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Published:2024-12-10Updated:2025-07-19Words:141,038Chapters:33/?Comments:132Kudos:451Bookmarks:159Hits:29,480
Amelia Fulminate
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Chapter 5: Þ - Greetings 1.5
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Þ - Greetings 1.5
ƸÏƷ1.5
(Late at night, November 9th/10th, 2010)
Oh boy. Hospitals. Everybody loves hospitals, everybody except Amy. She didn't like hospitals. Every day she visited two hospitals, one after school, and another late at night. It was said that her healing was above and beyond what it was before. That Panacea would go to a hospital and rip through her waiting list like a metaphorical chainsaw. And it was true. She did that, again and again, everyday, twice on school days.
Fuuuuuck, she needed coffee, and biscuits, and a hug. Where was Vicky when she needed her? A soft beep notified Amy that her coffee was ready. She poured the kettle out into two separate paper cups, filling both all the way. The break room in Trinity Community Hospital was much like other break rooms Amy had seen. The floors were a lame blue patterned carpet, the walls and ceiling both plain white. Unlike much of the hospital, the break room was not blindingly bright from fluorescent lights, which Amy was thankful for.
There were a few nurses on break with her, but they were less willing to drink coffee so late at night. What time was it again? 1am? Amy flicked her wrist to check her watch. 1:46am, ugh, she still had to get herself home after this, and she had school tomorrow. Amy wished Panacea was less needed, but she was. Every single day someone would die without Panacea, so every single day Amy went out to help where she could.
On a good day Amy could heal 300 people, if the bay had a population of approximately 350,000 that would mean that she could only heal 0.08% of the city per day. It was better than the 0.01% she could do before, but she just knew that it wasn't enough. She was barely making a scratch.
Amy picked up one of the coffees and chugged it down in a single go. The burning would taste like chalk in the morning, but it took her thoughts off of her inevitable failure.
"Damn," It took Amy a second to parse the noise that she'd just heard. Turning around, she saw that it was one of the nurses who'd said it. Amy grabbed her second cup of coffee and sipped it in a more normal manner as she stared at the young woman. "Do you even plan on sleeping tonight?" the nurse asked as Amy tossed her first cup into the trash.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Sleep is for cowards, but yes. I have school in-" She checked her watch again, and did some quick maths. "Three hundred and seventy two minutes."
"So we're all cowards then," the nurse stated, face filled with bemusement. Amy just continued to sip her coffee, as she moved to sit on the old brown couch that the nurse was at. "I'm Kora by the way."
"Amy," she greeted. "You work the night shift here often?"
"Yup, five days a week. We've actually talked before, as in during the past few weeks, not… y'know," Kora said, fumbling slightly. The girl scratched at her cheek absentmindedly.
Amy guessed that made sense. This hospital was on the smaller end of those she frequented, so it was likely she'd exchanged a few words with most of the staff by this point. "Hm, yeah, I've been getting that a lot." she responded.
Kora looked away from Amy, focusing on the small TV in front of the couch. "You know, everybody here really looks up to you. You're an inspiration,"
"No pressure," Amy replied, then finished the last of her coffee. That'd be enough to hold her over until she got back home. Just thinking about it made her sleepy, but she fought the feeling off, she had to get home at the very least. With great force of will, Amy lifted herself from the couch, standing up on rigid legs that wanted nothing more than to be asleep at near 2am on a Wednesday.
It wasn't quite snowing yet, but the air when Amy made her way outside was somewhere in the 40's. Amy didn't have the energy to make her own way home safely, but she knew a bus stop that was only a short walk away. Unfortunately the wait was rather long, and coupled with the length of the ride and the walk home, Amy didn't get home until after 2:30.
That was fine. She'd live, unlike everyone who died that night because she chose to sleep.
Like a fucking coward.
ƸÏƷ1.5
(Sunday afternoon, November 14th, 2010)
Echoes of a piano flitted through Amy's ears, mostly Ghibli music. It was great for Tinkering, really helped get her head into the zone. Normally when one would think of Tinkering they'd picture a dark workshop and a person wearing goggles as they fiddled with some unknowable gizmo. That wasn't what Amy's Tinkering looked like. She was crouched down on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, the lights were on, and the window was open so that she could have fresh air.
Around her there were a few cubes of biomass, they were all a leafy green colour, and their waxy exteriors kept water in and maintenance low. Kazumi was coming along quite nicely. The cat was splayed before her, ribs and skin opened up so that Amy could see her work with her own two eyes. She could alter just fine with only her touch viewer ability thing, but actually Tinkering — coming up with new ideas and inspiration — was easier if she could see her subject with her eyes.
