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PREVIOUSLY ON BRAVE NEW WORLD:
As Monica Montoya, also known as QUAKE, had her adventure, our original
heroine Charlie Harkins, also known as ARACHNYA, was having this one...
***
When did it happen? When did I, the spider-powered teenage daughter who
hasn't really gotten along with her mother since the moment she became
the spider-powered teenage daughter become her mother's messenger? When?
Why was I standing in front of the precinct, about to walk inside and
tell my dad that Mom was angry with him for staying at work late, when I
knew exactly why he was staying late, and so did she, if she would just
read a freaking newspaper every once in awhile. If for no other reason
than to congratulate her daughter on the excellent pictures she was
taking for the Brigade!
But, alas, there I was, about to walk in the door when, lo and behold,
Dad walks out anyway. Behind him are Detective Montoya, Frank's a-hole
cousin Colin, and the girl who bumped into me at school the other day,
Quake herself. I didn't let on like I knew it at the time, but even with
the haircut and dye, I could still tell it was her. She hadn't done
anything wrong in the past three weeks, so I assumed she was on the
straight and narrow, now.
I folded my arms under my breasts. "Mom's pissed at you again, Dad," I
said to my bewildered father.
He walked up to me and set his hands on my shoulders, in a reassuring
sort of I'll comfort ya, kid way, despite the fact that I didn't really
need comforting. "What is it this time? Did I leave my aftershave in the
shower again?"
I shook my head. "Something about working late for the third night in a
row."
He sighed. "Look, kiddo, I'll duke it out with your mother when I get
home tonight. Right now, I have to get going."
I looked back over at the group he walked out with. "Where are you
going?" I asked.
"Sorry, sweetie." He tapped my press badge, already hanging from around
neck for work. "Not something I can tell a distinguished member of the
Brigade."
I sighed. "Just because I've helped out on a few stories doesn't mean
I'm a reporter, I'm still just a photographer."
"Still. I can't tell you, it's offical police business."
"Including your old partner, Frank's cousin, and Quake?"
"Look, snookums, just get to work, okay? I'm sure this'll end up in the
news at some point. Whatever the hell it is we're gonna find at where
ever we're going is likely to come out to the press or something. Just
be patient, okay?"
I noticed that Quake looked over at Detective Montoya, and then
Detective Montoya looked away from her. I wondered what that was all
about. Were they related? They looked kind of similar, like they could
be aunt and niece, or maybe cousins. Still, I wondered what that
look/look away thing was about.
I sighed, then said, "Okay, Dad. See ya when you get home." I gave him a
hug, and noticed once again that Quake looked very uncomfortable. After
that, I turned, walked away, and ducked into an alley. I pulled out my
phone and called Ms. Adamsen. "Hey, Ms. Adamsen, is it okay if I skip
work today? I'm feeling a little crampy."
"Okay, Charlie. I can get Timmy to help me. If it's that bad that you've
gotta skip work, you should stay somewhere cool, though. This heat
probably makes that period pain feel like torture."
I nervously laughed. "Yeah. I hope I'm feeling better tomorrow. Bye." I
hung up, after that. It wasn't a total lie. This was my first period,
but it wasn't as horrible as Cindy and Frank were trying to lead me to
believe it was. I'm sure they were joking about it. I reached into my
backpack and slipped into my costume. Time to follow the coppers.
The majority of their trip to where ever the hell they were going was in
the city, and near some of the taller buildings. It was pretty easy to
stay out of their sight. When we got into the more countryside-like
roads, it started getting trickier. Thankfully, there were plenty of
trees to hide behind, otherwise I would've had to turn back and actually
wait for Dad to tell me some other time. That just wasn't happening.
They arrived, and then I arrived, at this big creppy house on
Westmoreland Avenue. I waited until they each entered the house before I
hopped onto the walls and looked for a window that overlooked where they
were. It didn't take long, but long enough for me to see that a woman
confined to a wheelchair and the decent-looking guy that pushed her
around had entered the room. I stuck my ear to the window to listen to
what they were saying.
The woman spoke in a weird Stephen Hawking-like voice. "Welcome, all of
you. I apologize for not getting up or shaking hands."
Dad was the first to talk to her: "I assume you're the woman who called
the kids to you?"
Called the kids? How? This woman didn't seem to be capable of moving a
pinky, how did she call them? Telepathy? Actually, now that there are
people with super powers out there, that actually could be how she
called them. Wait, why didn't she call me?! I'm a teenager with super
powers, too!
