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F/MMulti

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Parahumans Series - Wildbow

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Victoria Dallon/ MCMissy Biron (aged up)/ MCRachel Lindt/ MCAisha Laborn (aged up)/ MCAmy Dallon/ MCFemale OC's/ MCRune (Aged up)/ MC

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IncestViolenceSexMurderStrong powerMultiple powersRacismStrong to StrongerPre-LeviHaremOC MCHeroMCWellSortofaHeroAUishRacistMC1stPersonPOVMore and More Smut as the story goes onPlot is a Suggestion

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Published:2025-01-04Updated:2025-07-05Words:272,813Chapters:31/?Comments:41Kudos:161Bookmarks:78Hits:26,707

A New Dawn Rises

ElConquistador04

Chapter 2: New Beginnings

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Date: April 23 2011

Making my way down the well-lit and moderately well-maintained corridor of my apartment building's topmost floor I stopped in front of the second to last door. A small metal plate engraved with the number 124 Stared back at me as I fumbled for the keys in my pocket, my hands still a bit shaky from the day's earlier activities.

With a sigh I finally managed to get the door open, my subconscious hurry doing me no favors with the doors annoyingly touchy lock. Making my way past the entry way I shut and locked the door and then proceeded to flip my light switch. It was an activity so routine that it was barely worth mentioning, which was probably why I was thinking about it, my mind trying to escape from the panic and apprehension that had occupied my entire journey home.

I made my way to my apartment's small living room, slumping down onto my worn blue recliner with a long sigh. My headache continued throbbing away as I slowly rubbed circles on my temple trying to ease the pain as I truly tried to unpack the day's events.

I was a parahuman now. I'd figured that much out on the walk home; it was what that meant for the future that really mattered. My life was going to change, and that change would most certainly be drastic. Sure, I could try to continue living how I'd been living up till now, but just the idle thought of returning to the workforce with boring, ordinary people felt wrong. I was going to become a cape, it was just the truth of it, I couldn't settle for mediocrity any longer than I already had, and triggering was really the last straw. But what sort of cape did I want to be?

Hero or Villain? They both had their appeals. On one hand being a hero was tempting, all that influence and fame would certainly be nice, and it would also probably drastically improve my sex life, but I hoped the winds of change would affect that no matter what I picked. Now on the other hand I could become some sort of villain, robbing banks? Selling illegal substances? I was less opposed to it from a moral standpoint than I should have been, murder may make me a bit queasy but I'm sure I'd get used to it in time; really the kicker for me were the existing gangs. The Empire being a group of nazi pretenders lost in the fantasy that they hadn't lost the war, the ABB, being a group of disorganized Orientals under the leadership of a power mad dragon, and finally the Merchants what was there even to say?

I couldn't see myself meshing well with any of the three gangs, between incompetent leadership to one of the gangs only accepting yellow skinned individuals there wasn't much to write home about, and while being an independent villain was always an option, it just didn't sound like a good idea.

Brockton Bay just wasn't a good place for independent capes, and while that went for both heroes and villains, I think the latter would suffer the worst of it. I'd have to think about it more, I wasn't quite ready to make my mind up quite yet.

Date: April 24 2011

I wasn't awake till the first few mouthfuls of coffee had already been gulped down, the warm liquid returning me to the land of the living as I went about making my breakfast. I wasn't a morning person, never had been and I doubt I ever will be but I decided circumstances as they were I probably needed to get a jump on the day, so I had set my alarm clock forward and doomed my future self to the most miserable part of the day.

The sizzle of fresh bacon took the edge off my morning funk as I slowly added a few more strips to the pan.

A night's sleep had won out against my sudden onset migraine, and with a clear head I was more capable of long term, and hopefully good, decision making. I knew I wanted to join the cape scene, to some degree but before I joined the fray, I needed to figure out what my power was.

The toast I had started a while ago popped and drew me away from the stove, of course any power testing would have to come after I ate my breakfast.

Plating my food I say to eat, my old wood chair grinding on the tile floor as I scooted forward, a bit too far I came to realize as I bumped the table and sent my fork skittering off my plate towards the floor.

My hand darted out to catch it but was a hair too slow, and it carried on with its downward descent I without much thought willed it to STOP. The world ground to a halt, the fork pausing its fall a foot off the floor and the ambient sound I always heard from the street and nearby apartments ceased.

