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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971
Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 57, Follows: 75, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024
29Chapter 23: 20
Bio-Forge Master
Chapter 20
Butcher XIV/Quarrel
"It is another dark and rainy day in Boston, and we were on the hunt. Rumors of a doctor came to the city, a cape with six arms, prowling our territory…"
"It's broad daylight, and it's not rainy."
"We heard a rumor that the cape had the balls to buy our base in Brockton Bay, with a fire burning in our gut we went out to find our prey. While we appreciate his testicular fortitude, we couldn't let that pass. And so… we needed to remind the so-called hero of the pecking order!"
"Scion's golden ass, stop it dammit! This isn't a goddamn noir flick!"
"So we shed our usual fare and drove around in our Baby, we kept to the speed limits shackles and road regulation's slavery. We wanted to keep a low profile as we scoped out the shifty doctor. We drove along for hours before we spotted him at last. Talking to the metallic Ward, while the mook Chain Man laid bloody and brutalized."
"God, we wish we could ignore you all! Stop distracting us!"
"At first blush, the cape looked like a dainty type. On the outside he looked like a normal guy with extra arms, a surprisingly plush ass, but we could see more. He must've been some sort of biotinker from the sheer amount of fuckery we could see beneath the skin. Normally we would've tried to recruit him, hell maybe take him for a roll in the sheets, but no. This doctor disrespected us in the worst way, and needed to be taught a lesson."
"We are ignoring you!"
"Eventually the PRT dogs arrived just as the doctor and the Ward finished talking, and while the grunts were taking Chain Man away, the doctor klept the villain's ride and took off. We followed along, making sure we kept our distance, and we didn't stop until the doctor did. He got off his ride and went inside one of the numerous pubs that existed in the crime-ridden city. It told us he was an outsider… if he wanted proper Boston food he would've gone to O'malies. Best seafood in the city in our opinion."
"Goddamnit, we would drink if it would shut us up…"
"Now all that was left was to sit and wait, or perhaps we could go in and grab ourselves a bite. Without our iconic costume, no one knew us from any other tom, dick, or Jane in the city. Should we do it, though, would the doctor twig onto something just ain't right about us?"
"Fucking hell…"
"Why are we entertaining this? Why should we care if the Fresh Meat catches on!? The Fresh Meat crossed us!"
They wiped the others of the Collective into a fervor, and they couldn't do anything but appease the voices. And not caring in the slightest they put on their costume before flooring it, the target the substandard pub that shouldn't even be in business in the first place!
"The Butcher is following me, why are they following me?" Which was quickly replaced by, "OH SHIT!"
It happened honestly too fast for him to physically react, though he did use his telekinesis to get as many people as possible out of the way just as a muscle car, he wasn't sure about the model or year, slammed into the building.
Everyone was screaming, and Dr. Patches hated how quickly the other Butchers went from goofy to murderous! Between the sounds of the car busting through the wall, he heard a faint explosion followed by a heavy right that left his jaw nearly shattered and his brain rattled.
And as he came under assault from the murderous cape, Dr. Patches couldn't help but realize just how out of his depth he really is. He had won all his fights thus far due to a mixture of physical superiority, ambush, and preparation. In theory, he could win against the Butcher, but in practice unless he had circumstances in his favor he couldn't.
Butcher wasn't like Alabaster or the Orchard, and it wasn't his powers that made the cape the most dangerous thing in the country. No it was experience, if each Butcher lived for eighteen years before they died and moved on to the next the cumulative amount of life experience is over two and a half centuries!
And given that most of the Butchers have been either villains or heroes, they knew how to fight and had multiple lifetimes worth of experience to refine the next Butcher. Snowball the process thirteen times, the fourteen Butcher has the cumulative fighting and experience of them all. And this Butcher learns from the mistakes of the previous Butcher, which in turn makes the cape even more dangerous.
To top it off due to the nature of their body jumping, this removes the fear of death completely. And when you do not fear death, why should you hold back? In the Butcher's case it's a win-win either way, if they win they live to fight another day, if they lose they still win because the Butcher will simply return and be even stronger!
Truly, the only reason Dr. Patches was being mostly defensive against the relentless Butcher was due to the nature of their power and his own lack of understanding. He wasn't sure if the Butcher could jump into his body, and even if he couldn't the closest cape nearby which could be Weld, or Bastion, or god forbid Noelle!
