely and I knew if I were to sit wrong, the leg would gape open, and anyone would be able to see right up them... but after pulling the belt around my waist, I was happy to notice they weren't all that much too big, and pulled the shirt over my head, and tied a knot in it on my hip. It resulted in pulling the shirt up just a little on my other side, so there was an inch or two of bare skin showing between the bottom of the shirt and the shorts, but all in all, I liked it, and headed back to our room, pulled on my shoes, and headed out. The rest were already downstairs, waiting for Taylor, so I went down, and Brian looked me over quickly.
"Have a question for you. It's important."
"What's up?" I asked, biting my lip as I pulled my scrunchie out of my pocket and started pulling my long hair into a ponytail again.
"You originally said the PRT wanted you, and that was why you wanted to come with us. We've offered you a place here, and that's not going to change, but we're about to go into public with you. How recognizable are you to the PRT? Are they actively looking for you? What did you do?"
"That's three questions," I pointed out, trying to make a joke. No one laughed, though Lisa did give me a smile, and a slight shake of her head. "Sorry. Um, not very. Unless Dragon happens to be there, running active comparisons. I didn't want direct involvement with the Wards or any officers, because they might take pictures, or statements, and Dragon would find them in the system, and then... well. Okay. Let me start from the beginning, okay?"
Brian nodded. "That sounds best."
"So, a couple years ago, I was on my dad's computer, and somehow, kind of... accidentally hacked into one of Dragon's websites. I didn't know it was hers, at first. It was a front website, one of the fake ones that they make to trap people, you know the kind?" General nods. "Well, I was actually going to take it offline, because I don't think those types of sites are fair, and I guess you could call it the first time I tried to do anything with my powers. Well. When I got into it, I found some of Dragon's code, and she reacted way too fast to my intrusion. She knew I was in the system the second I was in it, but I was still able to fend off her firewalls for a bit, and download some key information."
"How is it Dragon didn't trace the IP and launch a PRT operation against you immediately?" Brian asked.
"Two reasons," I explained. "One, I was on my dad's computer. And it was when he still had a job... at his workplace."
"Public terminal," Lisa input.
I nodded. "Exactly. So, she did, and the PRT did show up. But I had downloaded the information to a jumpdrive, and we had already left. The PRT raided the shop, shut it down, arrested everyone. They came to our house, they took my dad. Long story short, they had to let him go, lack of evidence against him. Dragon knew someone had done it, however, but didn't know who, precisely. Well, my dad ended up losing his job over it, and he knew it was me. It's why I haven't been allowed to touch anything when he's around anymore. But when he hasn't been, I've sold bits and pieces of the information I downloaded on Dragon. I know a few things about her, things she doesn't want to get out."
"That's how you made your money? Selling information stolen from Dragon?" Brian asked.
Lisa laughed. "Oh, that is brilliant. Just... brilliant."
I nodded, smiling at Lisa. I liked that she thought I was smart. I liked that she approved of me, at least in some manner. "Dragon tries to trace every sale I've done. So far, I know she knows two things: I'm a kid, and I'm female. I just want to stay out of their attention as much as possible."
"So, they're not going to sweep down on us if they see you in public."
I shook my head. "I've been going to school normally ever since, and nothing bad has happened. They don't know who I am. Yet. I figure it's a matter of time before they crack it, but I hope to be able to defend myself when they do."
Brian nodded. "We can deal with that. Lisa, all true?"
Lisa nodded. "Yeah. She's telling the truth."
I smiled again. Brian actually smiled back, and relaxed a little. Maybe he would start to open up a little to me, and get Taylor to do the same. "Alright. Hey, there's Taylor."
We all looked up, and sure enough, she was walking towards us, looking a little... lonely, but still stand-offish, unapproachable. She was just awkward enough for me to want to reach out to her, but defensive and push-away enough that I was afraid to try, for fear of making her hate me.
"You weren't waiting long?" she asked, glancing around the group. Her eyes lingered on Lisa and Brian, then flickered past Regent, then landed on me, and froze for a moment. She looked around again, as if looking for Warren or Bitch, and a little bit of heat suffused her cheeks. Wondering what that was about, I missed Brian's reply, but Lisa tapped me on the shoulder as we headed out, and I fell into step next to her, following as we walked over to the Boardwalk.
