Outsider Chronicles: White Dragon of Brockton

When I was reborn into the Worm-verse, I kinda expected to Trigger at some point, if only to ensure that whatever demented ROB stuck me here was entertained. However, I never would have imagined ending up with the power to literally cut my opponents down to size. Still, at least now Lungs not the only Dragon in town. And I'm much more dangerous.

And we're back. Nothing to say other than, enjoy!

Chapter 4

Needless to say, my entrance set the forum's on PHO on fire with speculation, ranging from what my powers were to 'shudder' shippers. There were also people screaming about how Lung was the only Dragon in town, usually accompanied with foul language and insults and followed shortly afterwards with a solid blow from the Ban Hammer from Tin Mother.

"Jesus christ, don't these idiots have anything better to do than speculate?" I grumbled as I scanned some of the posts on the Albion discussion page.

It had been a couple of months since my debut and the shippers had really got into the swing of things with speculation, raining from me and Vicky (which also sparked a debate as to whether or not she was still dating Gallant or if she was cheating on him), me and Crystal, me and Eric and, for some odd reason, me and both Sarah and Carol. That last one especially made me shiver, dispite the current swelteringly hot weather. Now I see why most Heroes avoid the shipping pages like the plague.

I scowled as I scrolled past a particularly lude comment making observations about the size of Glory Girl's bust and closed the browser tab. I wouldn't be visiting that thread again.

"Bloody perverts," I grumbled as I stopped in front of a vending machine.

Like I said before, it was currently above 40 degrees C out, pretty fucking hot for Brockton, and I was sweating like a pig. Since I didn't feel like dealing with a dehydrated headache and a scolding from Mum for not staying hydrated, I fished out a handful of change and fed the machine. I pressed the button...only for nothing to happen.

"Oh fuck, really?" I grumbled, jabbing the button again.

I scowled again as nothing happened and thumbed the button to try and get my money back. Once again, nothing happened. I took a deep breath. Then another. Then I snapped and punched the vending machine. I didn't do well in heat at the best of times and I could feel the beginnings of a headache pressing at the corners of my eyes. Unfortunately, the only thing I got out of punching the stupid thing was bruised knuckles.

"Stupid...fucking...god...damn it!" I growled as I glared at the busted vending machine.

"If you want to get something out of it, you need to hit it like this."

I blinked at the new voice as a girl stepped past me, turned on her heel and slammed her foot into the side of the machine in a move that would have given me a look at her underwear if she wasn't wearing shorts under her skirt. There was a loud clatter and the girl grabbed the pair of cans that fell out and handed one to me.

"Here," she said.

"Thanks," I said, taking the can as I eyed the girl.

She looked a couple of years younger than me, but was rather tall for her age. Her black hair was cut to jaw length and clipped back with a simple clip and her eyes were also black. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt, a black skirt with the aforementioned shorts underneath, loose, white socks and brown loafers. There was something about her that seemed familiar twice over, like she was reminding me of two different people at the same time and she was giving out a very, VERY faint aura that was setting my teeth on edge.

"Hey, do I know you?" asked the girl.

"Um, no, probably not," I said quickly, not wanting to deal with a fangirl in this heat, "I gotta go. Thanks again for the help Bug Zapper."

I started walking away, not even noticing the nickname I'd used without thinking.

"What did you call me?"

I paused, a shiver going down my spine at the unusual flat tone in her voice. I glanced back at her and the shiver came again, this time much greater when I saw that she had crushed her can in her grip and seemed to be shaking slightly. Oh, and her eyes were hidden by her fringe. I swallowed. Something told me I'd just made a big mistake…

"Um, what?" I asked.

"Did you just call me Bug Zapper?" growled the girl, anger clear in her voice now.

I blinked and thought back to my would be goodbye.

"Huh, I guess I did…" I said, "Wonder why I…"

ZAP!

I twitched as a spark of lightning jumped of the girls hair. Ah, that'll be what I was feeling. And why I called her Bug Zapper without thinking. I gulped and took a few steps back, inwardly praying that she wasn't as powerful as Misaka cus I don't think I can block a full power lightning bolt.

