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She tried the front door and stepped inside.  The inside was nicer than the outside, watertight, heavily reinforced.  A feminine looking teenaged boy with a mop of dark curls stood at the other side of the building.  He had two men and a woman guarding him.

CALLED IT

Hiya, Alec, what’s up?

I mean, besides being visited by a girl who just made your soldiers kill themselves.

Also, is Alec controlling the men and the woman? And if he is, would all of him feel the effects of Newbie messing with his puppets’ emotions and be forced to act on them, or would they be mostly immune to tricks like the suicide switch because no matter how much Newbie might make them want to do something, they don’t have any control over their body to do it with?

Based on how things went with Shadow Stalker, I’m inclined to think the latter.

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She didn’t wait for them to step outside.  She did the same thing she’d done to the guards stationed outside, crushing them with despair, overwhelming them with loathing and paranoia.

It’s handy when your power’s range goes through walls.

It was only slightly faster than it had been here.  Here, there had been an enemy for the soldiers to focus their negative energies on, to distract them.

Huh. I had expected it to be the other way around since the people inside didn’t have her literally telling them what to do about it, but I suppose it makes sense that this would have a larger impact.

It was surprising how important that could be.

Yeah.

Nearly a minute passed before the fourth gunshot sounded, marking the death of the last soldier here.

From an inside perspective – like the non-soldiers’ – this must be terrifying.

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It wasn’t immediate, but their willpower wasn’t enough to stave off some of the strongest and most agonizing emotions they would have felt in their lives.  It was quick when their composure cracked, the guns flying to mouth and temple to fire.

Damn.

She could sense the others inside the building, alarmed at the gunshots, moving toward the front.

Oh yeah, maybe not the best move to make them do it so noisily? But on the other hand, Newbie doesn’t seem to be the type for stealth.

Four more soldiers and four others who stayed back.  Not soldiers.

Hmm, interesting.

If we are at Alec’s base, which is still quite unclear, then… has he gone back to his old habit of having some people to control, now that he’s not living with all the other Undersiders anymore?

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And all she wanted was a few minutes to pay a visit to hers.  She didn’t have to name that one.  He was familiar enough.  She smiled.

Hmm.

Actually, looking back, it looks like Hatchet Face got a pick and Newbie’s pick – Alec? – wasn’t mentioned. The crusader, perhaps, might’ve been Hatchet Face’s pick.

Two men sat on the steps outside the building.  She knew immediately that they were soldiers, but they weren’t official.

Coildiers?

They wore black, and they wore body armor that she hadn’t seen before.

Probably tinkertech Coil got access to somehow.

“No,” she stopped them from reaching from their guns with a mixture of doubt, apathy and anxiety.

“Uhh? I don’t know who you are and I’m a little worried, but I kinda don’t care?”

Complementing her words with a heavy surge of depression, guilt and self loathing, she ordered them, “Kill yourselves.”

Jeez, that’s harsh!

Also, the fact that she’s predominantly using the emotional manipulation to make people obey her commands makes me feel even more sure about her possible relation to Heartbreaker and Alec.

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“We don’t have time to play twenty questions,” Coil said.  “Would you rather die?”

Good question.

Would she?  She wasn’t sure.  Death was bad, but at least then she’d go on to the afterlife.  To heaven, she hoped.  Finding an answer and surviving would mean days and weeks of absolute hell, of constant pain and not being able to use her power.

This twelve year old girl is seriously considering whether death would be preferable.

Fuck you, Coil, for putting her in this situation.

“Pet,” Coil said, when she didn’t give him an immediate response, “Do it now, or you won’t get any more candy for a long while.”

AND KNOCK OFF THE PET THING

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He fished out a set of the plastic cuffs and put them around her wrists, then worked her fingers to pull the end and cinch the cuffs tight, behind her back.

“I can feel your emotions.  I know I’ve convinced you.  You leave town, and if you don’t want me paying a visit, wherever you wind up, you keep your mouth closed about tonight.

…sounds reasonable.

They don’t need to know this was all my doing.  Things get messy that way, yeah?”

He gave her limited control, and she nodded, fractionally, as if afraid to move.

Yeah… can’t blame her there.

“If I do get control again?  I won’t pull my punches.  Or my kicks.”  He tapped her foot against the back of the chair.  Her heart leaped in her chest.

