Here's another one for you guys. Be aware that this fic is rated M for a reason.

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TorrentAB: There will be revenge taken. Maybe not the revenge you're thinking of but there will be revenge.

Superpierce: There will be parasite action. Maybe not the parasite action you're thinking of but there will be parasite action.

zerochance117: Well, she's not gonna get the outfits of the Skulls because honestly they are way scantily clad but she will get some of the gear that they had.

I dreamt good dreams that night.

Madison ran straight into the alley at full sprint in a desperate bid to escape her pursuer, only to stop at the sight of a big black brick wall at the other end of the alley. She slowly turned to face the sight of me, quivering as she did so. I relished in the fear present in her face and the shaking of her body that she just couldn't seem to stop as she realized just how completely and utterly fucked she was. It was funny, watching the girl who had tormented me piss her pants at the sight of her supposedly weak victim. But then again, if was in her position, I would probably piss, well no, I would actually kick the ass of whoever was following me. But still, that didn't change the fact that I was a scary sight. I was ghastly figure, with unnaturally pale skin, glowing green eyes, and black smoke coming off me with green wisps of light interspaced in between.

"H-H-H-Hey Ta-Talyor, can w-w-w-w-we talk about th-this," Madison managed to stammer out. It didn't help her at all as I took one large leap forward, placing me right in front of her, put one hand on her upper jaw and one hand on her lower, and pulled. There was a sickening crack as Madison's lower jaw came flying off, and blood sprayed everywhere. Madison fell back to the ground limp, and I looked at her one last time before I turned around and walked off with her jaw in my hand, leaving Madison to bleed out there alone.

Pleasant dreams.

Sophia was making her way downtown, walking fast, until a big black rock came out of nowhere and speared her through her fucking thigh. She fell to the ground with a scream of pain. With a quick mental command, the rock in her thigh exploded, severing her leg and showering blood and gore everywhere. She screamed once again, too much in pain to focus on anything else but the pain. Thankfully, I could fix that.

I flickered into being above her, grabbed the stick in her ass, and pulled it out. I raised it high above, and then brought it down on her head. The resulting crunch sound brought a smile to my face, so I brought it down again. And again. And again, until her head was a bloody paste on the floor.

Murderous dreams.

I looked at the shaking, sobbing, scared mess in front of me, and compared the bitch to the Emma I knew in the past. An Emma who would go "ooh" and "ah" with whenever something caught our eye. An Emma who I would try and fail to make scrambled eggs with. An Emma who would dress up in costumes and play capes and criminals with me. An Emma who held me when my mom died, and cried when I cried.

I compared to girl in front of me to the Emma of the past. And I killed the thing that took her place.

Holy fuck.

Holy fucking balls shit dick cunt asshole.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why the FUCK am I dreaming about killing people?

My eyes flew open and I stared at the ceiling above, breathing heavily as I did so. I wouldn't actually kill them, right?

Right?

FUCK. I don't know. I don't fucking know. I can control myself usually, but what if I snapped? What if I fucking snapped? I mean, with all the stress placed on me and the abuse I've suffered, something has to give, right? And with my abilities, it'll be a fucking massacre.

I hate them. I hate them so much. I would probably beat the shit out of them if I ever met them someplace or sometime I could do that without getting arrested. But I wouldn't actually kill them. I didn't want them to die.

Did I?

The sound of my alarm clock blared through the early morning silence and then abruptly stopped when my hand slammed down on top of it, smashing it into pieces.

I sat up, letting my legs stretch for a moment before I pushed them over the edge of the bed and stood up, trying to get my brain in proper working order and not have it freak the fuck out over this new… issue. I needed a little bit of… normalcy, yes normalcy, something normal to rein me and keep me calm. I quickly went through my morning routine; take a massive dump, brush my teeth, wash my face, change (my power makes that soooo much easier), and then went downstairs to have breakfast. Unlike yesterday however, my dad was still sleeping when I went down, which was more in line with what usually happens. Though, by the time I get back from my morning run, he'll probably be up. Thankfully, that should give me just to deal with the massive crisis going on in my head. Fucking hell, couldn't this day just be a simple fucking day? I'm really overdue for another one.

I was right, by the time I got back, dad was already up, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and a newspaper on the table in front of him.

"Oh, hey Taylor," Dad said. "How was your run?"

I closed the door behind me and locked it. He was actually talking to me instead of just acknowledging my existence like he usually does. Looks like today was gonna be one of our good days. "It was great. No cape fights, no idiots running around ruining my day," I said. I mean, if you didn't consider the fact that I was worrying over if I was a psychopath or not, then yeah it was great.

He still eyed me. "You still took the pepper spray, right?" he asked.

I took the aforementioned object out of my pocket to show him that yes, I did take the pepper spray. "I did. Besides, I've been doing these runs for the past three months, and I haven't been mugged yet," I told him. It technically was the truth, I had not been successfully mugged while I was out running. However, there was one person, a Merchant I think, who did try to mug me with a huge ass machete. I ended up taking his wallet and his knife and left him lying on the ground, beaten, bruised, battered, and bashed. I didn't have to worry about him calling the police, because, you know, he's a mugger. I mean, can you imagine how that would go down?