"Don't…" growled the girl, "Call...me...BUG ZAPPER!"

"Aw cra…"

I was cut off by a lightning bolt hitting me in the face.

"So, how exactly did you manage to get struck by lightning on a clear day?" asked Amy as she healed the burns and muscle spasms that resulted from having said lightning bolt it me.

"By annoying a walking bug zapper," I growled.

"Eh?"

"A Cape with power of lightning," I elaborated, "Pretty powerful to."

"Sounds like you had a run in with Railgun," said Amy.

"Who?"

"Shes an Independent Cape who popped up a couple of years ago," said Amy, "Shes not well known because she doesn't tend to get involved in many fights, but very few weeks, the cops or Protectorate will come across a group of thugs taken out by electricity. Shes even taken down a few Capes, including Hookwolf, although he got busted out shortly after he was picked up."

"Considering he's mostly made of metal, it honestly doesn't surprise me that an Electromaster could take him down," I said, "Why Railgun though?"

I mean, I knew that if she had the same power as Misaka, it was kinda a given that she'd be able to use Railgun, but I was interested to know how she picked that up as a nickname.

"Because she once got into a fight with Squealer and blew up her truck with an arcade token," said Amy, "That was the only time she was definitely seen in costume and someone caught it all on camera. Hang on a sec…"

She pulled out her phone and pulled up the video in question. The girl in the video was definitely the same one I met in the park, but she was wearing a thick jacket, a scarf and a peaked cap to hide her identity. It was about as makeshift as costumes could get, but it did the job. Plus, I wasn't going to argue with a girl who could flip a tank sized, armoured truck and cause what looked like irreparable damage to it with a coin toss.

"Huh, neat," I said, "Makes me glad I didn't get a facefull of Railgun. I'm sturdy, but I think that would have taken out Vicky in one shot."

"You could have taken her," said Albion in my head.

"Probably, but not without her probably shorting out the entire city," I thought, "Not worth the hassle."

"Feh."

"Well, if your done, I've got a patrol to do," I said as I got to my feet.

"Yeah, your done," said Amy, "Just try not to get electrocuted again."

"Haha," I grumbled as I headed for the window, "See ya later."

I jumped out, ignoring Amy's yell of 'USE THE DAMN DOOR!' as I did.

Half an hour later, I was gliding lazerly above the New Wave's 'territory' for my patrol, part of my mind monitoring the search magic I was maintaining while the rest of me was busy lost in thought. I was thinking of a number of things, just who Railgun could be, what her presence meant, what I'd be having for tea and how Amy was coping with the stress of being Panacea.

In the past month, she'd really come into her own and make a name for herself as the healer she was and would become. At first, that was a good thing and she'd always have a smile on her face when she came home from the hospital with stories of saving someone who should have died. However, it was clear that that fame and the quickly building expectations were starting to take their toll on her. I don't know if anyone else saw it, but knowing what I did about the future, I could see it clearly. She wasn't doing well. She was still a ways from the jaded girl she'd become, but she was rapidly approaching that point.

The problem was, I had no idea what to do about it. Vicky was oddly obvious to Amy's plight, although to be fair, she was good at hiding it, and I'm pretty sure that Brandish was pushing her to do more, although I'm not sure if that was conscious or some instinctive desire to get Amy to somehow make up for her Fathers many crimes. Mark wouldn't be much help in the matter considering that most days he couldn't work up the energy to get out of bed and I somehow doubted that any of the Pelham's would agree to step in. Besides, even if I could get some help, I knew that Amy would just brush it off and say shes fine.

I sighed and came to a stop as I rubbed my now aching temples. I hate dealing with angsty teenagers…

VWOOMP!

"AHHHHHHHH!"

THUNK!

"OW!"

I instinctively caught the screaming thing that had just appeared out of thin air and landed on my head, only to find myself holding a 13 year old girl with red hair and light brown eyes. She was rather pretty, but the dirt and tear tracks marking her face her face hid that somewhat, as did the look of terror and confusion on her face.

