Idea
So the idea for this was based of the concept of Taylor actually dying in her locker, sort of what happens in 'Queen of Blood'. And since a vampire was already done, that set me on the path for other ideas, and I have to admit, the one that stood out the most was a Lich Taylor, a magical girl Lich Taylor. AKA the ANTI MYRRDIN!
(Cue dramatic music and thunder!)
I'm sort of loosely basing the undead Taylors power progression on Nagash from the Warhammer novels detailing his rise, how he slowly goes from vampire-esque, to mummified corpse to fragile skeleton, to almighty armored lich.
Also, sort of experimenting with a different writing style for this chapter that might or might not work, so do, please tell me how it works, if it ends up failing Ill re-write so its actually a palatable chapter.
Lich
'Hello, my name is Taylor Hebert, or rather, I suppose now its Lich.'
'Oh? You already knew that? Well. I'm not sure what you want me to say then. You have an issue with my voice? My apologies if it alarms you, but after my vocal cords decayed I'm afraid that telepathy was the only method of communication I had left. Im afraid your stuck with my voice.'
'Hmm? Ohh… So you heard about my habit of answering questions as a sort of last request, keep in mind that I wont answer questions about any weaknesses that I have, mostly because I haven't actually discovered any… But the point remains. With that said, what would you like to know? Keep in mind you are bleeding out at a rather fast pace, I estimate you have maybe 10 minutes.'
'My trigger? That seems to be a very popular question. I wonder why? Oh very well, My trigger occurred just over a year and a half ago…"
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Taylor Hebert screamed as metal cut into her, as she bled, as she died.
In some, dark, cold part of her mind, Taylor had to wonder just how her locker had this many damn spiky metal bits sharp enough to actually cut into her.
But that part of her mind was overwhelmed by the painpainpainpainpanicpainpanicpain.
And over all of that?
HATEHATEHATE
HATE
Hate for her tormentors, hate for every teacher and student who just stood by, and hate for her father for being so weak.
The last thing Taylor Hebert felt as she died was overwhelming, all encompassing and all consuming
HATE
Scene Break
Taylor Hebert gasped as awoke. Her fingers clawing at wood.
'wood? Why wood? Wasn't she still in the locker?'
Taylor was about to crow with success as her fingers managed to break through the tough wood, but then she gagged as dirt began pouring in, but Taylor persevered, she dug. She tore through the dirt as her flesh began tearing until she finally breached the surface and gasped.
She felt a single droplet of rain hit her shoulder, and then more, and more rain until a veritable deluge was pouring down as Taylor began laughing.
Until she finally opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. Her hands with corpse grey flesh, riddled with insects, yellow-white bone peeking out here and there.
And then Taylor screamed.
End
Short one. I'm thinking about doing another couple chapters of this just to round it out and so I can actually show some power use as well as the slow change of Taylors corpse like state into something much more powerful.
Tentative power ratings.
Brute 4: Undead, no pain receptors and no exhaustion so it becomes max effort all the time with now exhaustion or pain.
Thinker 4: Undead, except in the cases of Winslow and her father (at least for the moment) she can think incredibly clearly and without emotional bias, and even when it comes to those things, while easily angered she becomes hyper focused. Also has secondary 'life force' detection ability.
Blaster 4: Has limited magical blasts, can punch a hole in concrete, but are relatively slow
Shaker 2: Can detect life force through walls, can be more distracting then useful, perceives these sources as sparks that vary in size an intensity from species to species and individual to individual. (Armsmsater will have a bigger spark then Gladly.)
Also, hate Fanfictions formatting.