Here it is. Have fun. I will fix the first chapter's errors in the following days.

Prologue Part 2: Touch of God

-Taylor Hebert as Skitter

"Go on." I managed to say. I was panting, a hand on my knee the other on the armband now around my own arm, inching it ever so slightly closer to my ear.

"I will be honest. It's a bit of a suicide mission, but since you are on your way already, I thought 'why not?'. Moreover, you're the closest cape with a useful power for this task—"

"I'm on it, Dragon." I intervened with a bit of frustration. "Just tell me what I have to do." I felt like Dragon wanted to be sure I was on board, and not just because of the difficulty of pulling off whether she had in mind, but because I was… well, a villain.

Did feel like she needed to convince me to save someone else's life? It stung. It really did. Heck, wasn't that why I had begun my life as a cape?

"Alright girl but keep running. You're about one minute away and Leviathan can make back to James in less than 15 seconds if he so wishes."

I berated myself and put my legs to work. I started running as fast as I could while holding my armband arm forward in order to listen to Dragon's instructions as the rain continued pouring down.

"Alexandria and Eidolon have landed on the coast of the bay." Dragon started, "They will hamper Leviathan in the meanwhile. You saw where James landed?"

"I have the gist. Am I going the right way?" I asked loudly, hoping my voice would get through. I then turned around what I believed to be the right corner.

"You're good." Dragon's voice came through with some static. "Follow that street, turn left in three blocks, and you will see him. Your mission is simple. James is on the floor, probably exhausted. You must help him. Get all the bugs you can and create different masses, dense enough to make Leviathan think they are a threat. James might be able to land powerful blows to Leviathan, but I believe he is no brute. He's as squishy as you, and Leviathan, by my data, seems to have realized that. One blow is all he needs to put James out of commission."

"Alright." I acknowledged, extending and pushing my reach as far as I could. I felt them, all the spiders, flies, mosquitos, dragonflies, every sort of insect. As if I had a switch on my head, I commended them, and quickly my surroundings started filling with bugs, both on the ground and flying. "So, I create a distraction?"

"Exactly. That's the plan. And whatever you do, make sure you and James survive for the next 5 minutes."

"Why 5 minutes?" I asked. I wasn't feeling like dying today after all.

"Scion has been sighted in Buenos Aires flying north. We believe he's on his way."

I felt showered with relief, that is, I felt like that until I turned left. I could see James a couple of blocks away on the middle of the avenue. Debris and chunks and concrete, rocks, cars and poles covered the also wet asphalt. The rain too didn't seem to be getting any better.

I was then hit by my fatigue, prodding the corner of the building as I almost lost balance.

"Skitter?" I heard Dragon ask. I gotta say, despite circumstances, the child in me felt some sort of elation of having Dragon mutter my cape name with worry, like she cared. Few people had cared for me in my life, so I suppose such little, and honestly insignificant show of concern felt like a win. I knew she was only worried about me because I was important at the moment. I hadn't mattered before, just as many other villains in the fight. I was just one more.

But still…

"I'm fine." I said, sounding surer than I actually was. I slapped my own cheeks and forced myself to make another step until I was running again.

"Where's Leviathan?" I asked Dragon, my voice somewhat low compared to how loud was my breathing. So much for my morning runs.

"Still in the bay. He's definitely up to something, but you've got two thirds of the Triumvirate between you and that monster."

I nodded as a reflex, feeling somewhat silly afterwards. Nevertheless, my eyes zeroed again on who I believed to be James, a single body lying on the floor in the middle of a cluttered wide street.

"Oh god." I breathed out.

"Skitter?" Dragon asked again, "What's his status?"

I kneeled besides the guy, who was on the floor belly down. I turned him around and took a good look at his face. I hadn't the best chance to look at him before, but in that single moment at the library, it was enough to skewer down the probability that I was wrong.

"It's him. He's breathing, but he's out."

"Damn—" Dragon started cursing, but what ever she had specifically said were lost on me as James open his eyes, both of his emitting a blue light. He grunted as he placed a hand over my arm and used me to lift himself off the ground.

"Apologize—" he muttered, his legs shaking from the effort.

This was bad. Like, very, very bad. This had been the man who, for a few moments, had gone toe to toe against an Endbringer. Now though, I don't think he would win a fight against me.