"Jesus fucking Christ, brain! That's a hell of a thing to remember suddenly!" Butcher Noelle, now that was a thing of nightmares right there! It didn't help that Noelle was barely hanging on to her humanity as it is!
Shit, the Butchers wouldn't really have to push her too hard, in all honesty.
Thankfully he is a master of Wing Chan so fighting defensively was in his favor really, however Butcher fought viciously. Their lack of the fear of death leads them to fight much more savagely and allows them to take advantage of openings in their guard. Not to mention one of the Butcher's powers essentially made him immune to pain, so no matter how many fractures or broken bones Dr. Patches inflicted he'd keep going on like nothing happened!
The Butcher would win, Dr. Patches already did the calculations. While they were about on equal terms physically speaking, they simply had far more experience fighting than Dr. Patches did. He could've leveraged his psychic powers to get the upper hand if he wasn't using all his focus to ensure the building didn't collapse!
Especially with the Butcher jumping from the ceiling and walls like they were goddamn trampolines! And the teleporting explosions certainly weren't helping in the slightest!
He didn't know if he should be mad at the owners for being cheapskates for not having the proper maintenance done. But it didn't matter either way.
But victory didn't matter, what he needed was to survive, which wouldn't be easy. He could already detect the local PRT and Protectorate moving, however he didn't count on any back up. Dr. Patches wasn't sure what sort of protocol the organizations had in place for the Butcher, but he felt rather confident that conflict that could result in the Butcher dying wasn't desired.
Clashing with the Butcher once more, catching their arms and striking back with a chain punch, with a dozen blows to the head to rattle their brain case.
The Butcher teleported away, the explosion knocking him through another wall, but what was different was the rebar that punched through him.
The pain was just enough to cause his focus to waver, resulting in the entire building caving in on him and the Butcher's car.
However, regardless of the shape the fight left him in, Dr. Patches knew the Butcher would be licking their wounds for some time. Wing Chan despite being a 'defensive' style is utterly brutal, especially when the user is superhuman!
Actually, Dr. Patches felt like he got the better end of the deal. Yeah, he's looking at severe physical trauma, pulled muscles, some ruptured organs, countless fractures, and the possibility he might have to salvage this body. But he did get a few nice souvenirs, and like hell he was going to let Butcher's… [Neural Link activated] … 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429 get scrapped, he was keeping that bitch! But no, the real prize of all this… was a single drop of blood from the Butcher.
He wasn't worried about any contaminants; he could remove them easily enough.
It all started with him examining Legacy Lived, he had already experienced transferring knowledge to Aisha through a simple transfusion. But he never really gave the thought of getting experiences from the blood of others. It was one of those intrusive thoughts that wouldn't leave you alone until you actually started to think about it. The fact that it occurred seconds before the Butcher decided to heretically use that beautiful and priceless vehicle as a projectile is inconsequential.
Who knew what sort of information he could gain from the Butcher's blood?
Now all he had to do was wait for the Protectorate or PRT to dig him out, and he couldn't really use his psychic power as he had a killer migraine currently.
Taylor Hebert/Rabbit
Sitting outside of Blackwell's office Taylor found her questioning, once again, why she even bothered even going to Winslow anymore. Outside of Ms. Knotts and Aisha, Taylor legitimately didn't like anyone here or have any friends. Closing her eyes she turned her attention inward towards her power.
Funny, the more she messed with it the more she came to realize her initial thought of it being similar to a dating simulator wasn't necessarily wrong, but it certainly wasn't right. It is certainly a simulator, during moments of peace she would often throw theoretical situations and she quickly worked out a few limitations.
The first being the simulation had to be centered around her, she tried to run one for Aisha, but it never properly worked. Leading her to realize that her power needed a focus point, something to anchor it and feed it information which in turn was fed into the simulation. Namely her, it took all the information she gained through her senses along with everything she experiences and learns, and it is fed into the simulations.
Which is odd actually, because if it relies on information she already knows and possesses, how did it help her the few times she let the Route puppet her? She didn't know how to strut or walk with confidence, and yet she did. Obviously, her power had another source of information… which led to rather worrying possibilities.
The second being the simulations are not always correct. She ran a few Routes that really wouldn't impact her. But after following the Route she realized that her power couldn't fully predict how spontaneous people can be. Her power could easily guide her through a Route to make her the Queen of Winslow but it wouldn't be able to fully simulate how people would react to it.
