They wont take me back.

They will.

I saw it, Dinah whispered. Before I ever met Coil. The fear in their eyes. When I said the numbers and I was right. Theyre scared of me. They were relieved when I got taken. They wont want me now that Im free.

They will want you. Just wait, I said. Theyll welcome you with open arms, and there wont even be a hint of fear.

I look weird. My hairs all dry and dull, and I havent been eating that much. I always felt sleepy, or edgy, and was never hungry, even when my stomach was growling. And maybe I didnt eat some because it was my only way of fighting back, the only time I could choose something, even if it was bad for me.

It doesnt matter.

It does! There was a note of desperation in her voice. Theyll see me and Ill look different and theyll think about all those moments when I left them feeling nervous and how theres a bunch of stuff I havent even mentioned because its that bad. Im not even human anymore.

Youre definitely human, Dinah.

Then why do they call us parahumans? Doesnt the para part mean half? Paraplegic, only half your body works. Parahuman, half human.

Not exactly. It means beside, which is how its used with paraplegic, or paragraph. It can also mean extra or beyond, like paranormal. Were next to human, or more than human, depending on how you look at it. I think its pretty apt. Powers, in a lot of ways, make the best and worst parts of our humanity stand out. And that depends on the choices we make. Your parents cant judge you for stuff you didnt choose.

How how do you even know that?

Which?

The meaning of the words.

My mom taught English, I said. So I was always sort of introduced to that stuff. And after she passed away, I maybe started paying more attention to it because its the sort of thing she would have done. A way of remembering her.

Are you an orphan?

My dads alive. I dont have as much contact with him as I should.

Why not?

It seems like every time I get closer to him, he gets hurt or put in danger. Or I only get close because of the hurt. I dont know.

You should get back in touch with him. Parents are important.

I know.

My parents wont take me, she said. She made a croaking noise, and I touched the bucket she was holding to ensure it was in position, held her braid so it wouldnt get in the way as she tried to empty her stomach of contents that were no longer there.

I sighed, waiting until the worst of it had abated. When it looked like she might tip forward and fall with the puke bucket into the space between the back seat and the front seats, I caught her shoulders and leaned her back, carefully.

Hows the pain? I asked.

It ends later.

I know it ends. But how is it now?

Hurts all over. Painkillers didnt do anything.

Yeah, I said. They couldnt give her anything narcotic, not with the way the doctor was suspecting that Coil had dosed Dinah with a mixture of opiates and tranquilizers to keep her artificially content and mellow.

Theyre not going to take me.

It was becoming a refrain.

They will, I said. I know you cant use your power right now, but they will.

And even if they do take me, itll be weird, because they cant ignore my power now. They pretended I didnt have one. Pretended I was an ordinary kid. Pretended the headaches didnt mean anything, like they pretended the heart disease wasnt a thing.

Heart disease? You?

Dinah shook her head. Not me.

She didnt elaborate. Related to her trigger event?

Dont worry, I said. I might have gone on to try to reassure her, but I wasnt sure what to add. I didnt know her parents.

Theyll turn me away. Ill have to come to stay with you. Or Tattletale. And then its like it was with Coil. Not as bad. No drugs, no being locked up. But Ill know I can never go home.

She was shaking, I realized. Trembling.

Dinah, listen. Thats the drugs talking, okay? Thats all it is. As relaxed as they made you before, theyre making you rattled now while youre in withdrawal.

She made an incoherent noise in response.

I leaned towards the front seat. Do you have a brush?

The driver, supplied by the doctors office, responded with only one word, Comb.

Comb will do.

He opened the glove compartment and reached back to hand me a small comb, not even as long as my hand.

Here, I said, Lets get you more presentable, so theres one less thing to worry about.

I pulled off the elastic that held her messy braid together and began combing it straight.

There wasnt much time left, and still so much I should be saying, doing or asking.

Do we come out of this okay?

Well come out of this okay.

Can we stay in touch?

Im sorry I played any part in this happening to you.

Either I didnt have the courage or I couldnt find the right words. Dinah wasnt in much of a state to converse, either.

I settled for tidying her hair, braiding it from scratch, and putting the elastic band in place. Maybe it wasnt as nice as it would be without the braid, but this would be easier to manage while she was recovering.

