Amy

I continued flying towards the fight- I smelled smoke, blood and excrement, I frowned, and then felt pellets of something hit my armor, I felt it disolve, I concentrated and regenerated it letting it get stronger, Vicky flew next to me.

"What the hell was that?"

"Some kind of tinker bullshit I guess, it fucked with our armor."

I frowned.

"No mercy."

Vicky's slight slowed down.

"Um Amy that doesn't sound like you."

"Are you disagreeing with me on this?"

"No Amy if anyone has this coming it's the Nine but... you're right and I feel the same way, they need to die, I want to kill them to avenge Dean."

"Dean's dead?"

"Crawler... I'm not in a very good place right now."

Another explosion... fucking hell her spider bots have anti air capability? Really? That isn't remotely fucking fair.

"Get to co-"

And that's when the shards of glass started flying up.

I rushed forward and hit the ground landing at the base camp. Wounded capes were brought to me and...

"Choppers?"

I saw streams of machine gun fire head into the warehouse ahead of us. Mom turned her head.

"The National guard was called in."

"But the PRT?"

"Their leadership's dead, Armsmasters missing an arm and a leg, Assault and Battery are now dead, and-"

I heard a roar and mom brought out a machine gun, I stared at her as she fired it at the incoming spiderbots.

"Get to work."

I focused on the capes that were being brought to me, as the explosions got louder and...

"RETREAT."

Crawler broke through the barricades, I saw him open his teeth in triumph and then turned away as a bright light seemed to surround him. Then I stared at the stone statue that used to be crawler. A second explosion followed and stone fragments covered the ground.

"What was that?"

Mom shrugged and smiled.

"Word from the PRT's in, we're heading into the breach."

I got up.

"No you stay, we need you here."

I felt frustrated but I stayed, I continued healing civilians and capes, I continued doing this until a greatly wounded Grue was brought to me. I looked up at Skitter and felt a sense of rage.

"Please... please save him."

I turned back to the task at hand, I didn't have any meat to convert to mass so I had to use fat reserves, no major breaks just a lot of torture, a lot of torture. He took a breath his eyes opening. He looked at me.

"So much for invincible."

He was kind of shivering.

"You ok?"

He grimaced.

"I'm very very far from ok... look we um... owe you one... thanks."

He got up, I stared at Skitter.

"The Nine?"

"Dead... except for Bonesaw and Jack... but we got everyone else."

That felt good, I got up, and stared at Grue, he wasn't looking very good and I was feeling generous.

"You know you can walk away from this."

"Huh?"

"This lifestyle, you guys just fought the Nine, if you stopped now, you could walk away."

"Become a hero?"

"Or a rogue, you don't have to be a villain."

He seemed to be a little uncertain.

"Nah, I have shadow powers, who's going to-"

"The PRT has people on board with blood powers, calls himself Kking Crimson works in New Orleans. Blood powers? That's a whole lot scarier then the shadow thing you have going for you."

"Nice try."

He turned his back.

"But we can do better."

"Until someone comes in and wrecks your shit again, you think you can rule this town? Kaiser thought that, Lung thought that, the Butcher thought that but they all went down. You keep this up and it's going to be you."

He kind of froze and then walked away, It was frustrating. I looked around at the wrecked city around me, we needed a miracle to fix all of this.