This discovery was actually rather a relief, as it just further enforced her desire not to use her power as a "I Win" button. That being said though it did seem to have a greater chance of success with social manipulations and talking. One day she was washing up and she ran a Route for her to say hello in perfect Traditional Chinese then she left the Route go.
She said, "Nǐ hǎo" without a hint of struggle or accent!
Shaking her head slightly she threw a scenario to her Route, "What would happen if I just left?"
The answer provided by the Route was spat out so quickly Taylor nearly blinked in surprise, only to shake her head faintly as she reviewed the Route. With some thought it wasn't really surprising, if her power was using her pre-existing knowledge to create a simulation to run it would have plenty to work with having had plenty of experience with Blackwell's incompetence, favoritism, and possible corruption.
But then again, is it really favoritism if she's being paid to cover for the PRT's pet psycho? Immediately upon thinking that she chided herself, there was more even odds that the PRT didn't actually know what Sophia got into as a civilian. There were good chances that her handler, and Taylor refused to believe that the PRT wouldn't assign her one (she did her research, before she was rebranded Shadow Stalker, she was a violent vigilante with a penchant for broadhead crossbow bolts and pinning skinheads to the wall) so she felt that there was a very good chance that the handler was sweeping everything under the rug.
Either on orders from someone not the Director or to keep their nice and cushy job, she gave it even odds either way.
Still the Route gave her a simulation, and she wasn't entirely surprised if it was completely accurate and true. Nothing would come of it, despite the fact that Taylor didn't actually do anything beyond 'turning the other cheek' it wasn't like she threw a punch or anything!
Apparently, Sophia's ego being bruised by 'the worm' breaking her records was enough to overpower her possible Bi panic to attempt to put her back in her place. Which really was stupid for Sophia. It didn't matter how well you were trained, punching someone in the face with tripled your own bone density can really end in only one way.
If nothing else, Taylor found it amusing that she could break Sophia's metacarpals by doing absolutely nothing, exposing bones were not exactly something she could hide to the PRT. Granted it might expose her as a Brute but honestly, she was, to quote Aisha, 'running out of fucks to give' at a disturbing rate.
She snorted faintly, "Metacarpals… I've been around Aisha and Fran too much." Not that she regretted a single second of being in this bizarre… polygamous relationship.
But reviewing the Route she considered her options; Taylor knew that no matter what she said or no matter how many witnesses she had the narrative would be turned against her. In truth if Taylor was a betting woman, she'd give it good odds that Sophia would try to get the PRT after her, well if her bruised pride would allow it anyway. Sophia is anything if not predictable really.
Still looking at the Route she saw that she had no way to really 'win' in this situation. She gave it good chances that Blackwall or Sophia will use this to try and make her and her father metaphorically bleed through the courts, they simply put they didn't have the money to take this to court and would have to settle out of court for a pittance again while Sophia and Blackwall would win yet again.
However, Taylor had one move left, simply stop playing the game. She already had all her journals of bullying, as well as various other dirty details (the benefit of being a social pariah, people ignored your presence completely) so really all she had to do to destroy Blackwall and Sophia was to air it all out.
To Blackwall she'd have to make sure the Board of Education caught wind of it, which she will as one of her neighbors is actually a member of said board. For Sophia however… she had something in mind, something that she gave good chances would destroy whatever delusions the 'predator' has in her sick head.
With that in mind Taylor simply grabbed her bag and got up, ignoring the glorified secretary like she always did to Taylor herself, and simply left. Honestly all she wanted right there and then was some very violent… well not hate sex. But definitely angry.
She knew Fran could take it after all.
Absent-mindedly taking out her phone, she sent a message to Aisha to tell her not to wait up for her. And of course, the lovable menace somehow caught on to her mood somehow.
[Chaos_Gremlin: Get that twinky ass babe!]
Taylor just rolled her eyes and made her way out of Winslow, no one stopped her. Even the 'security guard' they hired for cheap. After all, this is Winslow, a place where empathy and camaraderie went to die and simply put no one actually gave a shit.
"Well, I guess Fran's going to experience angry sex for the first time." Never mind it would be her first experience with it herself, she was simply too angry to care at the moment.
"Fucking Sophia, fucking Blackwell, fucking Winslow, just… fucking fuck…" Normally she was so much more eloquent, but well… she had spent a lot of time with Aisha and things were bound to rub off on her.