Not even a minute later, I was holding that braid back while she hung her head over the bucket, the both of us waiting to see if she would start heaving up mere teaspoons of bile or if this latest spell of nausea would subside. I was avoiding putting bugs on her skin, but I was aware of how she was drenched in sweat to the point that it was soaking through her clothes. She was feverish, too. My swarm could tell the difference in her temperature, even through her clothes and scalp.

The car pulled to a stop.

Dinah startled, as if shaken by the realization of what it meant.

Can you go on your own? I asked. Or maybe we could sit you down on the edge of the front lawn and beep to signal your parents?

Go, she said.

What?

Go. Ill stay in the car. You see if

She paused. I wasnt sure if it was because of nausea or something else.

If?

If they want me?

I thought about arguing. About assuring her that they would. Then I reconsidered. I got out of the car and crossed the front lawn to the front door of her house.

I hit the doorbell, but neither I nor my bugs could hear a sound. No power, or it wasnt hooked up.

I gripped the heavy iron knocker and rapped on the door.

Two stray fruit flies found the parents in a bedroom on the ground floor. They stirred, one sitting up, but they didnt approach.

I knocked again.

The dad got a cast iron pan for an improvised weapon. It was almost comical, cartoonish. Through my swarm, I could almost make out his words as he assured his wife, dont know

Whatever started or ended the sentence, I didnt catch it.

I stepped back before he cracked the door open, pan held like a weapon out of sight.

He saw me and slammed the door shut in the next instant.

I pushed the door open before he could lock it, winced at the pain that caused with my fractured rib.

He moved as if to swing at me, then dropped his arm as he reconsidered in the face of the thick cloud of bugs that stirred around me. I wasnt sure how much he could see. There werent any streetlights, or lights on inside, but I would be backlit by moonlight.

Im not here to cause trouble, Mr. Alcott, I said. And I dont mean to scare you.

What do you want?

I brought Dinah.

He froze.

If thats alright, I said.

Not turning away from me, he shouted, Anna!

His wife exited the bedroom to stand in the doorway, peering out into the hallway. She reacted as she saw me.

Extortion? he asked. We dont have anything. You can take anything we have here, but its not much.

Not extortion. The man who took her died. Im bringing her back.

Please, the mom said. Where is she?

Before I go get her, I said, You should know. Theres no sign he touched her. He didnt hurt her, not physically. He did everything he could to take care of her, in a utilitarian sense, but she was still a prisoner.

Without working eyes, I couldnt see their expressions. Horror? Grim acceptance?

She was drugged, often and heavily. Shes in the middle of recovery, and it isnt pretty. No narcotics, no painkillers, and no tranquilizers, maybe for the rest of her life.

The mom made a subvocal noise.

Shes an addict? the dad asked.

Yes. And shes a touch malnourished, and above all shes scared. I wouldnt have brought her yet, but I thought it was more important that I get her away from anyone who would do what Coil did, using her for her power. I wanted to get her home.

She has abilities, then? the dad asked.

Why else would Coil take her and keep her?

An ability, to be specific, I said. Does it really matter?

The dad shook his head.

Ill go get her, then.

I walked out to the car and opened the door next to Dinah.

They dont want me. They wont.

Come on, I said. I extended my hand.

Maybe we should wait until Im not sick anymore. If they see me like this, they might have second thoughts.

They wont. And we agreed you should go home sooner than later. Come on.

She put her hand in mine, and I could feel it shaking in the half second before I got a firm grip. I supported her as she got out of the car, then walked her back toward the house.

Mrs. Alcott made a noise somewhere between a moan and a cry as we approached the front door. I moved my bugs out of the way and let go of Dinah the second her mother embraced her, right in the middle of the front lawn. The father was only a step behind, dropping to his knees to wrap his arms around them. A family reunited.

It was a rare thing, I was finding, that a family was both intact and functioning. Too many of the people Id interacted with so far were separated from the families they should have by death, by pain, misunderstandings or abuse.

I turned to leave.

Thank you, the dad called out.

I almost stopped. Then I kept walking towards the car.

Dont thank me, I said, without looking back. I wasnt sure if I was loud enough for him to catch it.

It didnt feel good, but it didnt feel bad, either. Id played a part in her being taken from her family. Maybe a small part, but a part. Id done something to make up for that. The real sacrifice, the real atonement, would be dealing with what came next. Dealing with Noelle and the end of the world without using or abusing Dinahs powers.

