Author's Note: I don't own the IP for Worm or City of Heroes. I'm not going to make any money off this. Worm belongs to Wildbow. It's a good read. The first 138 words are from Worm, just used as a jumping off point.

City of Heroes probably still belongs to NCSoft. But they ended it.

Sorry about any formatting errors, it's my first time posting on .

An inarticulate scream of fury and frustration escaped my lips, and I kicked the plastic bucket that sat just beneath the sink, sending it and the toilet brush inside flying into the wall. When that wasn't enough, I pulled off my backpack and used a two-handed grip to hurl it. I wasn't using my locker anymore: certain individuals had vandalized or broken into it on four different occasions. My bag was heavy, loaded down with everything I'd anticipated needing for the day's classes. It crunched audibly on impact with the wall.

"What the fuck!?" I screamed to nobody in particular, my voice echoing in the bathroom. There were tears in the corners of my eyes.

"The hell am I supposed to do!?" I wanted to hit something, break something. To retaliate against the unfairness of the world. I struck the mirror with my fist, thinking about the pressure that had been building up in my head for months and thinking about those far distant points of light that felt like stars. I regretted the punch before I even made contact. I knew I was only going to break my own hand. Winslow had cheap metal mirrors that were supposed to be stronger, but just ended up etched with gang tags.

Imagine my surprise when my fist met no resistance.

I couldn't see my hand in the reflection. But I did see a shimmering wreathing my arm at the surface of the mirror. And I did feel an immediate relief to the tension that had been building up in me.

I tried moving my arm around and felt an odd sort of resistance. I pulled my arm out and it was still intact. The shimmering wreath glowed blue on the mirror, like a portal to another dimension. It was slowly shrinking, so I quickly picked up my heavy backpack and put it on before I went back to exploring this new curiosity. I put both hands in the portal and tried to widen it. It was hard to do, but not because of my muscles (or lack thereof). I tried putting one arm as deep as I could into it to try to find the bottom, but no surface presented itself. Then something grabbed my arm and pulled me in.

I tried to resist, but whatever was pulling was stronger that I could ever be. I didn't want to close the portal and chop off my own arm. I took a breath and opened the portal wider and I was instantly pulled through.

The first thing I noticed when I came to I was all the tools. Some looked like surgical tools. Others looked like corkscrews or oddly-shaped pliers. Most I couldn't even imagine a use for, or maybe I just didn't want to. I had a feeling they were all implements of torture.

The second thing I noticed was that I was strapped to a chair. I noticed this because I rather urgently wanted to run away and I found myself unable to do so.

The third thing I noticed was the guy in the blue spandex and technothingies poking scanners into my personal space. "Interesting readings. She's not from the local continuum."

The fourth thing I noticed was the golden blonde in the funny outfit. She was dressed in red and black leather with straps and a ridiculously short skirt. She had flared boots and gloves, pauldrons (without any other armor for some reason) and a small red domino mask. So her outfit was screaming that she was a supervillain. I didn't have much hope that the broad smile and glint in her eye had anything to do with her being happy to see me.

"I have questions. You will give me answers. Or there will be pain." She played with a tool that looked like a potato peeler. "Where are you from?"

I didn't know what she wanted. Because I didn't know where I was. I certainly wasn't in the girls' bathroom at Winslow any more. I struggled to put her question in context and she ran out of patience.

She ran the peeler down my arm, peeling off a swath of skin. I screamed. I retreated inside my own mind while my body was busy with that. I noticed that there was a star or set of stars rather nearby.

When I came back to reality she had put down the peeler. Instead, she carried what looked like a salt shaker. "That was a flenser. Tell me where you are from or the salt comes next."

"I'm from Brockton Bay."

"Never heard of it." She shook the salt over my peeled back flesh and I was treated to an entirely new form of pain. I retreated into myself, into my power. I let myself fall into the nearby star in my mind and my body fell into the chair…