Author’s Note: This was getting way too damn long so I split in half. It’s two chapters. One is from Taylor’s perspective. The other is from Greg’s.Grief 7.7a – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Taylor sat on a sofa, her legs tucked behind her as she…
Name: Taylor Hebert Code Name: Lady Bug Age: 15 Affiliation: Wards ENE Designation: Hero Location: Brockton Bay Classification: Master 6 (Thinker 3) Description: Lady Bug is a tall, thin girl with long, curly dark hair and glasses. As Lady Bug, she wears a red double-breasted peacoat jacket with black polka dots and black piping, along…
Grief 7.5 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Evening settled over Brockton Bay, the setting of the sun on an already hectic Saturday bringing with it the usual mix of distant city noise. The low thrum of activity from the Docks nearby barely penetrated the thick…
Grief 7.6 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The call had come at the perfect time. Greg needed a distraction, and this? This was a golden opportunity served up on a silver platter. His body was a crimson blur as he raced across rooftops, leaping from…
Grief 7.4 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – “Fucking kill me,” was what left Kenny Whitman’s mouth as he closed the tap, shaking his wet hands dry rather than bother with either paper or the hand dryer. Another fucking day. The same routine, the same bullshit, the…
Grief 7.3 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The night air nipped at Seo Asada’s exposed skin as his motorcycle growled to a stop outside the seemingly deserted condominium. He dismounted with a fluid, almost careless motion, the heavy thud of his boots echoing faintly in…
Grief 7.2 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg Veder’s eyes blinked open the second a ray of sunlight poked through his well-covered window. Hm. He lay there for a moment, a frown tugging at his lips as he glanced down at the Eidolon comforter beneath…
Grief 7.1c – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg’s arms flailed wildly as he toppled backward from the edge of the seven-story building, the ground rushing up to meet him. In a split-second reflex, he twisted in mid-air, reaching for a flagpole in a desperate bid…
Grief 7.1b – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg paced back and forth in front of the whiteboard, the marker in his hand a blur as he added some notes to the already full board and sketched out rough diagrams. The warehouse around them was a…
Grief 7.1a Greg and Sparky walked through the streets near Firefly Hill, their footsteps echoing in the eerily quiet neighborhood. The streets, once bustling with life, now stood half-deserted. Most residents chose to stay inside, leaving the streets quickly. With the E88 attacks last week and the distrust from everyone else, no one felt safe,…