I wasnt sure I felt good about that. Id gotten this far by making the most out of every resource I had available, and by being smart about things. This was throwing away a resource, tying my own hands. The decision felt dumb, even as I knew it was the right thing to do.

I climbed into the car. Settling into the middle of the back seat, I swept my bugs over the area as a matter of habit.

Two folded pieces of paper were stuck in the flap behind the drivers seat, where they hadnt been before. I picked them up, tried to view them with both my regular eyes and my bugs, then settled for tucking them into my belt.

Had to get someone to read them for me later.

Where to? the driver asked.

Downtown. Ill tell you where to stop.

The others were gathered outside Tattletales new headquarters. The Undersiders were all there, Bastard and Bentley included. Ballistic was present as well, though I hesitated to call him a member of the group.

There was also someone who I hadnt expected. Parian. My recruit, after a fashion, the doll girl was dressed in a crisp new frock, accompanied by a giant stuffed penguin fashioned from cloth.

Youre late, Ballistic said.

Had an errand to run.

Sent the girl home? Tattletale asked.

Yeah.

Good, she said. Feel better?

Some, I replied. I turned to Parian. Didnt expect to see you here.

Tattletale got in touch. I I apparently missed a lot.

Youre up for this?

No. But I want to know whats going on, in case it affects my territory.

Shes taking over my shelter and the surrounding area, Tattletale said.

Makes sense, I said.

Glad everythings getting sorted out, Grue said, But weve got an hour and forty minutes until dawn, and we really need to deal with the present situation.

Tattletale said, Lets talk as we walk, then. We have one sighting of Noelle. She left ten minutes ago, and I doubt well run into her, but we could get info, something thatll let us track her, or well at least be in the right general area. Sorry, Skitter. We found Atlas, but hes stashed halfway across the city. So transportation might be a little awkward.

I only nodded.

Parian took the penguin apart and created a longer, broader form: a dachshund, in black and white.

This is so lame, Imp said. How are you supposed to build a decent rep if youre caught riding a wiener dog?

Its the only thing long enough, Parian said.

Snake?

Too much wear.

If you dont like it, Grue said. You can walk. Its functional.

Youve fallen so far, man, Regent murmured, wry, You used to care about these things.

Because they kept us alive, kept our enemies off our backs. I dont care too much about anyone dumb enough to ignore the fact that we own this city but care about how we travel.

I could ride Bentley, Imp suggested.

Regent commented, Youre calling him by his real name, now? Didnt you call him slobberjaws, just a little while ago?

Rachel was looking at Imp. Glaring? Youre not riding him.

You really care? Imp asked.

Not about the name, Rachel said. About respect.

Imp groaned audibly, and Regent laughed.

My bugs helped me catch the muttered exchange between the pair.

Why? Imp asked, in her most wounded voice.

Payback. Regent replied.

Rachel was looking at me, the offer unspoken.

I accepted it, reaching up to take Rachels hand and using her help to climb onto Bentleys back, settling in behind her.

We walked briskly alongside the cloth dachshund that bore the burden of the rest of the group; Grue, Tattletale, Regent, Parian and Ballistic.

Everyones kosher with me taking the seat of power? Tattletale asked. This isnt me being manipulative like Coil, but I do consider us partners, I want us working side by side, even if our roles are different.

Partner? Youre in charge, arent you? Ballistic asked.

Im headquarters. Ops. Management. Skitters our real leader, our field commander. If it comes down to it, she can call the shots. Ill back her up.

If shes up for it, Grue said. Shes blind, and neglected to mention it before the events earlier tonight.

It doesnt matter that much. I dont need my eyes when I can use my power, I said.

Ill have to take your word for it.

What are we up against? I asked, aiming to change the subject. Ballistic, can you fill us in?

Its why Im here. Consider Noelle a triple threat, he said. Shes strong, shes got nothing to hold her back, now, and shes smart.

She was your team leader, right? I asked.

She was the leader before all of this started, yeah. You have to understand, shes a natural tactician, and tacticians come in two varieties. Theres the strategists that think things through, innovate, and analyze. Then theres ones that go by instinct. Noelles the latter. Not to say she isnt good if given a chance to plan, but she can get a sense of the current dynamic on an intuitive level, play things by ear while making spur of the moment calls. Those calls turn out to be the right ones, not because shes lucky, but because she grasps the situation so quickly that it looks like she didnt give it any thought at all.

Shes quick witted, then, I said.