I quickly noticed as we walked that the shorts were a bit looser than I had believed them to be. I had to stop frequently and pull them up, or risk mooning—or worse—the group and any other bystanders. Taylor noticed, and glanced at Lisa. "Aren't those your clothes?"
Lisa nodded. "She has to buy new ones. That's part of why we're here. Also, to eat. We're hungry."
"Where are we going?" I asked eagerly, pulling up the back of my shorts again. Lisa watched, and giggled.
"Me and you are going shopping. We'll catch them after for food. You wanna come with?" she asked Taylor.
Taylor opened her mouth, but didn't reply immediately. Lisa apparently made up her mind, slipping her arm though hers, and taking my hand in her other, putting her squarely between the two of us. "Too late, you're being stolen. Off we go!"
"You're a jerk," Brian said, with a slight frown, but I could sense his teasing manner under it. "Hogging not one, but both of the new girls to yourself?"
"Says the guy who wakes up early to buy her breakfast and coffee in the morning. Deal," Lisa retorted. "Also, part of the perks of just being female." She stuck her tongue out at him.
Brian sighed, raising his hands in a ward-off gesture. "Fine, fine. Fugly's for dinner?"
"I'm down," Regent said.
"Sounds good," Lisa said, then lead the two of us away.
We were on the edge of the market, which was perhaps the richest portion of Brockton Bay. It was weird that the market and Boardwalk were literally only a couple of streets over from the Docks, which was perhaps the poorest, but at the same time, it made sense. There was the view here to consider, of the harbor, the water stretching away to the flat horizon in the distance, the general shape of the land, the lay of the flow of commerce through the city... I had only been here once before, and it hadn't been to buy anything, that was for sure. My dad had brought me with him once before to drop off a repair job he had had. We had ended up running from the place, as the man tried to turn on his computer and it exploded into flames and sparks, and he chased out of the building demanding a refund for about two blocks. I pursed my lips. It was definitely better being her with Lisa and Taylor.
"I don't need new clothes," Taylor said in protest as we left earshot of the other two. I glanced in her direction, and smiled slightly. She noticed me, and looked away. I frowned. Why did she distrust me so? It almost hurt.
"So? You're going to let me buy you some anyway."
"I am?"
"Yep." Lisa nodded, and we headed towards one of the fancier stores in the area, with a lot of modern clothes selections. I let go of Lisa's hand, and stopped outside. She turned to me. "What's up?"
"I can wait here," I said simply.
Lisa blinked at me. "Why?"
I shrugged uncomfortably. "You want to spend time with her... Taylor. I'll leave you two alone for a bit."
She smiled, and waved Taylor into the store. "Start looking at some jeans, I'll be right there." Taylor walked in, looking at me the entire time. I looked away this time. "What's wrong?" she asked as soon as Taylor was inside.
I shrugged. "She doesn't like me. I don't know why... so I'll wait here, so you two can talk without her hiding things because I'm there."
Lisa smiled at me. "You're sweet, you know that? I don't know what you're doing joining a team of villains. You seem much more oriented towards a different lifestyle. But, part of why I brought both of you is because of that very reason. Taylor's a bit of a scarred individual. She needs to see you, being you. How sweet you are. It's why I like you," she said, and touched my cheek softly. "And it's why she will, too."
I shrugged again. "I don't think this store will have clothes for me, anyway."
"So, the next one we go to will be for you. Please, come in with us?"
I bit my lip, looking up at her, then glanced around. No one was immediately around us, or looking in our direction, so I stole the moment and leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers quickly, then pulled back with a smile, which she returned. "Okay."
She smiled back, and I followed her inside, tugging up my shorts again. We found Taylor standing and staring at the jeans racks, shaking her head slightly as she looked at them. "Lisa, these are... they're not me."