I reached out and snatched my utensil from the air and twirled it in my hand, a smile splitting my face as I unfreeze the world around me, I could get used to this.

Date: April 24, 2011

With my morning routine mostly finished up and my blinds thoroughly drawn and closed I began testing my power, though it was, if I'm being honest with myself, mostly just playing.

I had, after some trial and error, ruled out what I had originally thought my power was. I had originally thought I was moving fast, but after a closer examination it was more like the world was moving slow. The rest of the world wasn't stopping, the apple I was currently watching slowly fall to the floor was proof of that. But I didn't particularly mind that I couldn't stop time because this already seemed quite strong.

From the last half an hour of on and off use I figured out several very interesting things, one, I could adjust how slowed my surroundings became. I had been trying to stop everything up till now, so my power had been responding by slowing everything to its utmost, but that had the drawback of consuming more energy, leading to the headaches I had experienced yesterday when I overused it.

Focusing my mind for a moment I sped the world back up, the apple now falling at about half its normal rate as opposed to it inching through the air as it had done prior. Then with a kick I sent it flying across my apartment, followed by me switching it back to nearly motionlessness as I jogged over and plucked it from the air, the applications for my power swimming through my head as I went to repeat the process.

Sometime later and with the beginning of a headache starting to form I made another useful discovery. My phone worked at normal speed as long as I held it even when I had my power on full blast it still seemed to work fine, though all the Wi-Fi and cellular were unresponsive it didn't really matter to me, it was what it represented that piqued my interest. Would a gun be able to fire even in my time dilation? Sure, the bullet wouldn't travel far, assuming a gun could fire, but I could still fire it and move away.

My power was shaping up to be better than I could ever hope, if it wasn't for the time constraints on long periods of use it would be perfect. With a power this strong did I even need to join a team? I could probably go it alone, after all if I couldn't win a fight, I could probably just run from it. Grounding myself in reality before I started imaging world domination and harems of scantily clad women, I started going over the short list of constraints I had found in my testing.

First being that I could only keep my Slowing affect up for a minute at most without at least flipping it off for a few seconds to give my head a rest, the second being the slower I made the surrounding area the longer I had to wait between uses lest I give myself another head splitting migraine. And the third problem I noticed was that my fine control and the amount of effect I had on the surrounding area lessened as the overuse headaches re-manifested themselves.

I had a nagging feeling I could improve on those things, lessening my powers drawbacks through repeated use was just something I was almost sure I could do, and I'm equally unsure on how I know it.

Deciding to quit before I exhaust myself further, I return to my trusty recliner, flicking my old tv on with a press of a button as I recline my chair back, Surfing channels with one hand as I bring my apple shaped power practice aid to my mouth.

My teeth crunch through the only slightly bruised skin as I fill between channels. Weather? No. Football? Eh. Overused reality tv show? No thank you. Local news? What's the... Oh.

On the screen in front of me I could see a familiar five story brick building, two reporters standing in front of the video feed, A well-dressed middle aged man on the right and a young but certainly attractive woman on the left.

"What you're seeing here folks is the aftermath of yesterday's tragic battle, reports estimate over 80 casualties with more being reported almost every hour."

"That's right Jim." The female reporter cut in, sitting up marginally in her chair and clearing her throat. "At around 5:34 yesterday afternoon a confrontation erupted on 16th street, between Armsmaster, a local PRT cape and Hookwolf, a infamous member of one of the city's local… ahem 'gangs'. The situation escalated from there as their fight led to the collapse of the Johnson Resources firm pictured here. She took a pause, her co-host soon filling in the silence.

The green screen behind them played a short video of Armsmaster and Hookwolf fighting down the street and eventually into the office building when Armsmaster was propelled through what looked like the building's main entryway.

"Sadly, it appears that most workers were still in the building at the time of the attack, and we expect the fatalities to only increase as the scene is searched and excavated. Several videos from nearby bystanders show the two capes escaping the collapse, with the villain appearing to have escaped before further PRT reinforcements could arrive."

Video continues to play behind the duo, a familiar large metallic wolf making its way down the street going towards what looked like the commercial district.

"While unable to capture the escaping perpetrator, Armsmaster was able to save several people from the wreckage, a few minutes later Miss Militia arrived on the scene along with a dozen PRT troops securing the area and helping with civilian evacuation."