The woman answered, "Yes, I am. My name is Erica Morris. You are Captain
Henry Harkins, your daughter is Charlotte Harkins, who calls herself
Arachnya."
Oh, hey, she knows me. Granted, cameramen catch glimpses of me for TV
news all the time, plus people my 'name' is getting spread around pretty
quickly. Then there's that possibility that she could have telepathy,
so, why not? She may have read my mind when I was asleep. Okay, that
seems pretty damn creepy.
Dad nodded to her. "I am. Gotta tell you, though, the voice thing is a
little creepy."
Good work, Dad. Glad to know my apple didn't fall far from your tree.
The woman's voice synthesizer let out the most disturbing approximation
of laughter that I hope I never, ever hear again. "I understand,
Captain. It has taken me all three weeks since the Event to get used to
it."
Quake spoke up, this time, "You mean, you weren't like this before you
were a Chosen?"
Mr. Handsome (I'm not ashamed to admit I'm starting to get attracted to
guys; granted, I'm mainly sticking to Tim, because he's actually a
pretty nice guy, but this is a story for another place and time)
answered, "Ms. Morris' gift left her this way. She almost instantly
reached out to me so that she could have a sort-of liason with everyone
else."
"Thank you, Brandon. Do not be alarmed, Monica. It is something very
easy to get used to."
Monica. So that was Quake's real name. Monica. Monica, Monica, Monica...
Oh, yeah! She's in my calculus class. Monica Montoya. So she's probably
Detective Montoya's niece, since I know she doesn't have any kids.
Frank's dumbass cousin, Colin asked, "Why'd you call us here, anyway?"
Mr. Handsome Brandon turned the woman's chair toward Colin slightly. "I
prefer to explain that when everyone is here. I do not wish to repeat
myself too often. You can understand why." After that, she looked up,
toward me. I ducked out of sight, but still did my best to listen in.
"There are still two more on the way."
Two more? Who could the two more be, if I wasn't one of them? Great, I'm
a third wheel before the other two even show up. Or is that fifth wheel?
I always get those so confused.
***
I waited, and I waited, and I waited, and nothing happened. Well, at
least until Dad walked out of the house and answered his phone. After
that, he burst back into the house shouting something about a bank
robbery, and then he and Detective Montoya rushed out to the car.
Neither Colin or Quake followed them, but I didn't want to wait around
forever to see what was going on. I followed my dad.
It didn't take long to find the bank once I made it back into the city.
There were dozens of cops around it, and smoke billowing out of an
opening in the wall. I decided to open up a vent shaft and slip in that
way.
I spotted Guardian beating up on a guy in the bank vault and decided not
to help. He looked like he had everything under control. Instead, I
moved on a little further and found myself in the middle of a weird
situation. Angel was standing there watching this man in white and a
woman in a black dress and cape, who were standing over a woman in skin-
tight black leather. I don't know how she wore that without feeling
extremely uncomfortable. Granted, I've been female for three weeks, this
woman could have been female her whole life.
The man in white walked up to the woman in black, who was kneeling over
the woman in leather. "Terror," he said, "let her go. She's had it.
Guardian's taking care of the other one, we've done our job."
The woman - Terror, apparently - stood up. "Alright. She's not much fun,
anyway." She then waved her hand, and, well, nothing happened. Nothing
that I could see, anyway. Maybe something did happen, I don't know.
Either way, the man and the woman walked into the vault to help
Guardian.
The woman in leather stood up and looked over at Angel, That was when I
found out that Leather Woman was, in fact, Ms. Nasty Russian-American
Bitch! She bamfed over to Angel and, of course, a fight ensued. Angel
did quite a good job dodging Ms. NRAB's attacks, then decided to throw
it in her face by saying, "I'm not much of a fighter, but I can hold my
own." Then, almost annoyingly, Ms. NRAB decided to get the drop on her
and drop her, by leg sweeping her.
I lowered myself on a webline while Ms. NRAB bamfed over to a gun lying
on the floor, picked it up, and then bamfed back over to Angel. Just as
she was about to pull the trigger, I shot a web at the gun and yanked it
out of her hand. She turned to me and I imagine she scowled under that
ski mask she was wearing.
"Aw, did you miss me?" I asked, my tone playful. "Oh, and silly me, I
forgot to bring a chew toy!" I made a small ball out of webbing and
threw it at Ms. NRAB's face. She went down like I'd thrown a rock at her
head. "My God, didn't your master teach you any good tricks? Fetch was
the first thing I ever taught my dogs!"