"It's okay—here." I told him, putting an arm around him under his shoulder and helping him stand.

"James?" Dragon asked from my armband.

"Who's this?" he asked, turning around and taking a look at his surroundings, "And where's the monster?". He was now on his two feet, but I still left my arm behind his back. I felt he would drop onto the ground at any moment, but I could still see in him an obstinate will. He had asked where Leviathan was fully intent in coming back to the fight. I felt small around him, despite managing to see that he wasn't much older than me. He was tops either 19 or 20 years old, and yet, here he was, facing Leviathan.

"It's Dragon—"

"You're a dragon?" he asked, and I was stunned at feeling like his question was serious.

"The tinker—Dragon." The armband told him. He seemed to take a couple of seconds to process that information. "Anyway, I'm one of those who are taking care of logistics. Can you still fight."

No. This man certainly couldn't.

"Yes. As ready as ever." He answered, and he proceeded to take my arm off him. "Thanks kid, I really appreciate, but it's too dangerous for you to be here."

I felt slightly offended, and yes, I know it was silly of me. But even if we might have drastically different powers, I wasn't that far off his age!

"We are almost the same age!"

He coughed, and I saw dust literally coming off his lungs. "Girl, I'm 110 years old. Everyone's a kid to me."

I didn't know what to say to that, and so didn't Dragon as she proceeded to take over the conversation. "Uhh—ok, that's a story we get to understand later. James, Skitter here will help you. Her powers allow her to create a diversion in case Leviathan gets too close to you."

I felt James eyeing me from my feet to my head, and although I don't think I had gained his approval, he didn't dispute it. I felt a bit angry at that, but it didn't matter. I came this far to be a hero, and no one was stopping me, and surely not someone I am supposed to help. Someone I promised to help.

"You sister asked me, and I told her I would, save you. Or at the very least help." I told him, and at that, I felt his expression grow less skeptical.

Dragon's voice came through the armband again. "Can you pin down Leviathan? Somehow with the rocks you've used before?"

"I can manage something. Where's the thing, 'Dragon'?" I felt some hesitation from James, but I couldn't pinpoint why. Wasn't he familiar with who Dragon was?

"The 'thing' is on the bay. We believe he is preparing a new attack."

"Does he only bend water?" James inquired.

"Bend?" I asked, and at Dragon's silence, I figured she was also interested.

James waved us off. "Control, command—whatever fits."

Dragon's response was immediate. "He can control liquid water at a large scale. Tsunamis and floods, for example, are his signature. But he lacks the fine control over it."

"Well, his authority still surpassed mine. I couldn't bend the water he had under his control."

"You can control water too?" Dragon prodded, but James couldn't answer.

The ground shook once again, and with the its movement, came too a cursed cacophony.

"Leviathan is planning on sinking the city!" Dragon warned.

"There's water under the city? Or by using the Bay?" James asked, but before anyone could answer, he kneeled and placed his hands on the ground.

"What you're doing?" I asked him. I couldn't help but feel that, if James wanted to go back to the fight, and he could still make a difference despite the fatigue, this was the moment. I had the image of my dad in my mind, of him in one of these shelters. Was his shelter sinking? Was he still safe? Could I have lost him already? What if I didn't even get to see his body, perhaps lost by now in the debris?

"I'm checking it! I have to go underground!" James exclaimed before looking at me and then at the armband, "Dragon, you said liquid water. Can Leviathan control ice?"

"Not that we know." I could feel that Dragon's response propelled James, who now was looking at me… wait, what you are doing?

"Brace yourself little girl."

The ground fractured around us in a circle, and we sank underground with enough acceleration to feel my feet almost peeling off the ground. We kept going down for a good few seconds before deaccelerating and coming into a stop, and I knew we were deep since I couldn't reach out, no matter how much I tried, to any bugs.

My stomach rumbled, and I felt nauseous like never before. The trip had been a bit to sudden.

Looking around, I also realized that the ground above us had been closed and the light was coming from one source only. James' hand. He held on to small and yet bright flame, which danced over his palm erratically as the ground continued to shake.

"I will need both hand for this, so its gonna get dark, but don't worry. I'm not letting you get squashed." He said, gesturing to the ceiling he had just put over our hands.

True to his words, and before I could even nod, almost total darkness came after he erased his flame. Now, the only source of light was his eyes, which still shone like to pearls, but their light only created a dim source. I could barely see him, but of what I did, together with my hearing, I saw him pretty much perform a dance.