My eyes darted across the screen looking for even a glimpse of my face on any of the provided footage. I was drawn back to the reporting duo, a mention of a birdcage sentence or other forms of punishment for the involved villain being mentioned, mostly I paid attention to the video behind them, hoping beyond hope I wasn't in frame.

A few minutes later the program ended, and the tension bled out of me as I leaned back in my chair.

I was so caught up in my new superpowers that I had almost forgotten how I'd got them, and what would have happened if I was shown on camera using them. Luckily I didn't see myself in any shot, the collapsing buildings rubble and dust obscuring much of the footage's ground coverage. While it looked like my first tv cape appearance was luckily being put on hold I was still unsettled by the whole affair, mostly bothered by the fact that I'd gotten so caught up in my own power that I'd forgotten the world around me, a mistake I hoped to not replicate going forward.

With my earlier good mood substantially dampened I started to think about things I would need if I planned to join the cape scene, which I still certainly did. Possible tv appearances would be less of a problem once I had acquired a mask after all. I would need to get a costume put together and maybe pick up a few weapons or pieces of equipment that would aid me in whatever sort of cape work I decided to get myself into.

I left my apartment not long after, causally smiling and waving as one of my neighbors passed me in the hall, a young black woman probably in her early twenties with her arms full of brown paper bags, I think her name was Sarah though I wouldn't bet on it. While she did live right down the hall from me we had only spoken a handful of times at most, we honestly were barely acquainted but it never hurt to be friendly to a pretty face. She smiled back giving me a casual greeting as she walked past. I watched her arrive at her apartment, three doors down from mine, the number 121 adorning the door.

I was about to continue on my way when I was stopped by the sight that was unfolding in front of her door. Sarah was attempting to balance her large bag of what appeared to be groceries with one hand as she began to fumble with her door.

My eyes glanced down at her denim clad ass, and the long lithe legs that held it up, she certainly wasn't hard on the eyes. Her crop top clad chest suddenly bounced and I took in the situation that was unfolding. Her hand must have slipped as she had nearly dropped her grocery sack as she struggled to get her keys out of her tight pocket, cursing quietly under her breath as she continued to struggle. Well this was just pathetic.

I returned my attention back to more appropriate areas and cleared my throat as I moved forward to assist her.

"You need any help with that, Sarah?" I had to hope that I had her name right as I gave her my best smile.

She must have thought I had left after our prior greeting because hearing my voice led her to dropping the bag completely.

A minor flex of my power was all it took to let me catch the bag with hardly any exertion, slowing it by just enough that I could catch it without it looking suspicious.

"Let me hold that for you." Her momentary scare seemed to have passed and what must have been embarrassment took its place as her eyes met mine as she responded.

"Oh…. Ah Edward, thank you so much, that would be wonderful." I could tell she struggled a bit with my name, failing to hide that she'd probably forgotten it from the handful of times we had chatted, I made sure not to point that out, no need to fluster the woman further.

"It happens to everyone, lord knows how many times I've struggled with my door." A casual glance at her front revealed a small golden cross shaped necklace resting between her perky tits, religious was she? Well it wouldn't hurt to pretend, would it?

She had finally managed to retrieve her key while I held her groceries, unlocking the door without much fanfare and turning back to me to relieve me of my temporary burden. I handed them to her without much hassle, her hand lingering slightly on my own as she pulled the bag from my grip.

"That was so kind of you, I got your name right didn't I?" She smiled at me and leaned against her door, holding it open but not obviously in a hurry to leave.

"Got it in one, can't blame you for not being sure about it though, I haven't been the most neighborly, have I?" She was quick to respond

"No no, you've been fine. I've just had a busy couple of months with work, still I should have tried to talk to you more often, it's not everyday I meet someone so helpful in the bay." She had to adjust her arms under the sack she held, the weight probably not being the most comfortable thing to support for a more in-depth conversation.

"Well we should correct that mistake shouldn't we? Here let me give you my number so I can give you a call when I'm in less of a hurry, and when you don't have an arm full of groceries?" She gave me a grin as she told me her number, quickly entering it into my phone as I continued back on my way; while she was definitely worth the time I did still have stuff planned for the day after all. Time to collect some costume pieces.

