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eaemiliaTitle: The Tallest Tower: Excerpt 1
Word Count: 1197
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if applicable): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): some language
I had always assumed that when I found out that my best friend was a super hero that nothing much would change. Sure, I'd have to make a few excuses here and there about her sudden absences, but I had already been doing that. After all, her random disappearances were part of the reason that I discovered who she really was.
I knew that college meant changes, but what I hadn't realized back in high school was that changes meant befriending one of the world's most well-known super heroines and nearly dying every so often.
Well, this was actually the first time that the latter was happening, but still, I did not sign up for this. When my mother sent me off, she probably thought the most she would have to worry about was me getting in trouble with campo for drinking or maybe a pregnancy scare.
Not me dangling several hundred feet above ground and praying to God that I wouldn't soon be sent hurtling towards the cold, hard pavement below.
And seriously, I am amazed that I am able to think so coherently right now because I am totally going to die. It’s not that I don’t believe in Cat. I do. I really, really do. I did before I knew who she was. It was just that she was up against the worst possible opponent and there was no help sight.
And even though I love her, if I had known that befriending Catrina would involve me dying thanks to her, I would have told her to go away that day a few months ago when she had first asked to sit with me at lunch. At the time, I was just thankful to have a potential friend, but now I was seriously regretting my friending choices.
I probably should have known something was up when she would disappear for hours on end, and when she would return she would usually be covered in bruises and scrapes and be exhausted. Originally, I had thought that maybe she was just into BDSM, which I'm cool with. I don't think it's really my thing, but whatever, if she's happy that's cool. She was certainly getting far more action than I was. But then I noticed that whenever she disappeared, the Golden Bee would show up. Not usually around campus, rural New Hampshire seemed to be lacking super villain department, but there was still an uncanny timing of when was one present and one wasn't.
And then I started to notice that they looked pretty similar. Granted, Cat had tan skin and long dark hair, not the most usual of features, but there was something about the way the Golden Bee moved that reminded me of her, and when I could occasionally hear the Golden Bee speak, she sounded pretty similar to my Cat. And then of course there were similar injuries which really moved the whole thing from 'bizarre coincides' to 'yeah there's something going on here'.
It was hard to get Cat to actually tell me about her secret identity, but when she finally did, it was like a weight lifted off of her shoulders. Apparently, I was the first person she had told about her super hero nature. According to her, it was a weird family trait to be able to fly, and she had learned about poison from the internet.
I was always a bit jealous that her family could fly, and mine had the just had the lovely traits of cancer and horribly messed up teeth.
Clearly, someone had won genetic lottery here.
And now I was stuck hanging in the air, even more upset about my obvious lack of genetic luck. And trying not to cry. That was important, although I wasn’t really succeeding at it. Fortunately, I had a gag in my mouth, so I couldn't scream.
One of the few times that having a gag was actually working in my favor. Not that I’m frequently gagged.
Because it was bad enough that I was going to be all over the news tonight, at least I was kind of, sort of keeping my composure. And it's not like anyone else could do much better than me, because let's be real, hanging like I was was not a good look on anyone.
And it was probably for the best that my phone had fallen out of my pocket when I was first tied up. Sure, I'd have to get a new one, because this one was smashed to little bits all over the ground, but at least it wasn't vibrating non-stop in my bra because there was no way that my mom wasn’t blowing up my phone right now.
Even though this was clearly not a good time.
Because it addition to having all the blood in my body slowing pouring into my skull, I was also stuck listening to some third rate villain jabber on and on about his grand vision of world dominion. I think his name Domino or something, I can't really remember. Cat had fought him once before and said that he was no big deal.
Unlike fucking Iapetus who she was fighting right now. Iapetus was probably the worst possible villain to fight, ever. Once, he had just been some small fry, run of the mill guy that no one really paid attention to. Sure, he could do some basic telekinetic stuff, but that was it and lots of people, good and bad, could do that. But then he began to diversify. He could fly now, and he was doing weird stuff with the steel beams in one of the nearby buildings.
And, according to everyone ever, he was really smart and knew how to make people do exactly what he wanted.
Also, he was kind of hot, but in a creepy sort of way.
Like, he was hot, but you should be very concerned if he were to ever follow you on a dark night. Because I would not put it past him to rape you.
So, I always hated it when Cat would fight him because he was gross and creepy, more so than any of the others she had to fight, and who knew what he could do to her someday. It was bad enough that he was ridiculously over powered, but he didn’t even seem to have a purpose, he was just in it for the lulz.
Which was way more terrifying than someone like Domino who just wanted to take over the world. Sure, that’s not cool, but at least he has a stated purpose, a goal, even if he has some sort of superiority complex and is probably a psychopath.
But Iapetus doesn’t care about taking over the world, he doesn’t care about who he hurts or the lives that he ruins. He just doesn’t care.
He has so much potential, instead of using his million and one powers to fuck everything up, he could probably save the world. But instead he does things like kidnap people like me or blow up cities just because.
He’s evil, through and through.