Lisa smiled, and grabbed a few pair, eyeing Taylor, then grabbed some of a different size, then a couple dresses, and some tops... she was like a whirlwind of activity, gathering up a bunch and then ushering Taylor to the back, the two of them talking all the while. I paid attention, mostly, and focused on keeping my shorts from falling around my ankles. They talked about Taylor mostly, who kept giving me little glances. I just smiled, and tried to be complementary when she came out of the dressing room in one of the dresses, remarking on how pretty it made her eyes look. She blushed a little, and then Lisa ushered he back in to try on something else, talking about her dad, and how she had originally assumed the state of her wardrobe was due to neglect or parental abuse.
I idly wondered what Lisa would think if she saw mine. Excepting the clothes that I had worn the day before, I had very, very little. My dad was terrible at buying girls' clothes and usually bought me terrible band shirts, or jeans that were either way too small, or far too large. He had no idea what sizes to buy, and refused to take me shopping even for myself, when he could afford to do so. The result was my wardrobe mainly consisted of garage sales pickups I could find while walking to and from school. I had never been even thought about buying myself clothes before.
Then Lisa offered to help Taylor, with her problems, which they had narrowed down to issues at school, and even I could feel the tense air flowing off of Taylor in cold waves. "You interfere, and I'm gone," Taylor said after a long moment, opening the dressing room to the two of us. I could also see the hurt plain on Lisa's face, and felt a spark of anger.
"That's a fine way to act," I snapped. Taylor stared at me, and Lisa made to soothe me, raising a hand, but I stepped forward. "Lisa's offering to help you. You don't even know how. Maybe by just being a friend? A real one? One that you can listen to, confide in. And you're going to throw that in her face when she's doing something nice for you? Real graceful."
"What would you know?" she snapped in retailation.
Lisa put herself physically between us. "Hey, let's all calm down here. Taylor, you don't want my help, I can respect that. We can let it go."
"You shouldn't have to," I protested. "Not about the not helping, that's fine. Whatever. She wants to handle it herself, that's cool. Fine. But she's part of this group, and she's going to throw your offer in your face?"
"It's fine," Lisa stressed, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Really. I can handle it."
I glared at Taylor. "You're just mad because you've been bullied or whatever. Well, you're not the only one that has a shitty life, so get over it. You don't want to trust Lisa and accept her offer of friendship? Then you can't be my friend, either."
Taylor stared at me, her mouth open but no sound coming out. Then, as Lisa watched her, tense, ready to apologize or jump in the way if she moved to hit me, whichever happened, Taylor's shoulders slumped. "To think, she's half our age and smarter than me," she said.
That was not the response I had expected, and went with a "I'm not a kid," generic statement, trying to find words.
"No, I guess you're not. I'm sorry, Lisa. That was really rude of me."
"It's fine, really. I'm okay." She smiled brightly. "If you don't want my help, I won't do a thing."
Taylor nodded. "I just want to handle this myself, without lowering myself to their level."
"Perfectly respectable."
"I appreciate it though. I haven't... had a real friend... in a long time. I'm not good at this."
"It's okay," I said. "That's what we're here for."
Lisa smiled, and slipped her arm around my shoulders in a one-armed hug. I slipped my own around her waist, returning it, then caught my shorts with my other hand while they tried to slip down my legs. "Ah dammit."
"Language," Lisa admonished, and I blushed.
"Sorry."
They gathered up a bunch of the things Lisa had picked for Taylor, and Lisa paid for them, and we slipped out, heading down to a different store, one made not only for adults.
"What kind of stuff do you need?" Lisa asked me. Taylor held the bags while we walked down the aisles.
"Um... everything?" I said lamely.
Lisa glanced at me sideways. "Let me guess, your clothes are as bad as Taylor's, aren't they."
"Um.... yes?" I smiled, and she sighed, but smiled back. "Okay, let's start with necessities. I get the feeling you don't want to go home any time soon."
"Nope. But I do need to contact my dad so the police aren't looking for me tonight."
"I can have the boss handle it, if you'd like."
"That'd be awesome!"
She smiled, and picked up some underwear, a few training bras, some skirts, some shorts, some jeans, leggings, tops, dresses.. the whole works, then ushered me to the dressing room with the huge pile.
"Try everything on, make sure it all fits."
"Mmkay. But, hey, you're not paying for mine."
She just smiled at me, and shut the door.