The door to her room was locked, obviously. She didn't want people to just stumble in, teenage girls needed privacy after all. Especially when they were doing personal stuff, like masturbating, or Biotinkering. There were probably other examples, but Amy was too focused on optimising Kazumi-chan's digestive tract to a ridiculous degree to think of any more off the top of her head.
Though, the digestive tract did not exist in a vacuum. At a certain point Amy got everything running so hard and fast that the rest of Kazumi's body couldn't keep up. So, to compensate, Amy had to increase the cat's temperature resistance and regulation to match what the digestive systems were putting off. Then she needed to come up with a better way of storing all the energy that her kitten would be able to strip from her food. If she just used high density fat cells Kazumi would become morbidly obese, and Amy's time working in American hospitals meant that she'd already seen enough obesity for three lifetimes.
It was in the middle of figuring out which high energy compound to use instead of body fat that Amy heard something strange. At first she thought that the dull roar was part of her music, but she paused the music and it didn't stop growing louder. It was mostly coming from her window… because it was a siren. The siren levelled out in volume for a couple of seconds, then went silent.
Amy'd heard that siren only once before, and that was during the monthly siren test that happened every third Saturday of each month.
But today was only the second Sunday of November.
Shit.
There was no build up for the second blast of the siren, it thrummed through the air like a tidal wave, undoubtedly filling all those who heard it with dread. Nonstop was a normal tornado siren, one blast was a test, two was an imminent Endbringer attack, and those who heard three were within the targeted area.
Amy shook herself out of her stupor, and snapped Kazumi-chan's ribcage closed, then tossed her Biotinkering — including the cat — under her bed. Amy could finish her energy storage theorem later. She was a superhero, and the world needed her now more than ever. There was no third blast of the siren as Amy hastily threw on her robes.
A quick check of her phone showed that there was a national-level automated alert. She skimmed through it to find what she was looking for; Auckland, New Zealand, nowhere near here. Loud banging rattled Amy's door. "Ames-!" Vicky shouted from the other side.
"Yeah, I know! Just use your nails!" Amy shouted back as she struggled with her boots. Wait, right, powers. Boots now secured to her feet, Amy went to the door, sliding her gloves onto her hands as she did so. Another twist of precise telekinesis unlocked the door that Vicky'd been struggling with, and she stepped back when Amy opened it. "Okay, I'm ready, where do we go for transportation?"
Amy looked her sister up and down, then realised that Vicky hadn't even started getting ready. So she grabbed her hand and started pulling them both towards Vicky's room. "Um, usually we just fly out to the PRT HQ building downtown, then some teleporter comes to pick-"
"Great. Shut up. Talk later, costume now."
"I'm not going."
That gave Amy pause. "What do you mean you're 'not going'?"
"I'm just flying you to the building, I don't need my costume. Mom only lets you go because you're a healer."
That grated on Amy's nerves, but she was also relieved that Vicky wouldn't be in danger. In just a scant few moments they were both blasting out the front door faster than Amy had ever seen Vicky go before, she did her best to reduce the air friction in front of them, and that had them accelerating even beyond what they were going at before. The ground underneath passed as a blur as the wind roared twice as loud as the siren had a mere minute prior.
Outside the PTR building there were already troopers coordinating for a teleporter's arrival. A perimeter was being formed and cones were laid out. As they landed near the edge of a deliberately empty landing zone, a young girl in a teal costume came running out the door, before vanishing in a bend of spacetime. That must've been one of the Wards, Vista, Brockton Bay's favourite pint-size Shaker. Soon after, the dark robed Shadow Stalker exited the building at a much less rushed pace, followed by Clockblocker in his glossy white armour, and Triumph who had a lion theme going on.
Personally, Amy thought Triumph's costume looked kinda dopey. Vicky waved to them as they approached.
"So… all of you are volunteering, huh?" Amy asked the Wards once they were close enough.
Triumph nodded his head. "No, we are." He pointed at himself and then to Stalker. "And Vista too, but she's currently helping expedite transport from PHQ."
"I'm just here to see them off." Clockblocker clarified.
Amy looked off towards the eastern horizon. "Have any of you done one of these before? I know that I have technically, but, well, I'm sure you've all heard." She was right, they all had, at one point or another, heard the news already. After all, it was the biggest news in months. 'World's Greatest Healer Gets Unexplainable Amnesia!', the headlines had read. Half the country probably knew.
It was a little offensive. Like, Amy was just some teenager, yet all her dirty laundry was so casually aired to the public. That's why she kept Kazumi a secret. She was Amy's secret, only Amy's, nobody else's. Because she couldn't even rely on her own mother to advocate for her privacy.