Date: April 24, 2011

Ding Ding

The shop's door rang once again as I exited through it, left hand now grasping the handles of a heavy plastic bag. A black motorcycle helmet with its dark tinted visor rested on top of the rest of the sport biking outfit. While I had first set out to find some sort of mask for my costume, I had soon come to realize that the only mask I was going to be able to easily get was an out of season Halloween mask. There's lots of indignities I would be willing to suffer to live out my cape fantasies, but wearing a rubber gorilla mask wasn't one of them.

While the helmet had cost a fair bit more than what I had been expecting to pay for a mask, it still wasn't my main expense, that was the padded outfit beneath it, where did that bitch off a store manager get off thinking that 650 dollars was a reasonable price for a full body suit of padded pleather? Sure, I bought it, but I didn't have to like it. While muttering curses about the falling value of the American dollar I made my way down to what I planned to be my last stop on this shopping trip, a small army navy store that would hopefully have more reasonable prices.

When the online description mentioned it was on 'the edge of the docks' I had hoped that meant it wouldn't be deep enough that I'd have to come near any ABB members, that was too much to ask wasn't it? I had been cutting through an alley, my phone having told me that it was the shortest route to the store.

"Watchaa doin in our territory whitey?"

I hadn't seen him till he was almost on top of me, a dumpster having blocked my view of the man. The man in question being of medium build, tattoos snaked up his neck from under his shirt, a look at his face showed me he was obviously asian. The red and green outfit he wore clearly marked what sort of organization he belonged to, his aggression towards me plain to see as he slowly approached.

"I was just going home." I figured if I could avoid unnecessary conflict in the middle of the day it would be for the best, but the angry chink seemed to have other ideas.

"Yeah goin home are yah? What have you got in that bag? Why don't you hand it over so I can have a look?" He was closing in on me as he spoke, and dug down in his pocket as if he was grasping onto something.

I wasnt a fucking idiot, the last thing id be doing was handing over my newly purchased gear to some upjumped gangbanger.

"I don't think that's a good idea, and now I'm pretty sure we are done here, isn't that right?" The ABB member, having now come within feet of me, had to look up to meet my eyes, the average built man coming up to my chin. From what I could tell with a glance the obvious height difference seemed to only make him angrier and I could tell he had come to the conclusion that I wasn't going to hand my bag over willingly.

His right hand, which had been in his pocket up till now was pulled free and along with it came a small switchblade, blade flicking opening as he brandished it at me as if it was some shocking trump card.

"You're going to hand me that bag white boy before I decide to yah regret coming to our area!" I simply raised my eyebrow at him, setting my bag down as he squared off against me.

If I had not triggered yesterday I probably would have handed the bag over by now, pride folding to preserve my own survival, after all a couple hundred bucks wasn't worth dying for, but now? I didnt fucking get powers only to cower before some squint eyed prick, I planned to go out on patrol latter, I wouldnt bother even thinking about doing that if I was afraid of some goon.

Activating my power and slowing the world around me to a hopefully not to noticeable degree, I swung my clinched fist forward, stepping into range of his knife long before he could react, planting my hand into his throat. I could feel something move in his neck upon impact, I figured that should probably be enough so I didn't bother throwing a second punch.

reverting the area around me back to normal I watched him with unsympathetic eyes as the knife fell from his hand, hands moving to clutch at his throat as he stumbled back letting out light gasps for air, obviously struggling to breath.

Thinking back I had honestly not been in that many fights, sure a couple highschool brawls and scraps, but never anything serious; my martial skill went about as far as knowing how to throw a nasty right hook, but that didn't seem to matter anymore because now I could just cheat. With the world moving so slowly it wasn't hard to aim for someone's neck, especially when you can catch them off guard with how fast you can move, though looking at the writhing man, I realized I might have made a mistake.

The muscled asians struggle was slowing, his legs now only lightly kicking as his face started to change color, hands which had been grasping at his neck starting to go limp. Shit.

I approached and bent over, with a closer look I was able to tell that I may have underestimated my own strength or more specifically the effect of my power on my own strength. His neck was dented in, The flesh around it already starting to change to a reddish tint. His eyes were now glossy staring ahead at nothing and his motions seemed to have stilled, I think I may have killed him.

It was with a sinking feeling that I looked side to side, confirming that I was indeed alone with my new problem. Luckily our altercation had occurred in a relatively long alley way, the dumpster and other rubbish giving a decent amount of cover from the more busy street I had crossed through here from. Another glance showed a lack of security cameras, the brick and concrete walls of the two buildings adorned in spray paint and nothing else.