It took me quite a while to try on everything, but once I had, I had picked out a new outfit to wear out as well, the old clothes bundled up under one arm, and everything else divided into two piles. The "fit" pile was considerably larger than the other. I took the fit pile up to the front, and had the cashier ring everything up quickly while Taylor and Lisa put the rest away, then pulled out my envelope of money, and paid quickly. By the time they came up, I was holding several bags, waiting for them.
We fell into step together, heading towards Fugly Bob's, and found Brian and Alec waiting out front for us.
"Wow, did you leave anything for anyone else?" Brian asked, glancing over the bags we were carrying.
I grinned. "Nope. All mine!"
He shook his head, and lead the way in. We ended up sitting outside, since it was pretty empty, and we were alone, able to speak freely. They talked pretty easily, joking, laughing. Lisa kept her hand on me, in one shape or form, most of the night, either resting it on my shoulder, or on my thigh under the table, gently rubbing it. I slipped my hand over hers, and curled my fingers around hers, holding her hand tightly. She gave me a smile.
Taylor ended up telling us about her trigger event, and then Brian. I wasn't willing or ready to go into mine. While it hadn't been overly traumatic, thinking about it made me panic, made me need to get out of wherever I was before it became confining in my mind. It seemed neither Lisa or Alec wanted to share either, and we were walking back towards the Docks soon, swinging by the Loft briefly to drop off the shopping bags, and so the others could get into costume. I borrowed one of Lisa's spares, for the moment, not having one of my own yet. My tools had been delivered as well, so I figured once we got back, I would spend most of the night fiddling with it. Lisa also called the boss, and asked him to handle my father. She flashed me a thumbs up about it, then we were heading down to meet Bitch and Warren, so they could hand the money off to their boss from the bank robbery.
About halfway there, the ground rumbled underfoot, and we all heard the roar of an explosion. We glanced at one another, then took off at a run in the direction it had come from.
"Call Bitch!" Grue shouted. Tattle whipped out her phone, still on the run, and did just that.
"No answer!" She called back a second later.
"Fuck!" Grue swore.
We ran. I quickly realized how entirely out of shape I was for this, and wasn't entirely alone in it. Both Regent and Tattle began to lag behind Taylor and Grue, who ran ahead of us, hurrying in.
"I swear, I'm going to build myself a flier. Fuck running," I panted, and Regent laughed.
"Build me one too."
"And me," Tattle groaned, pushing herself to run harder.
Luckily, it wasn't all that far, and as Grue and Taylor rounded the corner, nearly in stride with one another, we were only about twenty or thirty yards back. But, as it turned out, that was just far enough to be clear. Another explosion ripped the storage container just ahead of Grue and Taylor to shreds, tossing them both like dolls backwards. They rolled with the force of the detonation, Taylor coming to a stop against the wall of the next unit, Grue stopping himself and forcing himself to his feet.
About that same moment, one of Bitch's dogs, huge and monstrous again, rolled across the streetway before Grue. It rose to it's feet, turning, just as a second missile streaked into it, slamming directly it's face, throwing it backwards again, tumbling end over end. Grue threw up a wall of darkness, which seemed to absorb some of the force of the explosion. He let it dissipate as I went to Taylor, making sure she was alright. She shook her head, dazed, but straightened up with my help, then got to her feet, leaning on me as I raised her up.
Grue stepped back as a jeep screeched to a halt before him, and a really crazy-looking costumed lady jumped down from the back, tossing a ball—no, that was a grenade—in one hand and catching it. "Well, well, well," she said, looking over us. "The rest show up."
"Bakuda," Tattle said, stepping up. "What are you doing here?"
"Whatever I want," she snapped.
Behind her, I noticed, the street was slowly filling, men, women, teenagers, even a few youngsters such as myself filing in, each and every one holding a weapon of some type. Some held guns, others knives. I noticed a few machetes, quite a few clubs, some with nails or wrapped with barbwire, baseball bats, basically any type of weapon they could find, it seemed. My eyes narrowed behind Tattle's mask, and my hands clenched into fists. Here I was, without any type of... well... anything, to hand. I looked around, and saw Regent swinging his scepter almost idly, looking across the swelling crowd.
