Alright so instead of having her trigger event in January, the bullies ended up shoving her down a flight of stairs then instead, Taylor ended breaking her wrist, but it was a similar situation: Danny found out about the bullying, bullies ended up not getting in trouble for a lack of evidence but the school paid the hospital bill. Her trigger event takes place on April 8th 2011 in this story because if she got 3 months of training in she'd be freaking OP. Well, more OP.

Chapter 3

Taylor spent the rest of the weekend attempting to use more types of her magic. She tried shooting the electricity that she had formed out at targets, but she didn't have very much control over it when she wasn't actively forming it. Also whenever she did manage to give it enough power to shoot and hit her target, the ground was always charred and crispy looking. Not great for the non-lethal takedown that she was looking for.

She could probably add electricity to a sword attack as she swung, but with Gehaburn that idea seemed kind of pointless since Taylor hadn't found anything in the boat graveyard that Gehaburn couldn't cut through when she was actively trying. It seemed like a waste of magic to practice that when she could be trying other new things that worked.

Taylor had a bit more luck when she tried using ice magic. She could consistently freeze her target until it would frost over, and if she froze small amounts of water near her then she could use them as projectiles. They only hit with maybe the power of a punch, but they could still be useful for small time criminals.

Taylor wanted to spend more time practicing her magic but it was already Sunday evening and she was starting to run low on energy. She didn't want anyone to try to attack her and be caught helpless. Sure she still carried her pepper spray around with her, but being able to electrocute or freeze someone at will was a better option than just having pepper spray.

Taylor started walking towards to bus stop, only making a detour to duck into an alley when no one was looking and taking off her domino mask. This had been a productive day, but it was the end of the weekend. That meant that school was coming up tomorrow. I can defend myself against them now, but would that be an abuse of my power? Taylor sighed to herself, even if I did use my power to defend myself against them would I be able to be subtle enough that they didn't notice?

Taylor continued trying to think of ways to avoid Sophia, Emma, and Madison. She could always just leave or apply to Arcadia, but the waiting list for Arcadia was obscenely long and as tempting as it sounded she didn't think that she could get away with not going to high school.

I was a guardian and leader, it's not like I needed to go to Winslow for those two career paths. Okay, maybe if I planned on being a leader again. Again? Why did she have the feeling of -…

"Stop 12" the voice said over the intercom interrupting Taylor's train of thought.

Taylor got off the bus and started lightly jogging toward her home.

Taylor walked inside her house, "I'm home Dad!" she said as she closed the door. She glanced at the clock, it was 7:28.

"Taylor, you're back!" He paused for a second and looked at me with a reluctant look on his face, "Look honey, we need to talk."

"Um, sure Dad, can it wait until after dinner though? I'm kind of sweaty from going out jogging."

"I uh … sure Taylor, we can talk then."

"Alright Dad…" she gave Danny an inquisitive glance before mentally shrugging and heading upstairs.

After Taylor's nice, toasty warm shower, she grabbed her pajamas which consisted of a too large t-shirt and pajama bottoms, and came downstairs.

Her Dad already had the Hamburger helper he had fixed for them ready and they sat down to eat it.

"Taylor, I'm worried about you… the school called earlier and they said something about a locker that had been sliced open and had bloody ta-, well blood on inside of it. Now you're vanishing all weekend? You haven't joined a gang right, you know you can always talk to me, or -"

"Dad." Taylor interrupted Danny, "I'm fine, better than fine, I just got started on a fitness kick this weekend."

"And the locker?"

"Sophia, Emma, and Madison tried shoving me in it." Taylor mumbled, "though I got lucky though and a um, new cape let me out."

"A new cape? What cape was passing through a school?"

"Uh, she didn't say her name but she seemed really nice" as Taylor said that a memory of a small girl with purple hair and two gamepad shaped hairclips suddenly came to minds forefront, "She uh, had purple hair though."

"Taylor, I'm here for you if you ever need to talk."

"I'm fine dad really, I got out right?" Taylor said, feeling a bit guilty for lying to her Dad's face. At least he didn't seem to notice yet. "Well, thanks for dinner Dad, I'm going to go to bed now alright, it's been a long day."

Danny looked disappointed but that was alright. As long as he was safe and not directly involved then everything would be fine.

Besides, she was doing this for his own good.

I won't let him die for me too.

Monday, the eleventh of April came far too soon for Taylor's tastes.

Sophia stared at Taylor as they passed in the hallway. Taylor stared angrily right back. I stood up to Arfoire, you're nothing compared to her! Taylor thought furiously to herself. Wait, who was Arfoire? Why did she have the memory of facing down a demonic looking one eyed deity? Taylor's sudden puzzling train of thought must have shown on her face somewhat as Sophia snorted and pushed past her. With her break gauge, Taylor barely even noticed the collision.

Whatever, she could figure out what the creepy memories meant later, she was almost late for class.

She walked into Mr. Gladly's classroom with two minutes to spare. The fact that Madison was in this class with her and yet did nothing but smirk in her direction a little bit made Taylor more nervous than stupid juvenile pranks would have.

After class though Mr. Gladly called out to her "Taylor, Principal Blackwell wanted to see you in her office."

Taylor glanced suspiciously at Madison who, sure enough, was smirking. "Did she say why?"

"No but I'd hurry up I were you."

Taylor sighed and left for Blackwell's office. Once she got there Blackwell called out to her.

"Ah you're here, good. Now listen, this is about the locker that we have reports of you vandalizing and destroying."

"M-me destroying? Sophia, Madison, and Emma shoved me in that locker, it's sheer luck that I got out at all!"

"Right, so you admit it was you who destroyed the locker?"

Taylor getting annoyed with this whole stupid situation, but remembered the story she had told her Dad, of being rescued rather than triggering, "N-no, it was a cape with purple hair who managed to free me."

"Of course, and do you have any evidence of this 'cape who rescued you'?"

"What's that supposed to imply?!" Taylor nearly shouted.

"Calm down Ms. Hebert, we have reports of your careless and destructive behavior, and we've recently been getting reports of you bullying others."

Emma, Taylor realized. "What the hell, I've been submitting those forms for over a year now, and they broke my wrist back in January! Why on Earth would you listen to them over me?!"

"They, unlike you Ms. Hebert, have had evidence and witnesses instead of empty accusations. The reaction you're having now does not help your case either."

"Uh huh, right." Taylor said gritting her teeth, "So why did you call me up here again?"

Principal Blackwell stiffened slightly but continued on anyway, "Since you were the one who broke the locker, it is clear who should be the one to pay the bill."

"What?!"

"Since it is clear that you have no evidence of this alleged cape that rescued you, you are the only one who can be seen as responsible."

"I see." Taylor said, holding herself back from summoning Gehaburn to her hand. "However since there is no physical proof against me either we'll have to leave it at that, won't we?" Taylor asked hypothetically before leaving the office and ignoring whatever Blackwell was sputtering as she walked out.

She walked out the front entrance of the school before severity of what had just happened struck her, "Crap, I can't go back there after that." Taylor mumbled to herself before snorting slightly, "Well I guess I got my wish of never wanting to return there. I'm done here, I'll figure out another way to get my GED."

Then she started walking back home, already planning to go out on a patrol as a cape tonight to blow off some steam.