My stomach felt a bit queasy but I think it was more an issue of stress than a crushing feeling of guilt. I tried to draw my mind away from introspection and to the present, the much more real problem of a dead gangster ranking higher on my own list of priorities than trying to figure out what I should feel about an accidental murder.

Grasping him by his feet I dragged him behind the dumpster, I then proceeded to frisk his pockets as I debated on what the fuck I needed to do.

I soon Found and emptied his wallet of its monetary contents, 300 dollars in only slightly stained bills coming away and into my pocket, I quickly moved on.

This needed to look like anything other than a cape murder, the last thing I needed was more attention being shown to new arrivals in the cape scene because they figured one of them had killed this ABB thug, they would be right, but I still would definitely prefer if they didn't know.

Hardening my heart I used a torn newspaper to hold the dead man's knife, winding it back and with a little bit of resistance stabbing it down into his chest. The wet noise was probably the worst part of the whole thing. Watching the blade I saw and felt that it had stopped part way in, hitting something hard I would guess it was a rib though I wasn't sure. I went for another stab, this time getting the knife to stay hilt deep, a bloody rose bloomed on his chest around the knife lodged in it. I stepped away figuring this was enough to hopefully make this not look like a cape killing. I wanted his cause of death to be a bit murkier; the knife would probably draw attention away from his wound throat at least that was what I was going for.

My stomach kept churning, the act of stabbing the corpse had definitely made me a bit queasy but I powered through, stamping that feeling down, I couldn't afford to vomit, not now.

To finish it off I dragged several nearby trash bags on top of the corpse, once again hoping to delay and obscure the discovery and investigation of the murder.

After checking to make sure none of his blood had gotten on my hands or clothing I picked up my bag and exited the alley, trying to be as casual about the whole affair as possible. Walking a few more hundred feet I let out a long sigh, my stomach may have settled back down but I was still worrying about the whole thing. It wouldn't be until I was shopping in the store that had gotten me into this whole mess that I was starting to actually calm down.

By now I was several blocks from the crime scene, and the body was hopefully hours from discovery; but still I worried, and I didn't think I'd stop worrying till I was back at my apartment with at least a couple miles between me and that damned alley.

Staring at the case full of large Combat knives I habitually scratched my chin, running my thumb along it and feeling the stubble there I realized I had forgotten to shave; that was probably the biggest travesty of the day. I nearly chuckled at my own unvoiced joke as I continued to view the knife case, it really had been a hell of a couple days, hadn't it? I needed to stay out of trouble… hell who was I kidding I should know that isn't possible, not with my luck.

———————-

Date: April 24, 2011

I left ABB territory without any further problems, returning to my apartment with all of my cape shopping done, at least for now.

Arriving back in front of my building much more tired than when I left it I made my way inside. Deciding to take a short detour before I sequester myself back in my lair I go to check my mail. Fishing the key out of my pocket, I turn the lock, and hearing a click, blindly reach my hand in and feel around till I grasp its contents.

Two envelopes reveal themselves to my eyes, one, a bill, being immediately set to the side, while the other…. A silver and gold filigree covered rectangle stared back at me, A large cursive 'C' was embossed onto the front of the envelope in wax, acting as both an identification and a seal. I had never in all my life seen such a gaudy and almost blatantly pretentious letter, if I wasn't so baffled on why it had made its way into my mailbox I would almost be impressed.

Tucking both envelopes into my bag as I decided to figure out what was going on latter, I made my way up to my apartment, the minute long elevator ride was punctuated by the upbeat music playing through the crackly speaker, taking what could have been a pleasantly silent ride into just another annoyance. Getting off the elevator I made my way back to my door, the hallway was thankfully empty, I wasn't terribly in the mood for socializing and was honestly thankful for the reprieve.

I got the door open in one click and slipped inside, the day's events, which had been like an invisible weight on my shoulder lifting as I found myself back in what I considered safety. Returning to my oh so familiar recliner I sat down to think, casually running a pale hand through my short blonde locks as I finally relaxed.

I killed a man. It was as simple as that, and while unintentional and arguably in defense that gangster was still dead under a pile of garbage bags with his own knife lodged in his chest.

I continued to stroke my own hair, rubbing circles into the back of my head while still deep in thought, as weird as some might think I honestly wasn't that bothered by it. Id always assumed as most people do that taking another life would be hard, but the truth of it was it is incredibly easy. Stabbing him had been more upsetting than the murder in of itself, and the worry and panic about possibly being caught in the act had been the actual worst part of it.