His footsteps were strangely gentle amidst the tremors of the earth, and his hands seemed to swing as if the held on to something. The air around started circulating, as if it suspended particles were reacting to his actions, and I admit, maybe I was feeling something too. I sort of a 'prod' inside that I wasn't sure from where it was coming from, and neither did I know what it was about.

Although, as the shaking of the ground started alleviating, as my stress turned into relief at Leviathan's foiled plan, it started becoming clearer what this feeling was.

"What did you do?" I whispered as he brought back a flame over his hand.

"I froze most of the water. It seems that you were right, Dragon."

I raised an eyebrow. "She can't hear us down here." I said, my voice more judging than I had wanted.

"Oh-ah," he grunted slightly disoriented, "is that so, girl?"

"I'm Skitter," I reminded him, and he made confused face.

"Is that a nickname?"

"What you on about? It's my cape name."

"So…" he said, and his eyes were like two buffering orbs. "It's made up?"

"What sort of question is that?" Honestly, what was wrong with this guy? He was confused at cape names?

"Ok, whatever, I'm—ah, James—yeah, you are?"

I looked at him dumbstruck, not that he could see that thanks to my mask. "I'm Skitter." I repeated.

"That's just a made-up name! Aren't you a bit too old for that? Or is it like a war name? You sound a bit too young to be in the army though."

Between the nonsensical chat and the nausea, my temper was acting up. "All names are made up!"

That seemed to shut him up for a second as he placed a hand under his chin. "I suppose. Whatever. We are going back up. Get ready."

He told me to get ready, but before I could do anything, we shot up. Not that I could see well, since his flame was dead again, but the acceleration was a not so subtle give away.

"&*%(-I rep*-Skit—James, can you hear me?" as we returned to the surface, Dragon's voice started coming through the armband once again.

"We hear!" I told Dragon at the same time I managed to hold my stomach.

"Scion just passed by Miami. You just have to hold on for a few moments!"

"Tell me again what this 'Scion' guy does." James said after a couple of seconds.

I'm sure my face could tell him how much that question had left me speechless. Interestingly, however, Dragon didn't seem taken aback, answering James' strange question in a single breath.

"He can fly at super speeds, has enough strength to lift entire buildings, and he seems to have his five senses increased by two hundred times fold on average."

James nodded with a frown. "I guess that's a thing. Do we have communications with him? It would be great if he could the monster down. I think there's a way to stop this creature if only someone can immobilize him. This way I believe—"

"Alright, shit, sorry to interrupt." Dragon spoke, and I could feel the dread in her voice. "News for you two. Eidolon was somehow knocked out. Alexandria is retreating with him."

"He wants to have another go?" James asked Dragon, but she didn't have an answer.

Dragon spoke hesitantly, "Unclear. He managed to get away."

My hands found the sides of my head and my mouth was left open. We were so fucked, and yet, James had hardly been taken aback. Or at least that's how he made it seem.

"Guess it's time for us to step in. Track him down before he can escape." he started planning ahead full speed, but I was so stressed with our prospects of victory I needed to be sure he was hearing himself.

"James, Eidolon just got put down." I said in a strangely numb tone. He looked at me, his gaze strong. I could see he was hurt with at least a cut on his leg, and his forehead was covered with red sweat. Not to mention the decrepit state his clothes, normal clothes even, were. He had no protective gear, absolutely naked for all that mattered. "We must focus on salvaging the city. Save what we can, minimize the damage—"

"This city might well be gone, Skitter." James said, his eyes looking around. "The least we can do is take him down. He's done this to other places right? Killed millions?" James voice grew somber by the syllable.

I couldn't accept his words. I loved my home, even after all that had happened. Despite the bullying, despite the crime, despite the mishaps and wrong turns I had made, I had dreamt of a better future, where no child would have to worry about the same things as I did. "Not it's not!" I yelled, and I didn't even make an effort to stop myself, "I still gotta fix it! I still have to change it! Dad and I!"

I felt tears stream down my face, forcing me to stare down at the ground. God, Dragon was probably hearing it all, but I couldn't stop my reaction.