'911 what's your emergency?'

'Help! I just tried to mug a girl, but she turned around and beat me up! Mugged me too while she was at it. Can you believe it?! Man, kids these days have no respect.'

'...'

'Hello! Can you hear me?'

'What's your location sir?'

'I'm on the corner of *blank* and *blank* street.'

'Understood sir. Police are on their way.'

I would pay to see that.

My dad got up from the table and moved to the front door. "Well," he said, grabbing his jacket off the coat hanger. "I got to go to work now. You'll be fine?"

I nodded once. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Stay safe," I told him. I'd probably just go to the Boardwalk and walk around. Maybe a small stroll along the beach or a nice cup of coffee could help me out. I didn't have anything else planned for today except for my debut as a cape, but I wouldn't be doing that until night. Hopefully my night as a cape would be able to help me vent my anger, to relieve my stress a little before something inside me went SNAP and someone went SPLAT.

He nodded and went out the door. About 30 seconds later I hear the engine of dad's old pickup truck start up. Soon enough, the noise faded away as he pulled out of the driveway and drove away.

So I didn't go to the Boardwalk today. Apparently there was a big cape fight between the Protectorate and Empire Eighty-Eight earlier this morning. Weird, since the gangs don't usually conduct any sort of business near the Boardwalk. Sort of an unofficial truce area between the gangs and the Protectorate. Anyway, normally, this wouldn't have stopped me. I mean, its Brockton Bay for christ's sake, stuff like this happens on a daily basis. The problem was, that the fight tore up a lot of the Boardwalk, and so a portion of it was closed off from the rest of the public. Including the only place that didn't have ridiculously overpriced coffee. Damn. This day was not turning out to be the relaxing day I had envisioned.

So instead, I did school stuff for an hour. I was a smart girl and Winslow's standards were notoriously low, so it was pretty easy. No fucking challenge at all.

Second thing I did was research the Wards for a good bit. I really needed a way out of Winslow before I inevitably snapped. The Wards provided that way out. Everybody knew that the Wards went to Arcadia, hell, it was specifically built to house the Wards. A transfer out of that hellhole would be the best to happen to me in years. Who knows, maybe they'll actually get justice deliver unto my bullies. Sure, sending Sophia and Emma to jail wasn't the same as me knocking them the fuck out, but I'll take what I could get. And Madison, well I didn't really care what happened to her. She wasn't as hurtful as the rest of the Three Dumbass Motherfucking Whores and in recent months, she had been backing off. I mean, yeah I do want to punch her in her bitch ass face, but if she was just out of my life, I would be fine.

Also, Wards do make a rather large sum of money. At first it seems rather small. Their salary is only minimum wage. However, they also get $50,000 placed in a trust fund each year that they get access to when they turn eighteen They can also get a lot more money for overtime and hazard pay, which, when added up all together, makes for a lot of money. A hell lot of money. More importantly, it was money that we needed. We were barely getting by as it is, Dad's job as the head of hiring at the Dockworker's Union just barely giving us enough money to stay afloat. And if the Bay's economy slips even further into recession, then the Dockworker's Union itself might collapse and we would be up shit creek without a paddle.

So yeah, the Wards are really looking like a good option.

Also, what the fuck could I do if I became an independent? I would be alone, with no resources and no cape to back me up. I'm a strong cape, sure, but I'm not strong enough to withstand a dedicated response by any of the gangs. Except maybe the Merchants. But my point still stands. I wouldn't be able to change anything and Brockton Bay would still be the shit hole that it is today.

Way I see it, Brockton Bay's Protectorate and PRT are the best option here. People say they were more concerned with the status quo then they were with the citizens, but the fact of the matter was they focus more on preserving the status quo than they do on taking down the gangs because that's the only thing they can do. They don't have enough capes. If they went after one gang, there simply wouldn't be enough capes to hold the other gangs at bay. They would see the opportunity to expand while the Protectorate was distracted and take it. It would be a bloody warzone in Brockton Bay. So instead they focus on keeping the balance and only taking shots at the gangs when they show up rather than going after them actively.

It's also why the Protectorate and PRT in Brockton Bay were so PR heavy. They kept pumping out propaganda so that new capes would be more likely to join them and then, just maybe, they would finally be powerful enough to be able to take out the gangs once and for all.

Also, Endbringers played a large in why the Protectorate didn't go after the gangs in force but that's not important right now and holy shit I just realized I spent way more time than I expected on this. I blinked as I looked at the clock on the wall. It was fucking twelve already? Bloody hell time does fly by when you're focusing on something.

Okay, then, um, what should I do? Oh, I know! I should-

I stopped as a loud rumble echoed throughout the room, and I blushed slightly even though there was no one there with me. Alrighty then, I guess should go eat then.

You know, sometimes, I actually do forget that I have to eat.

Feel free to point out any mistakes I may have made.

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