I shook myself out of my stupor and, deciding not to dwell further on my accident, went over to my fridge to start making an early dinner. After all, I did plan to go on my first caped crusade tonight, didn't I?

Date: April 24, 2011

Ding

I was just sitting down at my dining room table to eat the chicken topped salad I'd thrown together when my phone loudly dinged. I gave my phone which rested next to me on my table a glance, I shrugged and picked my fork up, deciding to Ignore it in favor of eating my food while my chicken was still warm.

Ding

I really should change my text alert to something less annoying, shouldn't I? I decided that my nice warm chicken would have to languish a little longer as I set my fork down and reached for my phone. Entering my pin with practiced ease, I looked at the text alert on the top of my screen. Little Sis was the label on the text messages. I smiled slightly as I opened my texting app, at least it was someone worth interrupting my dinner for

>'Big brother you haven't texted me in three days, are you alright? I thought you promised you'd always text at least once every couple days!'

>'Are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?'

I smiled as I read her texts, my sister sure was needy wasn't she? I'd only known her for about two years, she probably knew the exact date not that I'd ever asked, I wasn't willing to admit I forgot it would probably upset her. I had been so busy the last two days dealing with my new power that texting her had completely slipped my mind, it honestly made me feel a bit guilty, it seemed to be a power only she possessed.

>'Sorry Evelyn, I've been so busy with work lately that I forgot our promise. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?'

I was a little bit of a push over when it came to her, I'd always wanted a sibling and low and behold one came out of the woodwork to find me. A couple seconds after my text was sent I had already gotten a response, Evelyn's texting was quick as ever, though she claimed it was just because she was so excited to talk to me.

>'Eddie!!!! I thought you had grown tired of talking to me, is this a bad time, are you with someone right now,?'

>'No, I'm currently alone, it just took me a while to get to my phone.'

>'I'll believe you this time big brother, so did you get it?'

I stared at her message for a second, what did she mean, get it? I had a silent revelation as my eyes glanced over to the other side of the table, and the gaudy envelope resting on it, Ah.

>'would you happen to be referring to a gold and silver envelope?'

>'Of course, so are you coming?'

>'Well I haven't actually gotten the chance to read it yet, what even is it?'

>'It's an invitation to a party we are throwing at my house! You know I had to do a lot to get momma to put you on the guest list, so you have to come.'

>'Well I'm going to be pretty busy throughout this next week so I'll have to see if I can make it'

I knew I may have made a mistake when it took her several moments to respond.

>'Well luckily it's not happening till the fifth of may, so you will have plenty of time to clear your schedule. Besides you owe me, remember when you promised to take me out to the movies but couldn't make it. You told me that you'd make it up to me, and this is what I want, I haven't seen you in person since you took me to the zoo, I've missed you Eddie.'

This girl, I couldn't say no to her. How was I supposed to explain that I planned to spend the next few weeks working on my powers and caped persona? I couldn't, and no excuse I made was going to be good enough for Evelyn when she really wanted something, at least not when she wanted something when it was related to my time.

>'All right, I promise to come to your party, what's it about anyway, is it a family event or something?'

>'I'll leave that for you to find out when you read the invitation, I'll be getting out of your hair now, I can tell you are busy right now, your responses are shorter than they usually are, are you eating dinner? This is earlier than when you normally eat dinner.'

>'Yeah I was about to eat dinner when you texted, how did you know anyway?'

>'It's easier to get you to agree to things when you are waiting to eat food. Anyway, love you bunches ttyl Eddie ♥️♥️♥️'

>'Love you too Eve, you know sometimes you're too smart for your own good.'

>'I know you don't really mean that, you love me too much!'

>'Your right, but don't push your luck sis, or I'll have to punish you'

All I got in response was a thumbs up, this girl was actively trying to give me gray hairs.

Closing my phone and rubbing my face with my other hand I went about eating my now cold dinner, chewing as I thought over what she had just gotten me to agree to, what kind of house party had such a fancy invitation? My curiosity got the better of me, so setting my dinner aside once again I opened up the envelope that had been sitting across from me.

Pulling the card out of the envelope I read the big cursive script that ran across its top.

Edward Bell, You have been cordially invited to the annual Protectorate fundraising ball.

You have got to be shitting me.

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