I was lounging around the house when it happened. I had just been released from hospital the previous day, and boy was I pissed. I had been shoved in a locker full of filth and had a psychotic break when I was let out three or four hours later.

As had become the norm for me, the school was no help. Apparently, no one had seen anything to do with who had pushed me into the damn locker, so they were trying to hush things up and sweep it under the rug.

Like all things done by the Trio.

I sighed and stood up, deciding to go and start on dinner for when Dad got home from the Dockworker's Union. I had all the ingredients for Mom's recipe lasagne and I thought we could use something to cheer us up after the last week.

Heading into the kitchen, I started preparing the ingredients. When I reached into a drawer for a fork, my hand brushed against a chef's knife and it vanished!

Staring in disbelief, I looked under the drawer, on the off chance that it had somehow fallen beneath the drawer. Nope, no dice.

Great. I must need to go back to the funny farm, as I just imagined my knife into going missing. Maybe I can imagine it back with a wave of my hand?

Mockingly sweeping my hand in a lazy wave, I then yelped as the knife came hurtling out of my palm and slammed into the kitchen work surface, embedding itself there.

"Holy fuck…" I muttered.

I hurried up and threw the lasagne together, put it in the oven and set the timer. Then I sat down and freaked out. It took me five minutes or so to calm down, then I started thinking.

The knife hadn't vanished…I'd absorbed it. Then, I'd ejected it at high speed from my body.

I was a Parahuman!

After calming down from that revelation, I decided to experiment. I had sucked in a knife just by touching it. What else could I absorb?

Pulling on gloves, I laid out some things that I grabbed randomly from around the house; a pen, paperclip, the same knife from before, a butter knife and a few other odds and ends.

Removing one glove, I touched each item in turn and was disappointed to discover that the only thing absorbed was the same knife from before. So sharp bladed items were what I could absorb then.

A thought struck me as I ejected the knife; what about guns?

I crept into Dad's room and pulled out his old Charter Arms .44 Bulldog. He'd bought it, over Mom's protests, when the Empire 88 and ABB had started to get rough, but he'd never so much as taken it out of the box it was sold in.

Staring at it for a moment, I reached out with my uncovered hand and touched it with one finger. In a beat, it was gone, as were the five bullets that had been preloaded in the chambers. How had I known that it had been loaded?

Time to experiment.

A Week Later

Over the last week, I had conducted some experiments, and it turned out that I had acquired an awesome ability.

I could absorb anything that I could conceive of being used as a weapon. Knives, pistols, blackjacks, clubs, assault rifles, swords…you name it, I could absorb it. How did I know about the things that weren't in my house?

I ripped off the Merchants. Or, well, a group of the Merchants, anyway. Dressed in black clothes and a balaclava, I had snuck out of the house and followed a group of them back to one of their arms caches, and then gone in and absorbed as many weapons as I could.

Turns out though, I could only absorb one of each kind of projectile weapon; one pistol, one rifle, etc. etc. Fortunately, my power seemed to class 'pistol' handguns and 'revolver' handguns as separate weapon types, so I had plenty inside me.

Another useful aspect was that I could transform parts of my body into muzzles for the guns and fire them. I could make myself a literal hand-gun. The same applied to bladed weapons. Edward Scissorhands, eat your heart out.

My control of my power was still sketchy, as I could only focus on manifesting one weapon at a time, but that was again restricted to guns. I could absorb as many knives as I wanted and expel them or change my body parts into them as I pleased.

Another very useful thing about my powers was the fact that whenever I absorbed then spat out a weapon, it came out cleaned and in far better condition than when it was absorbed. I had discovered this with the Merchant's weapons, as the gang of druggies had no concept of prober weapons maintenance, thus the guns and knives were filthy. I had ejected them all when I reached my basement and they had emerged polished, oiled, sharpened and what have you. Very useful.

I was currently trying to figure out my costume. Fingerless gloves were a given, as I would be turning my fingers into guns or knives depending on the situation, but the rest was up in the air. Ideally, I would wear a Tinkertech-made fabric that regenerated cuts and punctures, but as I had neither the connections nor the money to buy such things, I would just have to make do with old clothes for the moment.