And then Warren jumped into them. He was wrapped in almost complete blackness, only flashes of him showing here and there, and had two large round clubs, one in each hand. He swung them together, knocking three or four of the people together and off their feet, sending them rolling into others. He surged forwards, taking Bakuda by surprise, who barely twisted to the side, not avoiding the full brunt of the attack, taking a hit to the side and rolling, tossing the grenade in her hand. I watched it as if it was moving in slow motion as it bounced right towards Tattletale, who rose her hands, shielding her face, turning and hunkering down...
I warped the area, sending Tattle suddenly fifty yards back. The grenade went off, harmlessly in its own little area, then returned the area to normal. Tattletale blinked as she realized she was unhurt, then flashed a smile in my direction.
Warren rolled to his feet, brandishing his clubs at Bakuda. "Bitch is hurt. Get to her," he growled at Grue.
"But—" I heard Grue begin to protest, but then Warren was gone, barreling back into the soldiers finally reacting, raising guns to aim at him.
I stood there, watching and evaluating each of Warren's trajectories, and began to assist him. Closing the distance between him and that person, who had been twenty feet away, aiming his gun, now less than a yard away, taking Warren's club to the side of the head and falling ove. Then he returned to his normal place, and another rocketed into his range, jumping in surprise, crying out as Warren clubbed him as well.
We worked in tandem, Warren striking them down as fast as I could warp them in, watching and bringing in priority targets. Others with knives and swords rushing in at his back I warped away until Warren could turn, then I brought them in close. Unable to anticipate my moves, they fell, one by one. Bakuda watched with a mixture of shock and horror, Tattletale stood staring, Taylor still leaning on my shoulder, holding her shoulder with one hand. Grue appeared on the other side of the street, carrying Bitch. I warped the distanced between us and him, and he nodded thankfully at me before I shot it back to normal behind him.
Bakuda jumped into her jeep, raising a launcher, pointing it at Warren, and suddenly found herself several hundred yards away. She fired anyway. I smiled, and warped Warren away, then brought her back in, literally right in front of her own shot. She screamed as she saw her own missile hurtling towards her and tried to scramble away.
Grue threw up a wall of blackness over us, but even through it, the heat and force of the explosion washed over us, knocking me back a step. Taylor staggered and nearly went down, but Tattletale bumped into us, and helped me keep her on her feet.
Grue let the blackness dissipate again, and let out a low whistle at what awaited us. I brought Warren back, and he looked around before letting his weapons vanish. Bakuda was quite clearly dead, half of her head torn away, the rest of her face blackened, flames still licking at her skin. The Jeep was in flames, torn asunder by the force of the explosion. Most of her lackeys that had been around her were in various stages of distress; many were still alive, but had suffered from the explosion. Some were burned, others bleeding from their ears, with concussions and other injuries. I looked over the scene, and felt my gut sink.
I had done that.
I hadn't directly pulled the trigger, but I had caused the explosion there. I could have contained it more, shrunk the area around Bakuda, contained the detonation to just her...
Tattletale laid her hand on my shoulder. "Do not blame yourself," she said sternly.
"But... I...." I couldn't find the words. I had been so consumed with the moment, in the element, acting without rational thought... tears welled up in my eyes, and ran down my cheeks silently. I had killed people...
I glanced at Bakuda's body again. Her legs had been blown off, her feet incinerated, her arms were torn to shreds, her torso ripped open... she had taken the direct blast, just as I'd designed, putting her right in the way, but... failed so miserably at the containment I couldn't...
"Do not blame yourself!" Tattletale reiterated. "She was trying to kill us, kill Warren, Bitch. Bitch is hurt, Taylor's been knocked around. You saved us." She looked up at the scattered about minions, some moaning and rolling in pain. "And we need to get out of here. Authorities will be responding to the explosions. Capes." She squeezed my shoulder. "PRT. C'mon. Let's go."
Grue nodded, and Warren came over, the blackness that had wrapped around him vanishing away like a fog, revealing a few scrapes, bruises, and a couple of burns. Nothing serious, thankfully. He lifted Bitch easily, cradling her unconscious form in his arms. "Her dogs," he growled. "I think one might be dead, it took a few hits."
Tattletale shook her head. "They're alive, I know it. Grue and I will gather the dogs, you two get Taylor and Bitch back to the loft."