That was a dream of mine at stake. It hadn't yet been something I had taken as a primary goal, but it had been there, in the background, and it all started with minimizing Undersiders damage. A better city, in a nutshell, and having it taken away from me simply stole my dream from ever becoming a possibility. Furthermore, if it was really that destroyed and forsaken, what were the chances my father was still alive? What were the chances the Undersiders were safe?

"Skitter." James called my name gingerly, and I looked at him by the corners of my eyes.

"Again, have to interrupt." Dragon voice came over my armband, "Tremors on the 23rd Street with Jupiters Avenue have determined Leviathan's most likely path. He's coming towards you, kids."

The realization that this nightmare wasn't over yet and that we had still to fight Leviathan did wonders to restrain sorrow. I pressed my lips and nodded at Dragon's message.

James nodded at me. "I hope you know how to perform your job at distance. I can't fight and protect you at the same time. You must stay away from the actual—wait, what can you do?"

"Bugs, I can control hundreds of them." I said in one go, and I pulled my power. I reached to the thousands of bugs around us, recuperating much of what I lost because of our trip underground. Swarms of insects poured out of the sewers and various debris around.

"Fascinating." James murmured.

"I will use these swarms to distract him."

"No, not just that." James said suddenly, "Use them to block his vision if possible. Play as dirty as you can."

I felt my cheeks heat up. It annoyed me greatly to have someone telling me how to use my power, and honestly, I did have that in mind. I wasn't a complete amateur.

"Don't worry. I will use myself to my full potential." I said somewhat harshly.

The ground shook. Leviathan was probably close.

"I don't doubt that." he told me with a smile. "After all, you are clearly a hero."

I wasn't sure how to feel about the praise. I had done nothing yet. Was he pitying me because of my earlier outburst? I wanted to be a hero, had dreamt of it, but things hadn't exactly gone that way, but even then, he somehow made me believe his words, which only made it worse. I didn't feel like I was worth it. To make it more ironic, I was even worried about a bunch of villains alongside my dad. I was worried about Lisa, Brian, Rachel, and even Alec. It was tempting to ask Dragon about them.

But if we actually took down Leviathan, as James had put it, if we actually took down the Endbringer, then… I saw his point. Things would be better. If in the worst-case scenario, which is the total destruction of Brockton Bay and the loss of al those I cared, if Leviathan was killed—well—wouldn't it be worth it?

James must have been asking himself the same question. Like me, he has a sister around, one that too depends on the shelters to remain safe, just like my dad, and he had made his choice.

The ground shook again, this time twice.

"Skitter!" James called my name.

I looked at him startled, seeing through his bright eyes that he was worried. I nodded, turned around and ran opposite to the source of the tremors. I needed a vantage point.

"Skitter," Dragon's voice came through as I entered one of the standing building close by, "With Alexandria here, you don't have to do this."

The temptation of leaving was strong. The choice of saving myself, and of going looking for my dad and the Undersiders was unimaginably seductive.

"…you are clearly a hero."

I clenched my hands into fists.

"No, Dragon. I'm seeing this to the end."

-Dragon

"Alexandria, you copy?" Come on, answer, respond, anything! "Alexandria?!"

"Dragon, I copy." She said through her armband, and I could feel her voice plagued by exhaustion. "Eidolon is now safe. I'm ready to go. Where's Leviathan?"

"Coming to James, sending coordinates to you. The kid is back."

"Holy shit. Who the fuck—actually, it doesn't matter. In what condition is he?"

I didn't answer immediately. "I'm not sure. My readings of him have been strange at best."

The next time Alexandria opened her comms, I heard the wind against the microphone. She was probably flying. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Take it this way. He can take a beating."

"A brute?" the cape asked.

"I don't think so. He just thinks quickly on his feet and he also seem to have a plan?"

"Which is?" Alexandria inquired.

"He's asked for anyone to immobilize Leviathan. He believes that if such is accomplished, he can freeze the Endbringer."

Alexandria seemed to choke. "That's counter-intuitive, as you put it before, 'at best'! Can that work?"

"Well, it does seem Leviathan cannot control water in states different than liquid."

"You seem to trust this boy, Dragon." Alexandria spoke, and this time I could hear her clearly. By my maps, she seemed to be atop of a building close enough to see James as he waited for Leviathan. "Do you know him?"

"No, but he managed to stop Leviathan from sinking Brockton Bay by freezing the water underground. Ingenious, and since the Endbringer still hasn't left, we might as well try another one of his ideas."