I had also been granted an instinctive understanding of ballistics; in other words, as long as I had a gun absorbed, I could fire with reasonable accuracy with that weapon. It also seemed to me that I was getting more accurate very quickly.

I had taken to coming out here, to the Boat Graveyard, in order to practice my powers. Ammunition I used sparingly, but I was running low on pistol ammo already, so I would have to raid the Merchants again soon for that.

The weapons I had absorbed included: a dozen butterfly knives, two bowie knives, a Colt Official Police .38, a M1911A1 pistol, a Winchester Model 37 Shotgun, an AK-74 assault rifle, a blackjack, a M4 Carbine and a katana, presumably stolen from a member of the ABB. Quite the little armory I had here.

I extended my hand and concentrated. My hand blurred, morphed and then changed into the business end of the AK-74. This was the awkward thing about using my transformation ability with the bigger weapons; I had to use my entire hand, which fortunately included any gloves I was wearing.

Bracing my arm, I mentally gently pulled the trigger, spraying the rough circle I was using as a target on the hull of the ship I was in with bullets. Something I was glad about was the fact that I seemed to have no problem absorbing large numbers of bullets and magazines. I had cleared the cache I had raided of bullets, which I would imagine made Skidmark pissed. Meh. I could care less about his opinions.

Restoring my hand to normal, I then manifested the katana, testing out places for it to manifest, from between my knuckles, to on top of one of my knuckles, to emerging from my palm before finally settling on it emerging from the back of my hand. Progress with learning how to use the sword was slower than with learning how to use guns, but it was coming along OK from what I gathered. At least I wasn't cutting myself with it…not that I could be cut.

The last little benefit of my powers was ever so useful; regular cutting and piercing attacks do not affect me. Literally. I accidentally cut my leg the first time I had tried to wield the sword and while the fabric of my pants had been cut, there wasn't a mark on my skin. I suspect that this applies to bullets as well, but I wasn't willing to test this out unless the circumstances were dire.

Speaking of dire, I had no idea what to call myself. Arsenal was taken by a Tinker in New Orleans, Stockpile was lame and Magazine made me sound like a paper controller. What else was there?

"Armory…yeah, that sounds cool." I mused with a grin before checking out the mental list I had for my stockpiles of ammo in my internal magazine. I was down to two clips of ammo for the M1911A1, twelve rounds for the Official Police revolver, three clips for the carbine, twelve shells for the shotgun and one clip for AK-72.

Time to 'requisition' more ammo from the Merchants.

Something I thought would be cool. Go figure. Reviews really would be appreciated for this one.

Breaker: 2 (While not changing physically, Taylor is able to negate the use of cutting or piercing weapons used against her. Bludgeoning weapons are more effective. Able to absorb any bullets that strike her and use them in her weapons.)

Changer: 4 (Able to turn almost any part of her body into a weapon she has absorbed into her hammerspace with her Striker ability. These changed parts do not harm her if struck, but if sufficient damage is dealt to them, they will be ejected from her body.)

Brute: 2 (Slightly stronger and more resilient than the average human, medium regeneration factor)

Striker: 5 (Able to absorb any item into her hammerspace to which she can reasonably apply the concept of 'weapon' to with the touch of a finger. Limited to a single weapon of that type, e.g. one assault rifle, one katana, etc., but can hold an unlimited amount of ammunition.)

Shaker: 2 (Able to store weapons in this hammerspace until she needs to Change into them. Unknown how large it is. Hammerspace automatically brings any weapon absorbed into perfect working order and destroys and dirt brought in with them.)

Thinker: 6 (Able to automatically recognise the name, dimensions, range and other capabilities of any weapon she absorbs. Able to learn how to use her absorbed weapons at a vastly accelerated pace, retaining those skills even if the weapon is removed from her hammerspace, with ranged weapons being easier to learn than close combat weapons. Has increased kinaesthesia and supernaturally good aim.)