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Intern 1.1

Thud. Taylor weakly beat her bloody, gashed fist against the metal door of her locker for what could have been the hundredth time. Her mouth was bone dry; her tongue was swollen with thirst and coated with the taste of her own vomit and the stench of rotten blood. She opened her mouth a fraction and groaned out "H-help me!" as loud as she could – barely above a whisper now. There was silence, save for the flies buzzing, their larva feasting on the... material covering the bottom of the cramped locker, used sanitary pads and tampons crawling with vermin, vermin crawling, creeping, covering Taylor's exposed flesh and creeping under her clothes, almost under her skin. She couldn't move, could barely breathe, her muscles aching from the constraint of the tight metal box, stooped so that her tall gangly frame – like a stick figure, Emma had taunted her – could fit inside the locker that was slightly shorter than she was. Her hope diminished with every drop of blood that dripped from her hand, gashed open on a bolt of the locker door. "If I was stronger," she thought, "If I had friends, then this wouldn't have happened." she mused, nearly deranged. It was probably early Saturday morning by now, she speculated. Only a day and a half, in the dead of winter, until there was a chance of escape. But no-one cares, whispers a voice in her head that sounded eerily close to Sophia Hess's malicious drawl. "No-one cares about trash like you," Sophia had growled as she had shoved Taylor into her prison, "No-one loves you, because you are prey."

A tear trickled down Taylor's cheek as she whispered "I'm not prey." She whimpered, and the flies crawling on her face buzzed and resettled. "I'm not!" she moaned, desperately trying to convince herself, reaching desperately for some hidden depths of strength, banging, growling, shaking, tears flowing like twin waterfalls as she desperately grasped and hoped for something that could save her. Taylor fell away from her body and into the abyss.

A pair of multi - dimensional entities, squirming around each other in a helix like the genetic code of the galaxy, shedding brilliant shards of light that glistened as they vanished into the void. [Power.]One seemed to whisper as it soared towards her. [Influence.] It stated as it grew into a sun that was not a sun. It brushed Taylor's nose, and power rushed through her veins like fire. [Administration.]

Taylor jerked awake, words she didn't understand on her lips, faint memories fading rapidly into vapor. 'Did I just fall asleep?' She wondered, calm for the first time in as long as she could remember. Then her situation hit her again, and she tensed, before realizing that something had changed. All the flies and scavengers were no longer crawling over her skin. The locker was silent. Taylor closed her eyes, and the dark locker exploded into a universe of stars. It took Taylor a moment to realize that the galaxy she saw in her mind's eye was actually a single glimmering spec of light for each and every life form, swirling and moving in patterns that, with a moment's thought, resolved into the entire school, traced by the vermin skittering through its walls and floors. Then, Taylor saw it, a blue light as bright as a sun, far out shining the bugs and rats. In an instant, Taylor knew that the janitor, and possibly her salvation, had arrived at the school, getting an early start in the constant war against decay in Winslow High. Desperately, Taylor reached for that light... and touched a mind.

AN: Discovered the Worm series. None of my time is my own. Please and Review, so I can improve.