Alexandria took her time. "Send a message to Legend."

-Alexandria

"Tell him what we are trying to do." I spoke over my armband.

"Copy that. Over." Dragon finished it off, and I heard the armband beep with the special comms message channel closing.

The day of today, I thought, was definitely destined to be remembered, and not just because of the cursed struggle against an Endbringer. Although, I had to admit to myself, it was getting progressively harder to differentiate them, these days of suffering and terror when we had to fight these indomitable beasts. They were starting to become so similar, so frustratingly comparable, fight after fight, battle after battle, failure after failure.

But this day was now fated to be remembered as the day Eidolon actually fell. I could picture the news tomorrow after we were able to make sense of all that transpired this afternoon. No matter how much we've hurt the bastard, no mater how hard we were able to hit him, he just kept going, escalating, strengthening himself.

It was absolutely infuriating.

But maybe, just maybe, things would change. I kept myself under control. Restrained my hopes, the hopes I've held for so long that one day we would defeat them.

'…he also seems to have a plan.' Dragon told me.

Who was this kid? A fucking no one. A fresh trigger if what I heard from previous reports was true. How nonsensically it was for any one to jump into this hopeful bandwagon that today was a day we would make history? A day when an Endbringer was defeated? What sort of delusional madman would possess such confidence, such hope after some of our best had already been bested.

Because, just as Leviathan had been hit the hardest we had ever managed, we also had incurred a great number of casualties.

And yet…

'…he managed to stop Leviathan from sinking Brockton Bay…'

Had anyone ever stopped an Endbringer from doing something? We had delayed him, sure. We had driven him away, indeed, but only after enough damage was done. Only when the monster was somewhat satisfied. But what else? Leviathan, after all, hadn't left the city yet. He was still here, for whatever reason he may have. Dragon thought, somehow, that the Endbringer was interested in the boy.

Here I sat atop this building, one of the few still standing in this area of the city, one that had and still resisted the violence of this battle, fortunately close to where I knew this 'James' was. The cape with no secret identity. Was he even a cape, in the sense of the word? Maybe the Dallons will adopt him, I bet he lost his entire family by now in the middle of this mess. Make of him something proper if he didn't die today.

I couldn't place my bets on him however. Not yet.

From my vantage point, he was somewhat scrawny. No brute indeed it seemed. In fact, he seemed complete ordinary, if not his eyes. Two orbs of glowing light in a kid whose yellow shirt was in tatters and whose shorts had one of its legs missing. I placed some in front of me with my leg upfront, preparing myself jump down and meet him before Leviathan showed up, until his eyes crossed mine and I felt his attention on myself.

I don't know why, but that stopped me for a second. A good second in fact, as if I expected him to say something to me despite the great distance between us. He would need to shout, and honestly, I would need to listen, and I didn't tend to listen to a lot of people nowadays, and yet, he had captured me.

He looked away, his eyes now along the street, and he readied himself. The concrete was thrown high in the air as Leviathan himself raised his form from the underground, arms upfront with his claws extended, the beast was rushing James at a ferocious speed.

I extended my hands over the edge of the roof and pulled it, shooting myself down like a cannonball, my speed only augmented by my own ability to fly. The air flew around me at supersonic speeds, beating violently against my ears, but that didn't bother me. I was focused, too worried at seeing a kid being smashed by Leviathan, and I extended my hand into a fist, which found Leviathan at his would-be throat.

I smashed the Endbringer, pushing him as my knuckles dug as deep as I ever managed into his thick skin, the both of us soon sinking into the sewers of the street. Barely a second afterwards, Leviathan stroke at me. I don't know what hit me, if it had been his arms, legs, or tail, but what ever it was, it threw me back into the sewer as I made my way out of the hole, and soon enough I had one of his claws over my neck, and another digging besides my left breast. I felt the warmness of my blood pour out.

The moment itself, however, had been as quick as the time it took to happen. Metal sprouted out of the ground. Pipes and cables and whatever else this city had buried, its infrastructure literally jumped out of the ground, and as I looked at the creature itself, I realized he was being attacked from the upwards too. A building besides us collapsed as its steel beams were ripped out, shot against Leviathan, twisted after impact around the monster and wrestled against his movements, striving to strangle him.