Hell, he’s worse than evil. He’s a straight up monster.
Word Count: 1197
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if applicable): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): some language
I had always assumed that when I found out that my best friend was a super hero that nothing much would change. Sure, I'd have to make a few excuses here and there about her sudden absences, but I had already been doing that. After all, her random disappearances were part of the reason that I discovered who she really was.
I knew that college meant changes, but what I hadn't realized back in high school was that changes meant befriending one of the world's most well-known super heroines and nearly dying every so often.
Well, this was actually the first time that the latter was happening, but still, I did not sign up for this. When my mother sent me off, she probably thought the most she would have to worry about was me getting in trouble with campo for drinking or maybe a pregnancy scare.
Not me dangling several hundred feet above ground and praying to God that I wouldn't soon be sent hurtling towards the cold, hard pavement below.
And seriously, I am amazed that I am able to think so coherently right now because I am totally going to die. It’s not that I don’t believe in Cat. I do. I really, really do. I did before I knew who she was. It was just that she was up against the worst possible opponent and there was no help sight.
And even though I love her, if I had known that befriending Catrina would involve me dying thanks to her, I would have told her to go away that day a few months ago when she had first asked to sit with me at lunch. At the time, I was just thankful to have a potential friend, but now I was seriously regretting my friending choices.
I probably should have known something was up when she would disappear for hours on end, and when she would return she would usually be covered in bruises and scrapes and be exhausted. Originally, I had thought that maybe she was just into BDSM, which I'm cool with. I don't think it's really my thing, but whatever, if she's happy that's cool. She was certainly getting far more action than I was. But then I noticed that whenever she disappeared, the Golden Bee would show up. Not usually around campus, rural New Hampshire seemed to be lacking super villain department, but there was still an uncanny timing of when was one present and one wasn't.
And then I started to notice that they looked pretty similar. Granted, Cat had tan skin and long dark hair, not the most usual of features, but there was something about the way the Golden Bee moved that reminded me of her, and when I could occasionally hear the Golden Bee speak, she sounded pretty similar to my Cat. And then of course there were similar injuries which really moved the whole thing from 'bizarre coincides' to 'yeah there's something going on here'.
It was hard to get Cat to actually tell me about her secret identity, but when she finally did, it was like a weight lifted off of her shoulders. Apparently, I was the first person she had told about her super hero nature. According to her, it was a weird family trait to be able to fly, and she had learned about poison from the internet.
I was always a bit jealous that her family could fly, and mine had the just had the lovely traits of cancer and horribly messed up teeth.
Clearly, someone had won genetic lottery here.
And now I was stuck hanging in the air, even more upset about my obvious lack of genetic luck. And trying not to cry. That was important, although I wasn’t really succeeding at it. Fortunately, I had a gag in my mouth, so I couldn't scream.
One of the few times that having a gag was actually working in my favor. Not that I’m frequently gagged.
Because it was bad enough that I was going to be all over the news tonight, at least I was kind of, sort of keeping my composure. And it's not like anyone else could do much better than me, because let's be real, hanging like I was was not a good look on anyone.
And it was probably for the best that my phone had fallen out of my pocket when I was first tied up. Sure, I'd have to get a new one, because this one was smashed to little bits all over the ground, but at least it wasn't vibrating non-stop in my bra because there was no way that my mom wasn’t blowing up my phone right now.
Even though this was clearly not a good time.
Because it addition to having all the blood in my body slowing pouring into my skull, I was also stuck listening to some third rate villain jabber on and on about his grand vision of world dominion. I think his name Domino or something, I can't really remember. Cat had fought him once before and said that he was no big deal.
Unlike fucking Iapetus who she was fighting right now. Iapetus was probably the worst possible villain to fight, ever. Once, he had just been some small fry, run of the mill guy that no one really paid attention to. Sure, he could do some basic telekinetic stuff, but that was it and lots of people, good and bad, could do that. But then he began to diversify. He could fly now, and he was doing weird stuff with the steel beams in one of the nearby buildings.
And, according to everyone ever, he was really smart and knew how to make people do exactly what he wanted.
Also, he was kind of hot, but in a creepy sort of way.
Like, he was hot, but you should be very concerned if he were to ever follow you on a dark night. Because I would not put it past him to rape you.
So, I always hated it when Cat would fight him because he was gross and creepy, more so than any of the others she had to fight, and who knew what he could do to her someday. It was bad enough that he was ridiculously over powered, but he didn’t even seem to have a purpose, he was just in it for the lulz.
Which was way more terrifying than someone like Domino who just wanted to take over the world. Sure, that’s not cool, but at least he has a stated purpose, a goal, even if he has some sort of superiority complex and is probably a psychopath.
But Iapetus doesn’t care about taking over the world, he doesn’t care about who he hurts or the lives that he ruins. He just doesn’t care.
He has so much potential, instead of using his million and one powers to fuck everything up, he could probably save the world. But instead he does things like kidnap people like me or blow up cities just because.
He’s evil, through and through.
Hell, he’s worse than evil. He’s a straight up monster.