JP - Justifiable Violence at MegaCorp Scum
Delilah looked at the busybody and shot the phone before they could make the call. “You report this and I’ll be the least of your worries, buddy.” She growled in his face and walked back to the helicopter.
Frisk got into the helicopter. “We should send some tracking metas here. I know Klaire already knows Canestone’s scent.”
“She’s made sure other tracking metas know it, too.” Delilah said as she buckled up and they headed back. “That girl always thinks ahead, it seems.”
“Yeah… Do any of them have Bronte’s scent?” Frisk asked, worried about the guy. He mostly quietly kept to himself.
“A few,” Delilah replied. “I had him make sure they knew in case he got into trouble…”
“I never thought Bronte would ever get into trouble.” Frisk said. “He keeps to himself. He doesn’t even involve himself with the Underground much.”
“That’s the thing about metas, though…” Delilah said with a sad expression on her face. “Metas seem to be magnets for trouble, even when they avoid it.”
“Yeah.” Frisk sighed. “Tzeitel had helped capture him while she was still in MegaCorp… Drained her powers to do it, it was the day before she ran into Canestone. From what Tzeitel told me it was all unnecessary, he was relieved to be collared and get the voices out of his head.”
“That’s just how it is for some of them…” Delilah just hid her face in her hands.
“Fuck MegaCorp.” Frisk looked at her phone, trying to find any clues through her channels. “Oh shit, a girl turned up at this hospital. Naked, obviously SAed, tortured, and the letters GCS burned into her right bicep- a Canestone survivor- or survived a clone. We need to see her.”
Delilah nodded and ordered the pilot where to go. They would soon arrive…
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The girl tried to speak but could hardly whisper. She was given some paper and a pencil and managed to write a little about who she was, what had happened to her, who did it to her, before she was taken for surgery. She was still under anesthesia when men in MegaCorp uniforms were in the hospital demanding to take her despite her not being a meta.
“How about no,” Delilah snapped as she swung a fire extinguisher at one of the MegaCorp men’s heads, sending him falling to the floor. The doctor they had been threatening just watched and grimaced. “You don’t need to help him, sir.” The blond chimed as she kicked the other man square between the legs. “Fuck you, MegaCorp scum!”
Frisk checked on the girl as Delilah committed justifiable violence against the MegaCorp bastards. She had been through hell but had already received more advanced care than Tzeitel had in this condition. Frisk skimmed her chart, determining that the girl could be moved to another location. She thought she would be safer in the Meta Underground than the hospital.
Delilah stomped on the first man’s crotch before going over to Frisk and the girl. “Want to get her to the underground?” She asked, dusting herself off and looking over the poor girl. “I want to rip that bastard into tiny pieces…”
“MegaCorp should have killed him on sight and destroyed him. Not cloned him.” Frisk hated seeing someone else suffering like Tzeitel had. “Yeah, let's get her out of here.”
Delilah helped Frisk with getting the girl out, having the small crew she brought help them along the way. The hospital could not stop them even if they tried.
Frisk had her secured in the helicopter. She gently removed the bandage over her arm to expose the GCS brand, it was identical to the one on Tzeitel. “I want to find those that cloned that sick twisted bastard and kill them.” Frisk said before putting a new bandage on her.
“We will,” Delilah replied, glaring out at the world as the helicopter got them away from the hospital. “I’m determined to…”
The girl whimpered softly as she started to come-to.
“No one should go through this, except the twisted bastards that are responsible for this.” Frisk offered Delilah the girl’s chart.
Delilah looked over the chart, disgust soon on her face as she handed it back. “Yeah..”
“Some bastard at MegaCorp is probably happy that their experiment is acting just like the original. From what I can tell from her chart, that clone recreated how he tortured Tzeitel in every detail.” Frisk said. “I hope Tzeitel is staying close to her friends now. She has already been struggling with relapsing, learning that Canestone was cloned was a hard blow on her. Learning that there are two clones and that at least one of the clones is doing this sort of stuff…”
“Colt is with her,” Delilah said. “And we know how much he still loves her. No matter what, he’ll protect her, even if it costs his life…” She remembered the last time he had been in Leimomi’s office. He’d asked Frisk and Delilah to be there where he finally broke down about how his relationship with Feng failed and his feelings for Tzeitel. It was the first time the two women had seen the wind user cry.
He was ashamed of himself. It was why he chose to keep a close watch over Tzeitel from afar again.
Frisk felt bad for Colt, she knew Tzeitel did not feel the same way about him. “He’s a good friend.”
The girl was waking up. She whimpered again.
“Yes, he is,” Delilah said and looked at the girl. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe…”
The girl tried to speak, but her throat was too raw. She looked at the two women and where she was. It was not a hospital. Frisk found a pad of paper and a pen for her. ‘Where am I?’ The girl wrote.
“On a helicopter heading to a safe place,” Delilah answered after looking at the paper.
‘Where are you taking me?’ The girl asked, alarmed. Was she hurt too badly for the first hospital to handle?
"To the Meta Underground for your protection. MegaCorp seems to be after you, miss." Delilah kept her voice as kind and gentle as possible.
The girl looked confused and more afraid. ‘I’m not a meta. The man who did this to me was a meta.’
“We’re aware of that,” Delilah replied. “But we are also aware of the fact that MegaCorp is up to something. They might suspect you of being pregnant, which means they would just take the baby and let you die. We’re not going to let that happen to you, miss.”