I took the chance. I beat a fist on the ground to force myself up, my other hand holding leviathan's claw as to stop it from digging any further. I pushed. Raising myself up, I spun in the air and pulled Leviathan under myself, throwing him against the wall of the bowl we carved in the middle of the street.

Suddenly, thousands of bugs and insects of all variety rushed forward, putting themselves between me and the Endbringer, and soon after shot upwards, only to be squashed my Leviathan's tail as it threw a sharp slice of water at Mach speeds.

Skitter, if I recalled her name correctly, had used them as a decoy. I used the moment of Leviathan's confusion and flew to one of his sides, tattering on hitting the walls of bowl as I flew with a target in mind. Leviathan continue to struggle against the debris of metal, but he seemed to be winning the fight as piece by piece was thrown around with increasingly less resistance. Strangely enough, just a quick thought I had at the time, I felt the colder, as if there had been a significant temperature drop.

Nevertheless, I was tuned in, eyes on target. I flew low and quick, punching Leviathan with both my fists on his side, shooting him out of the hole as he flew over to one side. Before he even touched the ground again, a wall of rock shot up. It was thick, by a good few dozens of meters, and it was thicker than it was wide, but it did the trick. Leviathan crashed against and sank into it by a good few meters.

Now high in the air, I could see James from the sidewalk. He was facing Leviathan, his body in some strange pose as he centered his center of mass hunkered close to the ground, legs wide open. And then his form changed completely. He jumped high in the air, higher than I was at the moment before sprinkling on his feet a red-hot jet of fire and shooting himself towards Leviathan, still inside the wall of rock he had raised before.

At the last moment, he spun himself in a rainbow, raising one foot up high in the air and descending it as a large torrent of flame came down on the Endbringer. His overhead kick never hit though. Leviathan raised his arm quickly, jumping out of the wall and grabbing James by his legs.

I shot forward.

Leviathan was eyeing him with the utmost curiosity, like a dog before munching off his favorite bone, but I wasn't close enough. Knew that before I had even gone for it. James had overextended himself, and I couldn't protect him. I could se Leviathan starting to press his grip and it was a matter of instants before James' legs cracked under the pressure.

The boy screamed as one of his hands reached forward, finding and taking hold of one of Leviathan's fingers, if they could be called that. What followed suit was a blinding show of lights, making me lose my orientation and I unavoidably crashed against a pile of debris close to the Endbringer. As quickly as I could, I stood up and turned around.

There was James, limping on one leg as he seemed to have a hard time to stay standing, but that didn't stop him from… waving his arms. I wasn't sure what exactly he was doing, as his hands apparently took specific paths in front of his chest, and I wasn't going to inquire about it now. Whatever he had done, impressively enough, had allowed him to walk away with his legs, even if further hurt, and put somehow Leviathan a good 50 meters away from us, cowering on his four legs as the monsters had his face turned to us as a cat may have against the veterinary. The creature fidgeted, walking in a small circle in front of both of us, as if waiting for our move.

I looked back at James, spotting an annoyed expression on his face that only increased the more I waited. Looking again at the creature, I was ready to speak, ready for a quick exchange related to a simple plan of action when suddenly I wondered where Legend was. He should've been here by now, and that thought may have brought the hesitation that let James voice himself before I could, and with his words came a cold current of air, too cold for the east coast on May.

James first laughed, but there was no mirth in it as he gazed Leviathan, "I'm so close James. Please—"

"James, what did you do?" I asked before I could think. Was he talking to himself?

"James—right, I can defeat him. If we pin him down," he said, and his voice was tight, "I can still finish him."

We eyed the Leviathan as the creature stood its ground far from us, the air growing even colder as James persisted with his dance. Leviathan was probably calling a tsunami, but there was now something I knew I had to do, something essential that couldn't be ignored. I reached my armband and opened my special comms channel to cauldron.

I whispered, my head hurting just by thinking about the possibility. "Cauldron, James Flores—Master Protocol. Please advise."

A/N: Took a while. Battle ends next chapter, which will probably come this week still. I have the following three/four arcs planned, so things should start running smoother. First arc (this been somewhat a prologue) will dive into what means for James to be the Avatar in the worm world, as well as his relationships with his new found duty of saving the world. Something I feel like I should say in the beginning is that this story will have quite a few chapters outside of Brockton Bay, and a good number of OCs.