This is going to be my third chapter in two weeks, usually I like leaving more time in between, but I really do just have so many ideas at the moment.

On that subject, Fallout Fanfiction, I love the Fallout game series, and as a result, I enjoy most of its fan fiction, but and the same time the great amount of crap fiction is a little irritating, and since I actually haven't seen any Fallout worm fanfic, I present to you a Taylor that would probably be considered Tinker 5 or 6, along with Shaker 5 or 6 and Blaster 7 (Hammer Space with a mini-nuke launcher. Nuff said.) Maybe a low level Brute rating because of the cybernetic enhancements as well.

Irradiated Worm

Emma and Sophia laughed raucously as Taylor screamed and pounded against the Locker, but they stopped as

A great crystal eye

Massive shapes moving through space

And then the screaming stopped, leaving Sophia and Emma both staring at the locker in a sickening mixture of dread and anticipation, Sophia had to admit, she hadn't actually expected this moment to come. That feeling of a Parahuman triggering, she hadn't actually expected Hebert to do it, and now that she had, she wasn't quite sure whether or not to anticipate the birth of another survivor, or fear the incarnation of a predator with an axe to grind.

Whatever Sophia thought she was ready for, what happened next wasn't it.

The locker door was kicked off its hinges, and out stepped what seemed like to Sophia, a twisted, nightmarish version of riot police.

The figure was wearing a dark brown patched trenchcoat, a black helmet with a flared mouthpiece and blood red lenses, the figures gloved and armored hands creaked and groaned as they grasped a futuristic looking gun that hummed ominously and glowed a deep, sickly green. The figure looked around itself, before seeming to focus on the two girls in front of it.

"Sophia… Emma… Is that you?"

It spoke, in a voice like a desert. The two girls nodded hesitantly, Emma sending Sophia a look, trying to tell the hero to get the PRT here, the figure stood stock still for a moment, before it started laughing, at first it was dry, rasping wheeze of a laugh that rapidly grew into great heaving sobs of hyena like cackles of manical laughter that bounced of locker doors as it grew into a cacophony of sound, that suddenly stopped as the figure whispered.

"Im back… It WORKED!"

The figure turned back to the two girls and pulled of its helmet, revealing a worn, thin female face with long brown hair held in a bun, scars dotting her features.

Here, two quarter sized holes just below her hairline.

There, a long, slim faded line at her temple.

The woman began gesturing at herself and speaking frantically.

"You guys! Its me! Taylor! You would not believe what just happened to me!"

Sophia's jaw dropped.

"Taylor!?"

The woman who was apparently Taylor nodded fiercely.

"Yeah! After you two pushed me into the locker, I somehow was transported somewhere, it was wild, and it sucked, I had begun to think this place was a dream…"

Taylor paused, and her expression soured, her gloved hand clenching tightly as it drew the gun, the barrel still aiming towards the floor.

"You… You did this… You made me live through that Wasteland, you made lose my family and friends… It was all you."

Emma strode forward with a smile on her face.

"Of course we did Taylor, but now, now your strong. Now we can go back to being sisters."

Sophia winced.

Now don't get her wrong, she wasn't exactly the nicest person, too her friends or her family.

Nice people weren't survivors.

But even she understood, that maybe not telling the person you just triggered, and who apparently was tripping balls and went threw some shit since they now look a good twenty years older, that now that you triggered and had powers, you could be friends.

Yeah, probably not.

Taylors face tightened and the gun rose to point unerringly at Emma's forehead.

"You want to rethink that?"

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Armsmaster arrived, having received 24 separate calls of shots fired at Winslow which was the school Shadow Stalker attended, to see Shadow Stalker in her civilian guise, along with one other civilian with red hair being held at gun point by an older woman in weathered armor, with a high tech gun that looked like it might expel liquid plasma, or at least that was Armsmaster guessed based on the burn marks in the wall next to Shadow Stalkers head.

"What is going on here?!"

He demanded, his halberd coming to point at the hostile woman, armed with Tinker-tech who merely snarled at him before turning and doing the same towards Shadow Stalker and the civilian.

"Do you want to tell him, or should I?"

End

Anywho, hopefully another chapter soon, and I do enjoy reviews, so please g-me g-me. Since as I said earilier, I currently have a list of ideas, I probably wont accept suggestions for a little while longer, but as always feel free to P.M. me or comment with which idea you want to take and where and when you will post it so's I can see it.