"Err, thanks for dropping in?" I tried.

"I...who...wha...where am I?!" spluttered the girl.

"About 1500 meters above the city," I said.

The girl blinked and looked down past my arms. A moment later, she let out another scream and grabbed me around the neck, burying her face in my shoulder. Yeah, I can see why being so high without any idea how you got up there would be rather shocking. With that in mind, I quickly flew down and landed lightly on the nearest roof. As soon as we were on solid ground, the girl jumped out of my arms and seemed to be trying to hug the ground, muttering something about never wanting to leave it again.

While she recovered from her little panic attack, I glanced over the edge of the building to investigate the shouting in Chinese I could here going on. In the alley between this and the next building was a group of ABB thugs moving out, apparently looking for something. According to what I could pick up with my limited grasp of the language, the thugs were looking for a girl who had vanished into thin air. I glanced back at the girl, who had regained her breath by this point and was now hugging her knees and shaking like a leaf. Hmm, I think I just saved a new Parahuman from going splat. And here I thought that powers didn't let the users kill themselves with them…

I sighed and walked over to the girl, crouching down in front of her and pulling in my wings to make me a little less large. If she had just been assaulted by a bunch of goons, I doubted she'd react well to being overshadowed by them.

"Hey kid, are you OK?" I asked.

The girl opened her eyes and looked up at me, a spark of fear in her eyes. Then they shifted to my wings and widened. Then, her jaw dropped and she pointed at me.

"Y-your Albion!" she gasped.

"That I am," I said, "Now, to repeat my question, are you OK?"

The girl blushed slightly, but nodded.

"I think so," she said, "Did you save me?"

I shook my head.

"Nope, I think you saved yourself," I said.

The girl blinked and cocked her head on one side.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean that you appeared out of thin air and landed on my head," I said, "I have a feeling that you Triggered down there and gained the ability to teleport."

The girl blinked. Then blinked again. Then she snorted.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, "I can't be a …"

She was cut off when she vanished and reappeared a short distance away. I gave her a flat look.

"Oh yes, you're definitely not a Parahuman," I deadpanned.

She didn't say anything, just stared down at her hands with wide eyes. Then, a grin slowly crossed her face and she jumped for joy. Literally. I don't think I've ever seen anyone do that in real life.

"YAY, this is great!" she crowed, "Now I can finally keep up with Sissy!"

I blinked a couple of times. A teleporter who calls someone Sissy? Holy shit, I think I just stumbled on Railguns Kuroko! I wonder if shes as crazy as the one from Railgun...nah, that couldn't happen in real life...right?

"Um, thanks for catching me Albion," said the Kuroko analogue.

"Hey, it was a pleasure," I said, "Heroes help people after all, even if they do land on our heads."

The girl blushed at that and ducked her head.

"Um, before I go, would you mind signing this?" she asked, pulling a notebook and pen out of her pocket.

I shrugged.

"Sure, why not?" I said, "Whats your name?"

"Emma Barnes."

I paused for a moment, before finishing the autograph and handing the book back. She immediately hugged it to her chest with a look of glee on her face.

"Ohhh, Sissy's gonna be so jealous!" she yelled, "Thanks again!"

She waved and vanished into thin air, reappearing a few rooftops away. I waited until she was out of sight, before I let my fixed grin drop, walked over to a nearby water tower and slammed my head into the metal with a loud clang. Fuck my life!

Would you believe that this started out with me introducing a pair of DXD analogues as future villains? Then I had a better idea and, well, you've seen the result. This is gonna be...interesting.

Incidentally, I'm sorry this update took longer than normal, but I got AC: Origins for Christmas, so I've been procrastinating on that.

Well, thats canon royally fucked. Emma's Triggered and not a total bitch, although Taylor might actually have preferred the latter...nah, this is so much better. Funnier too.

Speaking of, I really don't think I need to spell out the fact that this is an Alt-power Taylor, do I? Not sure what her Trigger Event was, but suggestions are welcome. Its not really relevant though since I doubt I'll ever cover that.

And I think that'll do. Don't forget to leave a review on the way out!