A/N: Posted chapter 4, 5, and 6 togather check them out
Amy laid back on her bed starting at the baby blue ceiling with a posture of a kitten hanging on a tree with the words: HANG IN THERE.
There was a tv, a tablet that had most books on it and a land line that she could use to request meals or drinks.
Amy wanted to say it was awful, that she spent her time in a cell restrained in a straight jacket as armed doodlers had their weapons aimed at her while whatever quack therapist told her what she was feeling, that she needs to act a certain way.
It was anything but that.
There was no restraints, no weapons or armed guards.
They did take her to an office with polished hardwood floors, leather furniture, and hard plastic chair for the therapist.
They told her this room was used for the more violent capes and as such the room had containment foam ready to fill the room in case the cape put the doctor in danger.
They told her not to worry but all the rooms were like this and it would take to much to to deactivate and reactivate the foam guns.
When she stepped in she was greeted by a woman with a friendly smile on her face. Her long blonde hair tied in a ponytail with a pair of reading glasses on her face.
" Hello Amy, is it ok if I call you that?" She asked me, her fingers laced together on the desk, not a computer, phone, or tablet in site.
Amy just shrugs. "I don't mind." She tells her as she takes a seat on the surprisingly warm leather couch.
The doctor beams, her light blue eyes almost sparkle. "Well Amy my name is Harleen Quinzel." She greeted. "But you can call me Harley. Easier to pronounce and it doesn't make me sound like an old hag."
Amy tried but she couldn't stop her lips from growing on her lips.
"You're telling me. My parents named me Amelia, like they wanted me to be bullied in school."
"Well at least you found a cute nickname. My parents forbade me from using a nickname. That it was disrespectful towards them. So when I went off to college if it wasn't for any administrative paperwork, well my roommate thought Harley was my birth name."
Amy let's out a chuckle. "Oh God. I can't, I don't think I could go with people calling me Amelia for 18 years." She laughed. "I'd probably change my name when I left for college."
"Oh, do you have any idea what you want to study in college, what school you want to go to?" She asked.
"Not really, I figured that I would just study medicine and become a doctor, but..."
"But that's all you do and you don't want to do it for the rest of your like." Harley said.
"Yeah but- I have too. I can heal everyone, save everyone with a touch. The only thing I can't do is brains. I can't just ignore that, or stop doing that, I'm a hero, my family are heroes. If I stop... I can't stop."
Hardly looks at her. She bites her lip for a second before finally speaking. "Let me tell you something about myself Amy, if you don't mind."
Amy looked at Harley with confusion in tear filled eyes. She rubs them away with the back of her hands. "Sure." Her tells Harly. Her voice wet and cracked with emotion.
"I was born a twin to a middle class Jewish mother and deadbeat father."
Amy blinks confusedly before Harley continued. "My father had a problem with gambling and my mother was a high functioning alcoholic. Dad would borrow from loan sharks and if he lost the beat he would leave town for months, maybe years with no contact before he would move us to whatever city he moves too." Hardly takes off her glasses and rubs the bridge of her nose.
"My twin was sick, and I mean very sick. The type of sick that gets a make a wish foundation in contact with you." She covers her face before coughing and sitting straight. "To cut past that tragedy, I found joy when I discovered gymnastics."
"You must have been good."
Hardly snorts. "Good God, no I was awful. I slipped, fell. I even broke my arm on a bad fall." She explains.
"Then why did you like it?" Any asked.
"Because it gave me a distraction, something to focus on besides the hole in my heart." She clarifies. "No matter how much mom drank or dad gambled gymnastics made it better."
"Why did you stop?" Amy asked.
Hardly just have her an awkward smile. "Mom stopped drinking. She showed up to all my competitions, supported me. She was proud of me."
Amy listened to every word Harley said. "Then when dad showed back up she told him for the first time in my life he wouldn't let him ruin my life, and he really did change. I had parents for the first time in my life.
Then my last competition. If I won I could go to the Olympics. My mother was with me every step of the way, helped me train, told me that no matter what happened I would always have her. That she was so proud of me, proud that I didn't end up like her."
"I won all the events. I was winning. Then on the final attempt my dad shows up, I thought he was going to congratulate me."
"No." Amy muttered.
