Chaotic Clusterfuck 22 (Patreon)

A/N: Happy Independence Day. For US of A and the Phillipines. 

Commissioned by Definitely Not Dio

Chaotic Clusterfuck

Chapter 22

-VB-

“Fucking Coil,” Lisa muttered to herself. 

As soon as the xeno troop transport started getting downed, he had ideas about what he wanted out of this disaster-turned-victory. Within minutes of the first transport falling out of the sky, he had called her and told her to go to the southernmost downed transport and get him the “element zero” that the Batarians used in their technology. 

Testing out Alan Marris and his hired parahumans.

Number of employed parahumans unknown.

Coil is cautious of Alan Marris.

Using the Undersiders to determine set policies, moralities, and firepower Marris can bring at the height of preparedness. 

Lisa grumbled. 

Coil was essentially sending them to poke an already enraged hornet nest. Worse, when the rest of the Undersiders learned about how much he was prepared to pay them ($1,250,000 to the team for completing the job), they were more than happy to go and complete what was a “simple” smash and grab.

Her protests fell on deaf ears. 

She was sooo close to calling it quits right then and there, damn the consequences.

The bastard knew just how dangerous Alan Marris was. He and his unlisted parahuman corp made up literally over 90% of all parahumans in the bay! Just because she couldn’t dig the information out so far because whoever Alan Marris hired to make that fucked up anti-Thinker field didn’t mean he could sacrifice them for information! 

Lisa grunted as Brutus jumped a bit higher than he’s been running so far and landed with a stomach-lurching thud on the asphalt road. She grimaced as the giant monster dog let out a bark but quickly followed after Angelica, one of the three monster dogs Bitch fielded for this op, because Bitch was riding Angelica and shouted, “stop!” at him. 

“Where do we go?” Brian, who she was sitting behind, asked through the earpiece. 

“Through 131st Street!” she shouted.

Bitch shouted something and the dogs changed direction sharply.

They wove in and out of the cars, ignored the screaming civilians who still hadn’t left the area even after all of the fighting, shooting, and exploding. She noticed a sign saying Graham Road as the dogs ran past a store, which meant that they were getting close to where the downed transport was near Marris’s “territory.”

Lisa snorted. It was funny how the group with the most territory in the city was not only a newcomer but a civilian who was neither a hero or villain. 

The dogs skidded to a stop and barked loudly, snapping her out of brief thoughts. She looked around and then froze. They had just arrived at the center of a large intersection of some two avenues, and the troop transport was on the other side of the intersection, having crashed into one of the multi-story brick buildings at the corner of the street. There were some embers here and there.

But what made her freeze was who stood here.

Or rather who she couldn’t see standing there. 

She turned her head around slowly, her eyes scanning the ground and then looking up at the some of the people peeping out of their windows. 

23 … 39 … 

“Guys,” she spoke up as Alec was about to get off of Judas. 

Bitch sniffed around and saw nothing wrong. 

But Lisa did.

There were way too many footprints.

53 … 64 … 77 …

Cold sweat and goosebumps broke out all over her body.

Brian obviously noticed something wrong with how she froze and stopped getting off. Then he looked around. It was taking him long because he couldn’t see. Why would he be able to?

“Guys!” she shouted this time, and both Bitch and Alec turned to her.

“What has your spandex britches squeezing, Tats?” Alec drawled as he started approaching the troop transport.

“Stop, you’re going to die if you get any closer!” she shrieked at him. “Ghost is everywhere!” 

“Ghost? What the hel -?” Alec muttered before his brain caught on. “Mon dieu. Really? Where?” he asked excitedly. 

“The ground!” 

Brian finally caught on.

“Footprints everywhere,” he muttered to himself and she felt him stiffen.

There were footprints everywhere in pairs. 

She couldn’t tell immediately but her power caught on.

100 … 104 … 

“There’s so many of them here…” she muttered in horror. 

Then the pairs of footprints, which weren’t footprints, shifted, turning toward them.

Alec and Bitch caught on, and they backed up immediately. 

“Oh, okay, well, shit,” Alec laughed nervously. “We’re … we’re literally in the middle of a haunted street, aren’t we?”

Yes, yes, they were. 

Then one of those footprint pairs walked over to one of the smoking debris on the ground, and stood close by as if … to …

A chill ran up her spine when the smokes parted around the invisible form of the Ghost.

Selective permeance. Ghosts can selectively choose what material affects them. Not Manton Limited. 

Clawed hands. Perfect for -.

Though her power rattled on and on with a sort of robotic excitement she wasn’t used to, she couldn’t focus on it because all she saw in front of her was a headless man. 

Her power then screeched to a halt as a baritone laughter rang in her head as the blurred out face of Alan Marris showed up when her power reached too far. 

She winced and almost curled up as her power rebounded and gave her a killer headache.

“... I think we got the message!” Brian suddenly and loudly proclaimed. “We’ll go.”

The Ghosts made no move.

“Bitch, we’re leaving,” he hissed, and the normally confrontational girl nodded. She sharply whistled, and the dogs turned around to leave. 

Lisa watched everything happen around her as her heart pounded inside her chest. 

Alec hurried to get on and succeeded just as the dogs took off running. 

Today … today was one of the worst days of her cape life. 

-VB-

Well, I just let the Undersiders go.

Normally, an insert like myself would be lusting after that freckled blonde’s pussy, but I’ve been inspecting her for some time. 

And I concluded rather quickly that it wasn’t going to work out, period. 

Maybe if I had been a Stranger with “quiet” anti-Thinker power, then I might have been able to help her get off during sex. But her power? That thing was really vile about how it triggered all sorts of emotions from her. Hell, I was half-convinced that it hated sex because that was time away from the computer and other sources of information. Sex was also a repetitive stream of information that the Shard found no joy in.

Which was objectively sad.

Even though I was desperate right now for more girls to love, I wasn’t going to drag Lisa into my mansion. No, that would be cruel to her when she would never be able to enjoy it. And I wasn’t Panacea, who would be able to remove her corona pollentia and help her feel euphoria. 

But none of those were options, and I certainly won’t be able to get help from Panacea to make another girl feel good. 

Probably.

… Nah, it wasn’t going to happen, not unless something ridiculous happened. 

But I was sure that I would find more girls sooner or later.