Lich Part 2

Taylor stared at dancing headlines on the old newspapers in front of her.

Bullied Teen dies in attack by fellow teens!

Ward Unmasks themselves in rescue attempt!

Was a Ward one of the bullies?

PRT refusing to investigate or prosecute Ward Conduct!

Sophia Hess killer?

Bullies of Locker victim get off scot-free!

Wards, Protectorate, and PRT all stand behind Sophia Hess

Taylor had to admit, she hated the fact that her tormentors got off free, but that last headline oooh, she might have despised the man, but he was still family. That the PRT were behind the cover up and exoneration of her, well, her killers. To be honest she wasn't totally sure wether or not she was actually dead were the only things distracting her from the last headline.

Father of Locker victim commits suicide

Her father was dead.

She was alone.

Taylor Anne Hebert. Was. Alone.

Her killers had escaped justice and she was alone.

Taylor couldn't keep the manic laughter from bubbling up and out her ruined throat, the sound grotesque and rasping, a sickening symphony of gargling, raspy moans that reminded Taylor of when she had been by her Grandma's bedside when she died. The sound of the old woman dying of pneumonia was the only thing that reminded of the sound she was making now.

Taylors laughter turned to sobs, sickening, wet, low, monstrously raspy things that made her cry even more.

Scene Break

Aegis looked up as he waved at the PRT officers on duty as he and Kid Win left for patrol duty, and then stopped as the doors blew in, the tour group that had just finished their tour screamed as they were showered by concrete and glass, and in the aftermath in strode a walking corpse.

Aegis shielded his eyes as the concrete showered the lobby, some of the splinters sticking into his costume.

Aegis took down his arm and then had to surprise a gag reflex that threatened to overtake him, the small corpse, yes corpse, was made up of ruined flesh with yellowed bone peeking out here and there, wrapped in stained rags that looked like the remains of a nice dress had walked in with a bone staff.

Where her eyes used to be, well, now were instead two flickering green flames that seemed to shift as they scanned over the lobby. The hiss that came out from between ruined lips and flesh sent shivers down the listening Wards spines, the long drawn last syllable rife with hatred.

"Where. Is. Hesss?"

Aegis swallowed as the bone staff the feminine corpse was holding began to flicker with green light, casting lambent shadows in every corner. When Aegis didn't respond, the living corpse stepped forward and spoke again.

"Last chance. Where. Is. HESS!?"

Scene Break

Armaster approached from the outside of the PRT building, his armor locking down and entering a stealth mode that quieted the whinging servos of his blue and white armor.

He came just in time to hear something that hit him like a punch to the gut, Aegis, audibly shaken asking,

"Are… Are you Taylor Hebert?"

And then a voice that sounded like the rotted meat slithered and slimed through the air.

"I am… Or is it was?…"

The rotten, gargling voice sounded almost confused for a brief moments before it returned stronger, and dripping with hate.

"Has she killed so many that you cannot tell? Now. Last chance, where is Hess?"

Armsmaster lunged out from behind a portion and swung his halberd for Hebert, its taser function sending crackling electricity to the blunted blade that would be non-lethal when it hit, but unless Hebert turned out to be a Brute high on the scale, she would still be down.

Not doing her any harm was the very least he owed the girl.

But the walking corpse figure seemed to feel the silent strike coming and merely held up a single hand to block the strike, and with a whap of metal hitting meat and bone, the halberd stopped dead, still spitting fat white sparks of electricity.

Armaster suppressed his bodies gag reflex and bone audibly grinded against bone and Hebert's ruined face turned to regard him.

"So, even now you protect her? After she killed me?"

Hebert seemed to crumple in on herself, and then she began fading away, before finally disappearing like the running ink of a newspaper.

Scene Break

Taylor looked over the warehouse that she had decided to set up shop in. The huge size would be needed, for her to be able to go hand to hand with the heroes, she needed her body to be tougher, and since workouts wouldn't really work anymore, artificial improvement and better gear would have to do.

Taylor let her senses expand and contract like a heartbeat, growing until they encompassed the Warehouse and almost a mile in every direction.

'Yes, this will do quite nicely'

The forges would soon be operational, and when they were, Taylor would be unstoppable, and she would have her revenge on those hated heroes.

End

Well. That turned out to be a little longer then I expected. But, Lich chapter done, might not do another one but I still kinda want to write what shed look like in full armor, but oh well.

Power ratings for Taylor now, are as follows,

Blaster 6: Gained a larger variety of 'spells', and has gotten used to the physical casting of them.

Thinker/Shaker 4: Still has the ability to see sparks as life force. (Can see them through walls and other obstacles)

Brute 6: As the 'magic' sinks into Taylors body more and more, it will become tougher and tougher until it takes a Triumvirate tier power of a physical type to deal damage to her.

Tinker 4: (Going to improve rapidly) Taylor right now is limited to her crappy staff as far as tinker gear, but once she gets her forge set up, and a steady supply of materials she will be able to smelt 'warpstone' to make her 5 master pieces that essentially confer plus threes for her in, Brute and blaster.

The real staff.

The Crown.

Full armor.

The Ring.

And the Book.

Now, two things, I think I'm done with lich unless I really feel the need for the third chapter, and a cookie for who can guess what the next chapter is from.

Next Chapter: Taylor the Grey