"Yeah. He bet against me, told me to take the fall. Told me that their was next time, that this way we could stay together, that my new brother or sister would have both it's parents." She let out a pained sigh. "So I fell on purpose, on a move so simple that I could do in my sleep. The look on my mother's face almost broke me. The pain, sadness. I was so angry at myself, that I would lose her again. When she came into the locker room she just hugged me, telling me it would be ok. She didn't fall of the wagon, she was strong for me. And when I told her what dad did I swear I thought she was going to tear him apart. A little five foot lady threatening a 6'5 man." They both laughed heartily until they were both breathing heavy.
"I won't lie and say it was easy Amy for a good year, year I was a mess. My saving grace was that it was my senior year and I took care of everything in my junior year. My mom became super mom taking care of herself, my baby sister, the bills, and me. She never complained. She took care of everything even when I was rude to her, brought up her past failings she just gave me love and comfort. It was Christmas when I made my decision. I wouldn't become like my dad, I wouldn't break apart like my mom did years ago. I wouldn't let my brother watch his sister waste away. I put in everything I had and graduated and chose to become a psychologist." She told her with her warm smile finally back on her face.
"In the end of the day Amy things will happen in life, over and over again. But you have to choose which path you'll choose. You have to do what you think is right... Even if what's right for you isn't what everyone else thinks is right."
A knock on the door surprised Amy. Harley just sighed. "It seems our time has come to an end Amy.
"Yeah." She got off the couch and walked to the door before turning to Harley. "Thanks. For everything."
Walking out she saw Vicky waiting outside talking with Dean by a PRT van. Walking closer Vicky glided towards her. "Ames! How did it go." She said like an excited puppy, if she had a tail Amy would swear it would be wagging.
"Glory Girl. Your aura." Dean stated behind his tinker armor. Huh she didn't feel anything, looking at her embarrassed sister as the force around her fades to nothing.
Weird.
She pushers the thoughts away for later, she needs to think about her future. Man she needs more blood.
Looking up to Victoria I ask her if we can go. "Sure Ames, let's go." She puts me in a bridal carry and we're off in the sky.
Taylor walked through the docks looking to blow out some steam. She had enough from the trio she needed to do something, be a hero.
It was a pretty simple plan build up a reputation and then join the Wards as something other then a grunt.
The city as a whole has changed pretty drastically in the last two decades. First the docks having lost most of its business thanks to Leviathan. Then their were some idiots who thought the best way to save their jobs was to block off the bay with several freighters making it so only small boats could enter or leave.
Then there was the rise in gangs from all the poverty in the city driving the desperate to the gangs. Then there was the culling.
The Butcher along with the rest of the Teeth and rest of the gangs were brutally slaughtered. Many were literally pulled apart others were pulverized into pink mist.
A few villian capes remind but enough to still cause problems for the local heroes. The ABB farms were destroyed and the PRT along with the police and brought down their human trafficking when a dying grunt walked into the station with all the needed information on the paper made of the skin of his torso written with his blood. He bashed his head against the wall of the station until he killed himself. The PRT was on the look out for a Master but after years no human Master was found.
Then five years ago money flooded the city, so much that is had the PRT sniffing around but all of it was legit. Several people decided Brockton Bay was dead and wanted to stick their hand in the pie.
Then clubs, strip clubs, and other less reputable started opening up along with several high class casino. Brockton Bay was basically Vegas 2.0 but instead of scorching dry heat we had intense cold.
Dad managed to get a job in a casino so he could have some more money but with the docks he was almost never home.
Crime has dropped massively to the point that most of it was gang related and that was dealt with pretty quickly while the cape stuff still happened but that was more of an attraction at this point.
In fact citizens were rarely hurt. The exception happens but that was rare, like what happened on Thursday with that old lady and skinheads at what was the boat graveyard.
There'd been plenty of theories on PHO that this was being done as a publicity. That the capes playing the villains are actors playing a role. It was pretty popular too, third to powers being from aliens or that a cape illuminati was secretly running the world.
She obviously didn't buy any of that, just like how she didn't believe the alien theory, or the people claiming magic is real.
Brockton Bay was just changing because someone greedy, horny, or both wanted to turn her home into a fuck town. Don't get her wrong it's done wonders to the economy but it's not something she can take pride in.
She was lost in thought until he heard some heavily accented English. "Just kids, shoot them. Put one in their head."
A/N: Sorry if it's boring things will be picking up soon.
This is now my longest running story lol
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