“Lift!” Sierra grunted.

Oh hell yes.

Sierra (or Charlotte) POV? I am so here for this.

The tightness in her back was reminder enough to use her legs to rise to a standing position.

Alright, definitely Sierra. Hell yes.

Her hands were blistered and every knuckle was scraped or bruised.  They were carrying a door, torn from its hinges; the peeling paint, the worn wood, and the weight of their burden made it less than comfortable to hold.

So are they working on the shelter? Or maybe other repairs in Skitter’s territory?

…are we going to see Sierra receive the news that the Nine have retreated?

She held one end of the door.  Jay was at the opposite end, his back to the man who was draped over it.  She wanted to ask Jay to hold the other end; she doubted looking down at the figure as he carried the makeshift stretcher would even bother him.

…oh.

Well that would explain why the door was so heavy.

Is the man alive?

But she didn’t ask.  She couldn’t spare the breath.  They’d been working so long already, it was easier to forge ahead than to stop for any reason.

Despite being a lazy sack of potatoes sometimes, I know the feel.

Still, her silence meant she was faced with the corpse of the man who had once lived here.

Hey, guys, I think the man might not be alive.

I didn’t have high hopes for that.

Once upon a time, he’d had parents, had a first day at school, had made friends, even had a crush on someone.  He had probably worked.  He’d had things he loved about life, no doubt, and if he was living here, he probably had more than enough things about life that he’d hated.

A life cut short.

Whoever he’d been, he was another one of Mannequin’s victims now.  Not quite so disturbing as the ones killed by Burnscar.

I suppose Mannequin didn’t do much fancy stuff with most of his victims. Especially the gassing victims wouldn’t have many outward marks. But Burnscar? Charred remains still look just human enough to be very disturbing, I’d guess.

He didn’t have a wallet on him, so he was a John Doe for now.

Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun…

This arc in dramatic irony: you posting that “Rivers Run Red” song several chapters before all the water in Brockton Bay turns red.

ahahaha oh my cod i did

Unfortunately I don’t think this red-run river is going to keep Amy safe behind the stone.

Prey 14.6

thriller, thriller night… la la lalala la la, lala… beast about to strike… thriller, thriller night… la la lalala la la, lala… thing with forty eyes, girl…

Oh, hi! Sorry, didn’t see you there. Maybe I should get some extra eyes of my own.

So. Last time Weld and Skitter worked together to take on Mannequin and to a lesser extent Crawler. Neither of them are properly defeated yet, though now at least the other heroes have joined the fray. But Crawler’s coming to fuck them up.

I think this chapter is going to be very much a direct continuation of the last chapter, a part 2 of the Mannequin/Crawler battle (with more focus on Crawler). Eventually we might also make it to the second barrage of bombs. I wonder, will Taylor have to figure that out by seeing the heroes withdraw, or if someone who recognizes that Skitter doesn’t deserve to get blown to smithereens – Weld or Legend, I’m thinking – will show the courtesy of warning her, and maybe even help her get out of the blast zone. Or maybe she’ll have to find out the hard way.

I’m definitely hoping for the second option. I like both Legend and Weld for being genuinely good guys, and I’d like them to keep that up. I think Legend is still distracted by Siberian, but Weld at least ought to warn Taylor– fuck, I just remembered, Legend is probably still the only one who knows about the second wave before Piggot orders the retreat, isn’t he. Damn it.

Well. Guess it’s gonna be time to dance at some point.

For now, though, let’s jump in and try to do something about Crawler!

Through my swarm, I could feel Tattletale waving.  Grue hadn’t swamped her in darkness, so there was nothing hampering her progress.  What did she want?

I just waved
to say “I love you” 🎵

I just waved
to say how much I care 🎶

More to the point, how the hell were we supposed to communicate?  I reached a block ahead of her and formed my bugs into a word.  ‘WHAT?’

“I can’t hear you, there’s too much noise!”

“WHAT?”

“I said I can’t hear you, there’s too much noise!”

“WHAT?”

She tapped her hand to her eye, then to the top of her head.

“I h(e)ad…”

“Mind’s eye”

“She has an eye on top of her head!”

Again, I formed my bugs into a word.  ‘WHAT?’

She tapped her head a few more times.

If it’s as simple as that Siberian forgot they had a roof window open… Nah, Taylor would’ve noticed that while sweeping the truck.

I was disappointed that a girl with superpowered intuition couldn’t come up with a better signal.  What did she want?  Eyes could mean see, head could be about thinking?  Her power?

Or your power. Who the fuck knows.

“Look at her head”?

She reached back over Trickster’s shoulder with one hand while holding the reins with the other.  My bugs had to settle on her finger to follow her gesture.  Pointing?  She was pointing behind him.  At Sundancer.

What about her?

I suppose they could trap Siberian inside the sun, but they’d just be forced to wait it out. Jumping off the truck to do anything about it would mean death.

Eyes, brain, Sundancer.

“I have a bright idea!”

“Let’s blind them even more and cook their brain!”

Honestly I have no idea what she’s trying to say so I’m just throwing out joke answers at this point.

She wanted to see, to use her power, to use Sundancer?

How? I mean, I’m not surprised to see Sundancer become relevant to this mission after her usefulness was questioned last chapter, but what exactly do you have in mind, Lisa?

Tattletale was waving now.  The opposite of a beckoning gesture.  A scooping motion, as if to push us away.

“Back off, we’re going to throw a miniature sun into the fray.”

Still no clue what the eye and the head taps were about, but this part seems fairly straight-forward.

She wanted us to go away?  To get back?  She wanted to deploy Sundancer’s power.  That made sense.  And she wanted to be sure we were out of the line of fire?  She could only do that if she saw us, and she could only use her power if she could follow what was going on.

Sounds about right.

From my seat behind Grue, I steered Sirius around another corner, then brought us up behind Tattletale’s group.  We gradually caught up.

“Hey, Tattle! You really need to get better at signaling!”

The stuffed animal pushed the door open and walked into the cafeteria.

Heya!

The room darkened as it passed in front of a window.

Well, Bonesaw ought to notice it soon enough.

Please don’t notice it.

“I’ve got a regular mod for your amygdala, to make sure you behave, and a frame I implant to your skeleton and heart to help control you, make you stronger, more durable.

Huh, she genuinely isn’t noticing it.

Fair enough. She is focused on her craft right now.

I figure we’ll try to go for a cosmetic shift.  I have to say I admire this armor, so why not let take that to the logical conclusion?  We’ll give you an exoskeleton.  It’d be awesome.

Sure, makes sense!

Compound eyes, claws.  We’ll see how far we can go.  Won’t that be fun?”

Let’s see how far we’ve come! Let’s see how far we’ve come! 🎶

Best to keep quiet for now.  Rebuild, re-establish myself as leader of my territory, then raise the topic.

Fair enough. Coil really knows how to keep people working for him.

Whatever happened, I needed his respect.

We turned our attention to our captive.  She had raised her hands above her head in a surrender position, despite the hole in her shoulder.

To the tune of Imagine Dragons’ “Believer”:

Hey
You teared me down and I became your captive
Never acted
Hey

Like a slave until the chains were active
That’s your tactic  
Heyyyy

Are you proud of what you gave?

 
I guess there wasn’t a better
WAY

You teared me down and I became your captive
Your captive

(source video, contains major spoilers for the MLP audio drama Remembrance and MLP:FiM itself)