Guardian, White Suit Man and Black Dress Woman all brought out whoever
the hell it was that Guardian was beating up. Angel had picked herself
back up at some point, and didn't look too hurt, just a little scuffed
up. Guardian picked up Ms. NRAB and we all walked out of the bank and
were greeted by the not-so-smiling face of my dad.
"So," he said, "everything settled?" He jerked his thumb to the mass of
cops running around doing things. "Ever think to let the uniformed
police officers do their jobs?"
I slid back behind everybody else, away from the accusing eyes of Dad.
He was damn good at that. Guardian was the first to speak, "I'm sorry,
Captain Harkins. The police hadn't arrived by the time I did, so I took
it upon myself to help."
Dad acknowledged White Suit Man and Black Dress Woman. "And what about
Penn and Teller over there?"
White Suit Man answered, "Sorry, officer. You can call me Blackhole, and
this," he waved his hand toward Black Dress Woman, "is Terror. We're a
team act."
"Uh-huh." He turned to me, now. Oooooh, boy. "And you?"
I stammered, "I'm... um..." and then I jumped up, shot out a webline and
said, "Late for something important!" as I swung away from the scene. I
needed to get away from Dad, otherwise I might accidentally out myself
as Captain Harkins' teenage daughter. Not his fault, I was just really
frickin' nervous.
***
I swapped out my Arachnya outfit for my normal clothes, and grateful for
it, too. It was kinda hot in that costume. I pulled my camera and my
press badge out of my backpack and walked into the Brigade to head to
work, like I told Dad I was doing a while ago. Good work, Charlie, you
lied to your dad, screwed up a police operation and now -
"Charlie! C'mon!" Ms. Adamsen said, grabbing me by the arm, "You're late
for work, and we need to get out to a crime scene and interview people
right now!"
I sighed. Great. Right back to where I really needed to be away from.
Thanks, boss. Actually, why the hell did I show up at work? I told Ms.
Adamsen that I was cramping, why did I even go to the Brigade anyway?
***
I walked home in silence, not even talking to Timmy, despite the fact
that he walked me home. I thanked him when we got my apartment building,
but other than that, no words. Good work treating your boyfriend like
crap, Charlie. You're doing everything right today.
Mom was the only one in the living room when I got up to the seventh
floor. She wasn't exactly happy with me. Guess she saw it on the news. I
just sighed, didn't say anything, and walked into my bedroom. I didn't
even wait for Dad to get home, I just got ready for bed and laid down
with the lights off. I was feeling really down.
So, of course, Dad just walked into my room and sat down beside my bed.
Didn't even turn the lights on. I just laid there, didn't say anything
to him.
"I know you're awake, Charlie, you don't have to pretend to be asleep,"
he said. He still didn't turn the lights on. I didn't mind. "Okay, don't
talk. Just listen." He propped his feet up on my bed. "When I set off
for that house on Westmoreland, I told you to get to work. I didn't tell
you to follow us and listen in on a conversation you weren't invited
to."
I turned to face him, even in the dark. Still didn't say anything.
"I understand why you showed up at the bank, that's just the choice you
made when you decided to be Arachnya, I'm not mad at you about that,
even though your mother is. I just want to know why you disobeyed me and
follwed me to that mansion."
I sighed. "I... was curious."
"Curious?"
"Yeah. Curious. I didn't understand why a bunch of kids my age with
super powers were being called to that house when I wasn't."
"Look, sweetie, sometimes, it's not about you."
I rolled my eyes. "I know that, Dad. When I saw Quake, I thought it was
some sort of rehabilitation thing, but then I saw Colin, and I knew he
hadn't robbed a bank since this all started, so I wanted to know what
those specific kids were being called for."
He leaned back. "It's... well... Sweetie, I'm starting to get grateful
for all those comic movies you dragged me to, it's an X-Men sort of
thing."
I sat up. "Wait, Stephen Hawking's wife is a telepath?"
He nodded. "Stephen Hawking...? um... Yeah, she's a telepath. Obviously,
there's something you've got that those kids don't, and she wants to
help them find it." He patted me on the head. "Be happy, honey, you're a
more complete Chosen than they are." He stood up and walked to the door.
"Oh, and next time I tell you to go to work, Go. To. Work."
I smiled. "Okay, Daddy." He smiled back at me, then he left the room.
Y'know, now that I think of it, I don't know how the hell we each saw
that, the lights were off the whole time.
Either way, after a crappy afternoon and an evening of crap, I went to
sleep a much happier person.
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