Redemption: A Mary Sue's Story
Chapter 4: Enemies Come in Many Sizes
The dimensional door that I took from the Center dropped me in front of an average looking house in a dreary and gray neighborhood. I sighed at how depressive the setting was.
'Okay,' I thought. 'Where am I now?'
I checked the next name on my list. "Number nineteen," I read aloud. "Isabella Swan of Forks, Washington. Super average type Sue. Character in an actual series. Typical damsel in distress." I shrugged. "Shouldn't be too hard..."
There were no real protocols for the average-type Sue. Most authors who created them didn't even realize that they were Sues until it was too late. Some didn't want to acknowledge the fact that they may have screwed up, and claim that they are in fact 'original'. This was my problem for awhile.
Average Sues result from the author trying to give them traits that don't make them stand out, but set them apart at the same time. Drab hair and eyes, average build, average intelligence, average ability in pretty much anything. The only thing that sets them apart is usually either supernatural or something like it. Even then, it's nothing special.
An author's feelings about their Sue determine how well they react to people trying to take them in for treatment. If the author believes that the Sue is fine the way that it is, then they will fight tooth and nail to avoid change. Unfortunately, this causes most of them to have to be put down. However, most average Sue creators are intelligent people, and will cooperate to help their Sue get the help that they need, making for much more docile Sues.
I could only hope that this Sue would be one of the latter types; I really didn't want a fight right now. I was tired, and almost to my 20-Sue quota. I had to get at least 20 Sues per week a single. A grand total of 10 favors in all. If I could make sure that the next three Sues cooperated, then I'd be a happy camper.
I made my way up to the porch and knocked on the door.
A girl with brown hair and eyes answered. She was a prime example of the Super-Average type of Sue. Everything about her screamed 'normal', to the point of abnormality.
"Can I help you?" She seemed unsure and shy, a typical Sue response to new people. I felt a sense of foreboding, a chill that raced up and down my spine for a few seconds as I stared at this girl. She was so much like how I had been, and it weirded me out, big time.
"Hello, Miss Swan," I began. "I am with the Crisis Center for Estranged Sues, and-"
The slamming of the door in my face cut me off. I stared at the wood paneling for a second, shocked by this action, so out of character for a Sue.
"Holy Hell," I groaned. "So much for an easy assignment." I jiggled the knob and found it locked, of course. I dashed around the back of the house and searched for a back entrance, and wasn't surprised in the least to find it locked as well. "I hope that they don't try to sue," I muttered before bracing my hands on the frame of the door and kicking the wooden barrier in.
Every light in the house was off, giving the entire place a sense of danger. I crept silently through the gloom, staying to the shadows that were cast by the afternoon sun filtering in through the windows. A set of stairs caught my eye, and I made my way silently up them, sidling against the wall to avoid creaky spots on the steps.
The upstairs was even darker than the first floor, which wreaked havoc on my nerves. My own heartbeat was loud enough for me to hear in the dead quiet. I stopped to listen, and sighed in relief as a small sound came from the room next to me. At least I knew where she was…
I pulled a dagger out of my waistband and a cloth out of my pocket. I had borrowed the weapon and cloth from the CCfES armory, along with a small bottle of reality, which I rubbed onto the blade to Sue-proof it. I stalked over to the door and gently pushed it open, dagger in hand. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the situation. I mean, an average Sue acting like this?
Something was up.
I pushed the door open. Bella was standing in front of a window, her back to me, talking to someone. I couldn't tell who it was; Bella was in the way.
I took a step forward, preparing to strike. A new noise gave me pause. It was a humming, like an electrical conduit running full force. I tried to turn around, but the person who had been sneaking up from behind me shoved the object into my back before I could.
As electricity arced through my body, I was reminded of something that a person had shown me once, before I had been rehabilitated. A buzz baton, commonly used by members of the Lower Elements Police in the world that I was originally written into. The memory ran through my mind as I fell to the floor and began loosing consciousness.
A girl stepped into my view, someone who I had never actually met, but who I could recognize anyway. She was about fifteen years old, and had curly blonde hair. A buzz baton was in her petite hand.
As she grinned at me, I felt a thrill of fear.
I hissed her name as if it was a curse.
"Minerva Paradizo."