None of the Wards had attended an Endbringer fight before, so she supposed they were all in the newbie boat together. Speaking of newbies, Shadow Stalker was the newest member of the Wards, and her primary means of offence were two crossbows strapped to her hips. The conversation had gone on without her, but Amy interjected herself through their small talk. "I don't mean this in a demeaning way, but do you plan on fighting Behemoth with those?" she asked, pointing at the less-than-impressive weapons.
Shadow Stalker crossed her arms and glared at Amy. "No, I'm on S&R." she grumbled.
"Oh, oh well." Amy shrugged. Her Tinkering had been interrupted, so she was still feeling the itch. She figured that she could take some metal from the spare tyre on one of the PRT jeeps, concrete from the sidewalk, ooh and rubber of the tyre could be converted into a cable, and then if she used some high gear ratios in combination with a spring cartridge system she could make a real beast of a handheld ballista!
Wait, no, Shadow Stalker said she was on search and rescue. Also, Amy wasn't paying attention to the conversation again. Something about Fugly Bob's? Amy gave herself a mental slap on the cheek. She couldn't just not pay attention to people when they were talking to her, that would just be begging for a communication mishap to happen at the worst possible time. She was a doctor, she had to be better than that. So, Amy shook her head, and focused in on what the others were smalltalking about.
At some point Velocity appeared nearby but didn't intrude on their conversation. Then, after a few minutes, Armsmaster and Miss Militia arrived through a spatial warp in the middle of the road via a pair of high tech motorcycles, with Vista sitting behind Militia on hers.
Armsmaster skidded to a stop next to them and asked, "Is everyone here ready?" He received confirmation from everybody except Glory Girl, who was still in civilian clothes. He tapped the side of his helmet. "Console, we are ready for priority transport at PTR Headquarters." There might be a few independents that would trickle in over the next half hour, but they only got priority teleportation because of Panacea. The rest of the current group were just 'tagalongs', and anyone who came later would need separate transport.
Twenty seconds later, a gust of wind and a flurry of pink petals indicated the arrival of their teleporter. Matte pink armour plates over light grey undersuit had them blending in with their storm. "Windleeph to PRT East-North-East, heading to Auckland for Endbringer assistance?" a masculine voice asked from the centre of the petalnado.
Armsmaster nodded. "Affirmative, we have seven." he confirmed, beginning to walk into the improvised landing zone.
"All right, everybody coming get as close to me as possible! Shoulder to shoulder!" Windleeph called out, prompting the rest of them to follow Armsmaster. Amy and Vicky exchanged one last hug before Amy jogged up to join the group. "READY?" the teleporter shouted as the twirl of petals in the air intensified, obscuring their surroundings more and more. "HOLD ON, AND DO NOT STEP AWAY UNTIL I GIVE THE ALL CLEAR!" he ordered over the sounds of wind and leaves that filled their ears.
Amy's hood was tossed back as her hair was absolutely ruined by the wind. It wouldn't take long to fix, but that didn't change the fact it was whipping around her face like she'd just stuck her head out of a car window. At that point Amy just closed her eyes and waited for the teleport to finish.
"All clear!" she heard the pink knight yell. Amy opened her eyes. The wind wound down, and the environment slowly became more visible. It was fairly similar to the landing zone they'd come from. Circles of cones setup by military looking people, and a similar level of urbanisation. Auckland was the largest city in New Zealand, so they must've been on the outskirts for it to look like Brockton Bay's downtown. Where it was late afternoon back home, here it was early morning.
It was awfully cold for summer, low sixties if she had to guess. Was that just how New Zealand worked, or was this a cold front? She'd heard that Hawaii had perfect weather year-round, but she wasn't sufficiently informed on meteorology to know if that was a near-equator island thing or a Hawaii thing. New Zealand was northeast of Australia, right?
"Clear the pad!" Windleeph ordered, reminding her that she was in an active transport zone. Amy scuttled away, out of the landing circle, and joined the Wards in following Miss Militia like a lost duckling. The ground shook under her feet faintly as they made their way towards one of several information officers, who then pointed them towards the gathering area for volunteer capes.
There were dozens of them, with all sorts of shapes and colours. The most common costume aspect was metallic armour, but even then that was only a third of them. Some had spikes, bright colours, dark colours, warm tones, and cold ones. A few were even maskless, like she was. Oh, she'd forgotten for a second! A quick burst for extra-fine telekinesis fixed her hair, making it much more presentable. Behind her she could hear distant cracks, the sound of bells, and various other assorted noises as more capes were brought to field.