No, she didn't blush when she thought that.
Director Armstrong
Two Weeks Later
"Are you sure I can't talk you and your friend into joining?" Director Armstrong asked, more for formality's sake than anything else.
He wanted the two powerful capes to join, even if he and everyone else had no clue how or where the telekinetic cape even came from, but he already knew they weren't interested and insisted on remaining independent. Hell, the Telekinetic cape, Esper he called himself, said he was going to just wander the country and do tourist things!?
Though after giving it some thought Armstrong understood, a black man triggering who the Director assumed is from the Brockton Bay Area? Yeah, him traveling is a good thing.
[I Am Sorry But I Feel As If I Would Chafe Under Rules And Regulation.] Dr. Patches apologized using a Text to Speech app on his phone.
Honestly, Armstrong was amazed that the cape had even survived his scuffle with the Butcher in the first place! By all that is good and holy, the cape should be dead, or at the very least a paraplegic. The spine suffered from four severe fractures, his rib cage resembling a jigsaw puzzle, organs punctured and ruptured from rebar, severe blunt trauma, and explosive trauma!
Every one of his arms bar one was non-functional, and even then, barely. And to top it all off his skull was clearly cracked open leaving his brain exposed! Tinker bullshit or not he should've died from infections alone! But no, a team of surgeons was able to restore him… in the most basic form, under the guidance of Dr. Patches as he somehow wireless hacked into the speaker system to guide them through his wildly altered physiology!
Said medical team are still standing by their insistence that Patches wasn't a human and actually a Biotinker creation and should be contained to study. And… it would've happened if Dr. Patches' friend didn't show up and essentially excavated him using his power, easily Shaker 9 or 10 and pulled Patches out surprisingly delicately along with the car the Butcher used as well in a frankly intimidating show of control!
The cape identified himself as Esper and he was going to take the car and bike back to Brockton Bay with him when Patches was well enough to move.
Frankly? Armstrong had no problem with that, that lunatic of a cape survived a parahuman that even the Slaughterhouse avoided! In his eyes, he earned that car and whatever else. But still, Armstrong needed to make the attempt, if only so the Chief Director wouldn't get upset that he didn't.
The woman is canny as can be and can always sniff out bullshit.
"Surely you could recover here? If you joined the Protectorate, you'd have guaranteed security." Was it his best pitch? Probably not, hopefully the Chief Director wouldn't call him on it.
The cape clearly wasn't interested.
[Firm Politeness: I Have No Wish To Be Ordered Around And Bound By Red Tape. I Am Going To Help People. Nothing Is Going To Stop This. However I Will Join As An Independent Hero. As I Never Got The Chance To Register Back In The Bay.]
The tinny voice didn't portray emotion at all if not for him saying it, but Director Armstrong could almost imagine a note of irritation. Whether it was there or if he was projecting, it didn't matter. In fact, using a tablet he had with him, he checked the Independent Hero registry to see… he wasn't actually registered?
He withheld the urge to sigh, he didn't know if it was a result of Director Piggot's opinions towards parahumans or some sort of mix up, but he decided to address this oversight at once! Besides, maybe having him officially registered will lessen the Chief-Director's irritation that he didn't join the Protectorate?
"Eh, I'll consider registering." Esper said, a large African American man, said with a shrug, "He's lucky the Butcher decided to use such an amazing car as a battering ram, I'm charging him with fixing it for me as payment for exhuming him." He added with a snort, "Honestly, I might not even get involved if the Butcher didn't piss me off ruining such a nice fucking car."
[Friendly annoyance: Yes I Understand And I Will Restore The Car For You, You Are Lucky I See You As Family Asshole] Dr. Patches reported with a semi-pout, after all it was hard to really do anything when your face is practically wired together, [Serious Medical Inflection: Also I Would Like To Have A Sample Of Weld's Metal. I Maybe Have Something That Can Help Him.]
"... Well these things have a process you understand." Armstrong said.
[Resigned Acceptance: Very Well, I Felt I Should Make The Offer.] Armstrong just smiled.
But inwardly he prepared himself to deal with his fellow Directors and the Chief-Director.
Fran Moss/Dr. Patches (puppet)
He grunted in mild pain as Aisha punched him in the stomach, it was the least he could do for the scare she and Taylor experienced. Esper (another of his puppets) had arrived with Dr. Patches. It went without saying they were both furious and pissed off.