Not exactly what I meant. Might be that Im extrapolating too much from too small a sample of info. Far as I know, shes never been in a serious fight, but when you add that to the whole strong and desperate bits I just mentioned, it makes for a scary combo.

Hows that? Grue asked.

Right now, shes scared, angry, desperate and frustrated, except all the dials are turned up to eleven, Ballistic said. She cant hold back her emotions like she used to. She goes berserk at the drop of a hat, and this? Losing what she sees as her last shot? Thats more than a dropped hat. If she were a person who relied on her brain in a crisis, shed be at a disadvantage, because shes not in any position to think straight. The way she really operates, though? She wont be any less effective because of that fear and panic. I dont plan on getting in her way. Im sitting out on this fight, for the record.

Youre out? Youre not working with us? Grue asked.

Im holding territory, but Im not a member of the team.

Same, Parian said, Sorry.

You dont have to be sorry, I said. But I think youre underestimating how bad this situation could be. I dont think we can afford to have anyone sit out.

Shes scary, Ballistic said. Lets settle for that. You dont get within Behemoths range, you dont aim for the long fight against Leviathan, and you dont send everyone against the Simurgh at once, or youre screwing yourself over. Trust me when I say this is better all around if I skip this fight. She knows me, and shell use me against you.

You talk about her being clever, but she didnt seem that on the ball when we talked to her over the phone, back in your base, I said. You guys were lying to her about Tattletale, about Dinah, and other stuff. If shes that clever, why didnt she pick up on it?

Ballistic sighed. Honestly? She put her trust in Krouse, in Trickster. He betrayed that trust, and he did it pretty damn well. I dont fault him for it, exactly. She couldnt know the whole truth, or wed be in exactly this situation, just at a worse time.

But you do fault him for something, Tattletale said.

He became team leader more because hes fast at thinking on his feet than because hes good at making the right call. He took it on himself to make a whole lot of wrong calls. I let a lot of that slide because he used to be a friend. And maybe because they werent blatantly wrong. Just a little wrong, a little disagreeable. But at some point every call was a disagreeable call and every word out of his mouth became a white lie. He started lying to us for what he saw as our own good. Not Noelle with her delicate state, but us.

And you realized he was never going to change, Tattletale said. His focus would always be on Noelle and himself, no matter what happened.

Yeah. We shouldnt discount Trickster, by the way. Either as a threat or as a possible solution.

I hadnt forgotten the possibility that hed stick around and make life harder on us, Grue said, But solution?

Yeah. Whatever else, Id say Noelle still believes in him. We can use that. If were willing.

And thats only if we can get him on board, I said.

Ballistic nodded.

What does she do? Grue asked.

Ballistic sighed. Besides the ridiculous super strength, durability and the regeneration?

Besides that, Grue said.

To put it briefly, if its dead, she absorbs it and it becomes a part of her-

Powers included? I asked.

Dont know. Havent had cause to believe it. In terms of raw material, raw mass? Yeah. She eats, she grows. But heres the thing. If she absorbs something alive, she clones it. More clones if shes angrier, we think. We dont have a large sample size of incidents.

Clones? I asked. Isnt that an advantage for us?

No. Because whatever they are, the extras come out wrong. They come out ugly, their powers dont always work exactly the same way, theyre screwed up in the head, but all that aside, theyre stronger, tougher, they have the memories of the parent. Sometimes that means theyre just homicidal. Other times, it means theyre just as sane as you are, but their priorities are reversed. They want to end your existence, kill everything you want to protect, hurt everyone you care about, and dismantle your life.

Evil twins, Regent said. She makes evil twins.

Ballistic nodded. And thats why Im sitting this one out. Shell come after me if she sees me, especially if she heard the bit about my defection. If she gets me, thats even worse, because the clones shell get are capable of killing anyone and everyone here, easy.

Bitch spoke for the first time. Animals too?

Animals too. And microbes too, based on stuff shes said before, though she might just treat them like she does dead material. I dont know. For all we know, it ties into some other power.

Do the clones have an expiry date? I asked.

Not as far as I know. Any time weve had to deal with them, we were pretty ruthless in putting them down. They sort of made a point of being too problematic to be left alone.

Theyre still people, Parian said.

No, Ballistic replied. They really arent. Trust me on that count.

Ive got soldiers at key locations, keeping an eye out, Tattletale said. Just a few guys, and Im paying them an astronomical amount. I wont be able to keep it up for more than a few days.