Warren nodded and started off. I couldn't move, still staring at the scene. "Kelsey," he growled. My eyes flickered to him. Tears were running freely down my cheeks under the mask, dripping off my chin. "Come."
Deadened, I followed him blindly, Taylor leaning on me, breathing heavily as we walked. She could walk okay, at least. It seemed she had an upper body injury, whatever it was.
"You did save us, you know," Taylor said after a moment. I was falling behind Warren a little, and it afforded us a little privacy.
I shook my head. "I could have done better. I could... I don't know. I hurt all those people."
Taylor shook her head. "No, Bakuda did that. You just made sure she didn't hurt us."
"I could have done more, saved them!" I protested.
Taylor squeezed my shoulders sympathetically. "I admire that, that you're beating yourself up about that. I really do, but at the same time, you didn't fire that missile. You didn't blow them up. It would have hit anyway; you just made sure it didn't hit your friends, and took the threat out at the same time. I listened to you before, and it helped me, so listen to me now. You didn't do anything wrong."
I sniffed. My tears hadn't stopped, and I began to actually cry, instead of the silent tears, my shoulders shaking as I did so. Taylor dragged us to a stop, and turned me to face her, pulling my face up to look at hers through her mask.
"Don't do this to yourself, okay? I... I'm struggling with things myself. Things that make me hate myself, too. Sometimes, bad things happen for the greater good. Sometimes, they're just bad things. It's better to have a hand in that outcome than to be an innocent bystander and suffer. Instead of Warren getting blown up, it was Bakuda. You did that. You changed this. You did something good."
I stared into her yellow lenses for a long moment, then threw my arms around her neck, hugging her briefly. She froze, and flinched slightly as I hit her shoulder. I jumped and pulled back, realizing what I had done. "Sorry," I mumbled.
"It's okay. I'm just... I'm not used to that."
"Me either," I said softly.
We continued on in silence from that point, all the way back to the loft.
I helped her up the stairs, and to one of the couches. She sat on it, taking a deep breath, and pulled off her mask. I noted with some envy that her costume was mostly untouched, the material durable and resilient. She winced as she lowered her arm, but was able to move it. "Just bruised, I think," she said. "That's good."
I sat with her, and stared at the wall blankly, the haunting images of Bakuda's decimated body rolling through my mind. The scattered minions, the moans filling my ears. Without being fully aware of it, I was crying again, and I reached up to wipe my nose, and hit the mask. I pulled it off, and carefully laid it aside. Warren had carried Bitch to her room, and returned to the main room, and crouched in front of me.
"You're okay." He was so gruff, to the point.
I shook my head slightly, a fresh wave of tears falling from my eyes. "I killed people."
He cocked his head to the side. "I wasn't aware you fired any missiles."
"I didn't fire it, but I moved her there... I could have shrunk it, done something, maybe warped into such a tiny place nothing would have happened."
"And she could have killed you. Blown me up. Or Grue, or Bitch."
"How is she?"
"Bitch?" I nodded. "She'll be okay. Just knocked out when she fell off of a dog, hit her head on some debris. Maybe a concussion. She's awake now. I told her what happened. She said you did a 'fucking good job of it'."
I looked away, and shook my head slightly. "I did that, don't you get it?"
"I think it's you that doesn't. You defeated her, by using her own weapons against her. Perhaps if she hadn't been out to kill us, she would still be alive. Have you considered that?"
I paused. I hadn't. If she had been out to disable, to disarm, she would still be alive. It was her own weapon I had turned on her, after all. I hadn't loaded a particularly deadly missile, or fired it. I had reacted in the heat of the situation. Protected my friend. I put my arms around Warren's furry neck and buried my face in his fur. He was soft, warm. He curled an arm around my shoulders gently, patted my back. "You saved my life." He chuckled, a weird growling feeling. "Plus, we made a hell of a team up until that point."
I grinned, despite myself, and looked up at him. "Yeah, we did. I'll be better next time."
He nodded. "Good. Always be better. Your tools are downstairs."
"Will you help me bring some things up, to Tattle's room? I want to start working on some things."