Eesh.

“You can’t feel my emotions, so you’ll have to trust that I’m capable of it.  You know I’m Heartbreaker’s kid.  You know I’ve killed before.”

So he has.

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He gave her enough control to speak, but retained control of her arms, legs so she couldn’t escape, and held her diaphragm so she couldn’t draw in enough air to scream for help.

“Why?” she breathed.

Good question.

“You fucked with my teammate,” he shrugged her shoulder.

“Grue?  I-”

He didn’t let her finish.  “I dunno if I care all that much, but it’s the sort of thing I’ll do because it feels like I should.  Dunno.  There’s also the fact that you’re dangerous, and you’ve outlived your usefulness, so… unless you can give me a convincing reason.”

Regent is a damn scary guy, y’know.

“Please.”

I wonder if Sophia’s ever said that sincerely before.

But I’m also not sure if it’s going to be enough.

“Not that convincing.”  He raised one foot, then kicked the chair, hard.

It rocked, but didn’t tip over.

Phew. Still a little more time.

He chuckled lightly, feeling the confusion and the relief from his host.  It was a thrill unlike any other.  “I think I made my point.”

Oh, good, that might mean it’s time to stop this charade without any deaths. Right, Regent? …right?

She wanted to respond, but he didn’t let her.  She was bewildered, just as scared as she had been before.

“I’d like to think that you have much less reason to hang around this city than you did an hour ago.

Better to leave than hang around in this city.

Even if she hears how you were controlled by yours truly, mom’s not going to be so comfortable having you around in the future, given the dim possibility of a repeat performance.  Things are going to be awkward with Emma there, too.  Your career as a hero here isn’t looking good, either.  Eff why eye, I was telling the truth about my ability to assume total control faster, easier, if I’ve controlled someone before.”

I see. Yeaah, better GTFO from Brockton Bay. Portland’s become less attractive, too.

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“Looks bad for me, sure, but you saw the fight earlier.  It’s not like you guys are that big a threat.  Like I said, I’m arrogant that way.”

Heh.

He reached to plug the extension cord into the wall, but found it too short.  He sighed and went to unplug everything from the computer’s power bar and use that to extend the length of the cord so he could plug it in.

This is about as relatable as this scene gets, isn’t it. Coddamn cords.

He grabbed her alarm clock, stood on the chair, and plugged it into the noose.  He put her hood down, and then set the alarm clock inside her hood, blinking 12:00, 12:00, 12:00.

It’s hiiigh noon…

So what, are you going to let the alarm clock alert the rest of the family?

“Any last words?”  He slid the noose around her neck.  It was slimy with the soaps and other shit he’d poured on it.

Better make ‘em good, if he actually lets you make ‘em at all. If you repent hard enough, then maybe he’ll let you live.

Maybe.

Keeps coming back to that word, doesn’t it.

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He found moisturizers and soaps on top of the vanity.  Using them, he rubbed the end of the extension cord, making it slick.  Holding the end, he began tying it into a crude hangman’s knot.  When he failed to do it right, he used the smart phone to find a video of how to tie one, then turned the volume all the way down.

Eesh.

“Here’s the thousand dollar question,” he mused, as he began following the steps outlined in the video, putting the knot together, “Will your boss tell your mom what happened with me controlling you?  If she keeps her mouth shut, well, this paints a pretty ugly picture, doesn’t it?”

Let’s be real. If Piggot can keep this quiet, she will. The Wards getting infiltrated is bad PR.

But whether that means she won’t tell the parent of the victim what happened when the victim gets murdered is a bit more uncertain.

A tear rolled down his cheek.  He scoffed a little, blinked the tears out of her eyes.

“But if she does tell, if she lets mommy know, then shit hits the fan.  It looks pretty fucking bad for her, and if word gets out, it’s as bad as it gets for public relations.

Which is exactly why Piggot, if she does tell Mrs. Hess (or whichever name she goes by now, after parting with Steven), will do everything she can to get her to not tell anyone.

Scary, dangerous parahumans.  Not just lives at risk, but you could be controlled.  Ooooh, scary.  Nobody would ever be able to trust their coworkers or neighbors.  It’s the kind of stuff they want to keep quiet.”

Oh, absolutely.