Disclaimer: I don't own Worm.
Tonights the night! I'm going to be a hero! Despite the worse efforts, or maybe because of the best efforts of the Terrible Trio I have Triggered.
I'm a Parahuman! I can be a hero!
That day in the locker when it happened was the worst day in my life. I thought it was getting better you know? The Three had been quiet and I hoped they were giving up on tormenting me.
It was just the quiet before the storm.
When I got up the morning of That Day I think I had sense something was going to go wrong. Maybe thats why I took the toy to school. A memento from when we went to visit the museum that one time when she was still alive. If I kept it under my shirt nobody would know. They didn't for a little while at least.
I had gotten to school without trouble and was heading to my locker to drop a couple of books off before class when I started to smell something. The close I got to my locker the worse the smell got. Worried I hurried closer and opened it.
Big Mistake.
My locker was full of dirty, bloody pads, tampons, refuse and worse. The wall of stench that hit made me throw up into the mess and made it that much worse. Then, while I was bent over still throwing up I felt a set of shoving me forwards. Into the locker.
I screamed.
I heard the door click, then the lock spin. I was trapped. As I twisted to start hammering on the door and yelling "Let me out! Let me OUT!" I could here the Three laughing as they walked away. I don't know how long I was in there before I grabbed my toy. I was thinking if I focused on it I could ignore everything else. Then it happened.
I Triggered.
I can't tell you what I saw. I don't even remember what is was now. Just something enormous. The next thing I can clearly remember is waking up in a hospital bed. Apparently the janitor had found me on the floor in front of my locker in a pile of refuse with the toy still clamped in my hands and me still screaming. Something had clawed the locked open to get me out.
It was much later that I figured out it was my power and the image of my toy that had gotten me out. In secret I practised what I could do, what my limits were and how I could push them. I found out if I had an image of something from the same era as the toy I could project that image, make it real. If I had studied the creature beforehand and remembered the facts about it as I made the projection it appeared stronger, faster, tougher and I could access its senses. See with its eyes, hear with its ears, even taste what it tastes. *Shudders* You don't want to know how I figured that one out.
So I practiced, I collected images and I studied. All for tonight. All to be a hero.
It was fun walking around the Docks at night, knowing no matter what happened I had something to protect me and that I was going to help people.
It took me a while to find what looked like a few gang members gathering in an alley. I managed to find a back way onto a nearby roof to watch what was going on. Then I saw him. Lung. The person who had fought all the local Protectorate heroes at once and walked away. I wanted to be a hero but this was a bigger bite then I could chew on. I wouldn't be able to help anybody if I died on my first night out.
I started to turn away to leave when I heard Lung snarling "…the children, just shoot. Doesn't matter your aim, just shoot. You see one lying on the ground? Shoot the little bitch twice more to be sure. We give them no chances to be clever or lucky, understand?"
Children? He's going to kill children? Not in my town and not on my watch. Even if it cost me my life I was going to prevent him from doing that. So I pulled out a picture, remembered the facts about it and made my projection, my friend come alive.
I had to smile as it rounded the corner of the building next to me and charged towards the gang when I heard Lung yell : What the hell is a DINOSAUR doing here?!"