Which is how you got this lead? I asked.

She nodded.

Okay, I said, Good. But well need a way to deal with her. Ballistic, you said she regenerates?

Not that fast, but fast enough. Her lower body is tougher, but her upper body isnt exactly vulnerable. Ive seen her take bullets and barely even flinch, and that included one to the head. They do damage, maybe, but it heals too quickly for it to matter. And I think shes gotten bigger and tougher since I saw her last.

When was that?

Maybe a week after we got to this city. A while before Coil put in the first vault door, there was just a garage door. I didnt want to risk getting too close, not with the lethality of my power and the damage she could do. Her appetites increased, so it might be a pretty dramatic difference in strength from the last time I saw her out and about. You guys are going to have your hands full trying to kill her.

I dont want to kill her, I said. Not unless we absolutely have no other choice.

Ballistic turned my way, and he had a funny tone in his voice as he asked, How do you think youre going to handle this?

Containment, I said. If I get enough spiders together, I could try to surround her in web.

Not going to work, Ballistic said.

It almost worked against Crawler.

Shes stronger than Crawler.

Then we go to the heroes. We get their assistance, I said. Containment foam on top of my web. Vista to slow Noelle down, Clockblocker to put her on pause.

Tattletale told you, didnt she? That we think shes turning into an Endbringer. Why is lethal force okay against Leviathan but not against Noelle?

Shes still a person, under it all, I said. She deserves a chance.

You dont seem to care at all about the subject of killing a friend, Ballistic, Tattletale added.

Shes not my friend. Shes not the person I knew. Maybe she has the same memories, fragments of the same personality, but thats only surface stuff. Because even the bits that look like Noelle arent really anything resembling the original. She wouldnt be able to heal bullet wounds like she did if they were. Stands to reason the bits that think like her arent either.

Pretty cold, Tattletale said.

Fuck you, Ballistic replied. He slid off the stuffed animals back. I hope what I said was useful, and I wish you luck, but fuck you. You dont get it.

Parians animal had stopped, but Ballistic was already striding away, in the general direction of his lair.

Go on, Tattletale urged Parian. The stuffed dog started walking again.

You told me I could protect people, Parian said. It took me a second to realize she was addressing me. How do I do that?

We could use your stuffed animals. If she cant absorb them, then theyre frontline combatants we can use.

I dont want to fight.

I really dont think we have a choice. You fought Leviathan, I said.

Parian shook her head, I almost wish I didnt. I only did it because I promised myself when I was a kid, when I first learned about the Endbringers, that I would fight them if I ever got powers. Thats why I did it, because I didnt want to betray the kid version of myself.

Wouldnt your child-self want you to do this? I asked.

I dont know. But I didnt make any promises to myself about this.

Tattletale cut in. Heads up. I dont think were the only ones checking out the scene.

Who? Parian asked.

The Protectorate. The Wards. If youre not up for a potential fight, this is the time to back off.

The Wards? Parian asked.

Tattletale nodded.

Ill stay. I wont fight, but Ill stay. I made my decision and Ill own up to it.

Its at least one more body on our side, giving them less reason to pick a fight.

We do this peacefully, I said. We need their help, so we avoid confrontation.

This isnt going to work, Regent said. Just saying.

Well try it anyways, I replied.

I could sense the heroes well before we reached them, gathered by a ruined building. I used my bugs to get their attention before we appeared around the corner.

Undersiders, Miss Militia spoke, rifle raised and pointed in our direction. The other members of the local hero teams were at the ready just behind her. I noted Flechette gesturing, Parian shaking her head.

Miss Militia, I responded, when I realized none of the others were responding. Should have hashed this out with Tattletale. She can do the negotiating with hostile parties better than I can.

You do this? She jerked her head in the direction of the wreckage, not moving the rifle. Her voice was hard.

Indirectly, I replied. But not really, no. I dont know what that is, exactly.

I find that hard to believe, she responded. A hell of a lot of damage, reports of howling eerily similar to the reports weve had for Hellhounds animals, and lets not forget your penchant for kidnapping the good guys. Shadow Stalker, Piggot, Calvert

Kidnapping heroes?

With my bugs, I did a head count. Someone was missing.

How? Dinah said Noelle wouldnt do any major damage before dawn.

Vista, I finished Miss Militias thought. Youre talking about Vista.