"DON'T YOU DO THIS TO US YOU FUCKER!" Aisha screamed at him as Taylor took her turn to slug him.
Fran could've defended himself by saying that he wasn't planning on the Butcher showing up, but he didn't. They both saw a video recorded by a mad lad in Boston of the 'fight' if it could be called that.
After they both hit him a few more times they both hugged him, he could feel the genuine fear they felt at the thought of him nearly dying. All he did was hug him and rub their backs to comfort them. He certainly didn't mention that if his Dr. Patches body died, he's simply move into his Fran body, something told him that would end poorly.
"Wanna stir up some shit?" Fran had just the idea of how to cheer up his girls.
"Sex?" Aisha asked.
"No, I mean… if you want." Fran said, "I was thinking of stirring up some shit on PHO."
"Yes, but don't think that means I forgive you!" Aisha retorted with a frown, which Taylor nodded along with sternly.
[Celestial Forge]
CP Gained: 300
Available CP: 1100
"Huh, well hell…"
[Celestial Forge]
Rolling…
Crystal rewiring – (200 cp) (LoSS Legend of Spyro)
Success!
Rolling…
GN:Trans-AM – (200 cp) (Gundam 00/Anno Domini)
Success!
Rolling…
Mad Biologist – (400 cp) (Archer)
"Well, okay then…"
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Topic: I Lived Bitch
In: Boards Brockton Bay
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Posted On Jan 1st 2011:
Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated and to prove it!
[PIC]
I Lived Bitch!
Memes aside I'm sure everyone has seen that video posted by that mad lad in Boston regarding the fight with the Butcher so I won't talk about it and I'll spare sharing the traumatic injuries I sustained in doing so, however dare I say I got the better end of the deal!
I got a bad ass car... that I had to give to my brother from another mother for exhuming my ass from that collapsed building, a new Indian motorcycle from some mook called Chain Boi or something along with his chain whip! So yeah, despite being very thoroughly broken I think I had a good time!
Also worry not I've got my sexy assistants to help me recover.
[PIC]
[PIC]
And believe me they weren't afraid to express their displeasure with my actions either. But rest assured I will be up and moving around in a couple days, week tops, and you all may resume simping over my ass!
And yes, I'm not oblivious to how my ass attracts attention like the gravitational pull of a planet. And it may be narrsissistic but I like it.
However you may look and not touch, unless Rabbit and Scylla give the go ahead you may touch it. Once.
Also if youre all wondering I'm currently pumped full of the good shit so I can't really feel my everything and I can taste sounds, and red sounds like pumpernickle... dats kinda weird...
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Bagrat (The Guy in the Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Honestly, no joking I'm just glad you're back and healing!
But I am curious as to why you went to Boston in the first place?
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Oh, thats because I was hired by Accord, nice guy veyr stiff though, to do some cosmetic work on his Ambassadors to stop them from triggering his murderous OCD and to heal some bones and such that didn't heal right due to regeneration
Never met the guy himself, and here I went removing all my stitiching and stuff not to trigger him
Rood
Bagrat (The Guy in the Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Thank you for the quick response and... someone get him off PHO, he needs his rest!
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Kant stop me bich
I got a brain machine!
I dont neeed my hands to shitpost!
Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
OMG
High Dr. Patches is amazing
But seriously that pic is horrifying
But still can we address the fact that the Mangler of Hookwolf is one of his nurses and that the other one is a sexy tentacle monstergirl?
Rabbit (Unverified Cape) (Verified Bunny) (Mangler of Hookwolf)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I knew this was a bad idea...
Scylla (Unverified Cape) (Verified Tentaclegirl) (Unverified Nurse)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Bullshit this is a great idea girl
Besides I haven't got a chance to show off like you
You stupid sexy bunny
Still waiting for you to squeeze my head with those glorious thighs babe
(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
oh OH before it completely slips my mind
Thanks Director Armstrong for registering me as an Independant Hero!
ArchmageEin
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
So what's up with that other cape?
He got a simple power or what?
Also fuck the Butcher for using such a fine car as a goddamn weapon!
It should be caged for that alone goddamnit!
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(Original Poster) (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Like I said Esper is my brother from another mother!
We're family dude!
He helped me out of a pinch, I helped him
We've been tight ever since!
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Think he knows Grue?
bothad
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
You racist ass!
Do you really think all black capes know each other!?
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