He nodded, and followed me down. I wiped my cheeks, rubbed my eyes. No sooner had we gotten down, when Grue and Tattletale walked in, with the three dogs on leashes. Tattletale came straight to me, and wrapped me in a hug. I hugged her back, tightly.
"Are you alright?" she whispered.
I nodded. "Warren helped me realize I wasn't fully in control of the situation. That I did what I could, and that Bakuda brought it upon herself." Tattletale nodded, and let me go.
She turned to Warren, and bowed her head. "Thanks."
He shrugged. "Bitch is upstairs. She's awake, alright. Might have a concussion."
"I'll go check on her," Grue said, and took the leash from Tattletale, heading up, pausing only to take his mask off, and offer me a smile. "Oh... and nice job, Kelsey. I know it's hard, what you did, but. You did your best. And honestly? I'm glad you're with us." He glanced at Warren. "You too. You both bring a lot to the team."
I smiled back, and he headed up, then turned back to the boxes of materials and tools that were stacked up. "Um. Let's see. Let's get this one, and that one..." I pointed out a few, digging through the contents, and then picked up one myself. Tattletale helped, picking up one, and Warren took two, heading up the stairs after us. We went straight to Tattletale's rooms. The bags with all my clothes were still on the bed, so I stacked the boxes in a semi-circle on the floor, and immediately dropped down, sitting with my legs crossed, and began to dig in them. Warren chuckled and headed out. Tattletale closed the door, and began to pull off her uniform.
I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she slowly pulled the tight suit off. She was only wearing a pair of spandex shorts and a sportsbra underneath, and made no move to get redressed, grabbing her laptop, turning on some music, and sitting on the bed, watching me. I moved so my back rested against her legs, and she reached down, rubbing my neck, then laid on her side. I turned to look at her, and she stroked my cheek softly.
"Your eyes are all red," she said softly.
"I was crying," I explained.
She nodded. "I know. But you shouldn't have to cry." I looked at her for a long moment.
"I have a lot of work to do, but all I want to do is kiss you," I whispered.
She smiled. "Same."
I turned and climbed into the bed. She shut her laptop and pushed it aside, atop the bags at the foot of the bed, and stretched under me as I crawled over her, kissing her cheek, then her lips, opening her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down atop her. It was different than last time; last time, she had been above me, and still clothed. Now I was still clothed, and she was mostly bare. I could feel her smooth skin under my hand on her side, running lightly up and down from her hip to the bottom strap of her sportsbra. She arched up as I got brave, and put my hand over her breast, giving it a soft squeeze. She had breasts, where I didn't yet... not that they were overly large. They were perfect, to me though. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, sealing my lips around it, enjoying the way she curled and twisted it within my mouth around my own as I sucked. She sat up slightly, and reached down, grabbing the edge of her bra, and pulled it up, then broke the kiss long enough to cast it away over her head, and then resumed kissing me, pulling me back down. My hand came down on her bare breast, and I felt her nipple contract and harden in my palm as I kneaded the soft flesh. I swung my leg over her hip, straddling her tummy, and put my other hand over her other breast, now rubbing and squeezing both, taking her nipples between my fingers and gently rolling and tweaking them.
She arched up again, and I licked her neck, scooting backwards a little, kissing her collarbone, nipping and sucking at her skin. Her breasts were visually perfect, small, pert, round and soft, with erect little pink nipples. I lowered my mouth to one, sucking the hard nub into my mouth and rubbing it with my tongue. She gave a "Mmm.." of approval, and her fingers threaded through my hair, pulling most of my ponytail loose, so it hung around my face like a curtain, the soft ends of my hair trailing across her body as I moved to her other nipple and suckled on it, one hand running down her flat, toned belly, tracing circles and lazy figure-eights across her skin, making her shiver as I slowly got lower and lower...
My fingers rubbed against the waistband of her shorts, and I scooted back some more. Then, I bit my lip, looking up at her, and got off of her, kneeling at her feet, and reached up, grabbing the waist band, and pulled them down slowly. They turned inside-out as I pulled the tight fabric down her legs, and she was completely bare underneath. She had shaved her pubic mound into a cute, tiny strip just above her slit, the rest bare. I stared at it closely as she brought her legs up, together, bent at the knees, heels near her bottom, then spread her legs open, inviting me in. I slipped onto my belly before her, lowering myself down to her gorgeous body, her sex parting with the spreading of her legs, letting me peek at the soft pink insides.
I leaned down, and kissed the junction of her thigh and hip, sticking my tongue out and lightly licking up the line of her hip, then kissed my way down her thigh, along the silky smooth inner thigh, back up, to her sex. She was breathing hard already, watching me, propped up on her pillows, her hands clenching the sheets in fists as I exhaled softly across her lips, then stuck my tongue out again, running it lightly down her slit, spreading it more open, and getting my first taste of her.
Her taste exploded in my mouth like a rich nectar; sweet, tangy, full and vibrant, alive and pure, rewarding and just so... Lisa. I stuck my tongue into her pussy deeper, and twisted it about, licking at her hole, feeling her get wetter by the second, a soft little whimper escaping her as she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud, wiggling my tongue up, between her velvet-soft folds to the top of her slit, finding her clit and teasing it with my tongue before moving back down, and pushing my tongue as far into her as I could, wiggling it around and driving it up and down, back and forth, in and out... she gasped and raised her hips, trying to get me inside of her more, and I slid a finger into her tight passage under my tongue, curling it up, hitting the top of her walls and stroking it while I moved my tongue back up to her clit, teasing and sucking on that tender little nub, making her twist and writhe under me, slowly stroking my finger in and out, curling it up, dragging it out, sliding it in while pressing down, then repeating, over and over. I added a second finger, feeling her walls contract around my small digits. She was tight, so tight... I sucked her clit into my mouth, and pressed against it with my tongue, flicking it lightly, then sucking hard on it.
Lisa came, pushing her hips up hard against me, her hands nearly ripping her sheets as she pulled at that, then sagged back down as the orgasm subsided. I slid my fingers out of her tight little pussy, and glanced at them, wet and shiny with her girlcum. I smiled, and stuck one in my mouth, sucking it clean, with Lisa watching me through her eyelashes. She sat up, and took my hand in hers, brought it to her mouth, and sucked my other finger into her mouth, swirling it around and cleaning it. When she was done, she took my shirt off, then pulled my shorts down and off, leaving me just as naked as she was.
"You're so cute,"she murmured.
"And you're sexy," I said back. She giggled, and kissed me. I relaxed easily into it, wrapping my arms around her, tangling one in the back of her hair as she thrust her tongue into my mouth, one of her arms around my shoulders, the other reaching down and pulling one of my legs up and over hers, then sliding between my thighs to my pussy. She rubbed it with her fingers, feeling my wetness, and kissed me harder as she slowly, sloooowly slid one finger up inside of me. I moaned into her mouth, no longer caring if someone heard, clenching around her finger as she worked it up within me.
She pulled back for a moment. "You're not a virgin?"
I nodded. "I am... I uh... hymen?" I asked lamely. She nodded. "I uh... broke it. On accident. A couple years ago. Fell off some monkey bars at the park, landed on the log you're supposed to walk on.. doctor said I was lucky that was all that happened."
"Ah.. okay." She smiled, and then kissed me again, and pushed her finger in deeper, wiggling it around inside of me, pumping it in and out, rubbing my little clit with her thumb while she fingered me. "Do you like feeling me inside of you?" she whispered, licking my ear. I shivered, and nodded, holding on to her tightly while she moved her finger faster, harder, her thumb pressing in small circles, making me gasp and move my hips in rhythm with her hand. She worked me up quickly, kissing and sucking on my neck, lips, and ears, my hanging hanging open as I panted for breath, clinging to her tightly until I felt the rush and crescendo break over me, my orgasm shattering my thought process and scattering my wits to the winds as I came with a gush of cum on her talented hand. She smirked as she felt it, and pulled her hand away slowly, raising her girlcum-soaked finger between us. I immediately sucked it into my mouth, tasting myself on her, and licked it clean as she had mine.
She smiled, and laid down again, not even bothering to cover up with a sheet. I caught my breath, then slipped down to the floor, pulling the first box of goodies over. She laid on her side, watching me, rubbing my neck and shoulders as I began to pull items out and sort them out by size and type, formulating plans, designs, and ideas in my head.
It was time for me to become more.
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