Over the din of conversation a robot voice blared from the speakers at a hastily created stage. "TEE MINUS FIFTEEN MINUTES." It said, referring to the estimated time of Behemoth's arrival. A member of the local UNERF — United Nations Endbringer Response Force, usually said like 'you-nerf' — tugged on Amy's sleeve. "Excuse me ma'am, are you Panacea?" he asked.
"The one and only," she answered.
He nodded. "Then if you'd please follow me," The lightly armoured agent began leading her out of the briefing zone. "NEMA, the local FEMA, already has a staging ground set up a couple blocks away in a nearby hospital." At the edge of the cape zone the agent grabbed an armband from a PRT tent. "This is a device made by Dragon to facilitate communication between capes. The little screen shows your position in a grid, as well as Behemoth's. The left button broadcasts a message that'll be interpreted and then passed on to the other capes who need it,"
Even in between the different areas there were dozens of workers from various organisations visible on the wide street that the pair were walking down.
"But if you don't have a few seconds for the delay then you can speak directly to everyone by saying 'hard override' before your message. Don't do that unless you really have to. The button on the right is a ping that alerts others that you're injured or in severe danger. If you have anything that isn't an emergency use both buttons at once and the interpretation bot plus command will coordinate to help you with whatever it is. It also has a thingy that monitors your vitals, so it'll automatically send out that ping and you might get medical assistance if you're unconscious."
Amy secured the device to her forearm, and then almost walked right into the UNERF agent's back.
"And here we are… Welp that's my job done, good luck!" He patted Amy on the back, and then began going back in the direction they'd come from, blue and grey uniform disappearing into the litany of uniformed peoples buzzing back and forth.
She looked back down at her communicator band. It's screen read: 'State Name'. Amy brought it up, closer to her face, and said clearly, "Panacea," And… nada. Nothing happened. She pressed the left button — the mike button, she figured — and spoke again, which caused her name to pop up, with a green yes on the left and a red no on the right. Amy pressed the left button again, confirming the name.
When she entered the hospital and introduced herself, a senior member of the Red Cross who was acting as manager of this location gave her a quick briefing of the situation in the hospital. Almost all of the normal staff were evacuated, but they had people from NEMA, the Red Cross+Crescent, Doctors Without Borders, and the NZDF filling in wherever they could. It was definitely a skeleton crew, but all the patients that could be moved were or were about to be, so really they were just a bunch of emergency trauma and injury specialists using the hospital's space and supplies. They couldn't run a hospital, but that was fine because they didn't need to. Long term care was shoved by the wayside in favour of keeping people alive right-the-fuck-now.
Amy spent the next several minutes running around the hospital like a headless chicken, barely managing to heal those who couldn't be transported enough to where all of them could. As the last vehicles left the hospital, a voice came from Amy's wrist. "Tee minus four minutes." It'd been counting down since ten, but it wasn't very helpful. Amy could feel Behemoth coming in her bones, literally. The shaking was continuous now. A constant rumble that they could all feel, heralding the arrival of The Herokiller.
ƸÏƷ1.5
Capes were gathered on rooftops by the dozens. Just as many circled above them, elevated by one form of flight or another. Most were actually quite far from ground zero, but those close enough could see the massive vermilion spotlights that were centred on the predicted emergence point. The city around glowed red in a circle seventy metres in radius, as flying drones of all kinds waited.
Then, with one final rumble, Behemoth exploded out of the ground, sending smoke and rubble cascading across the street as an unlucky building collapsed from having a fifty-foot abomination tunnel through its foundation. A beastly roar brought a wave of heat, bathing everything nearby in hellish fire and scolding those farther away.
All at once the assembled capes unleashed their volleys, creating a cacophony even louder than the Endbringer's roar. Lasers of every colour filled the air. Blasts of plasma sailed forth. Hot lead deafened the local wildlife, as the shriek of explosive munitions boomed with all the wrath of their wielders.
Legend, Eidolon, Gunmetal Grey, Lightslinger, Purity, Solaria, Narwhal, Grumman, Oheňkuše, and Dragon — in combination with many lesser Blasters like Miss Militia — all fired as hard and as fast as they could in an opening barrage that would have instantly annihilated nearly anything else. In the backlines Vista did her best to bend space to concentrate fire even harder, acting as a force multiplier for the already awe-inspiring volley of attacks.
Chips of obsidian sprayed off in flakes, cracks formed, Behemoth stumbled backwards letting out a growl of pain. The barrage lost steam after a few seconds. The beast stood. The remaining offensive barely tickled it like a light drizzle. It raised a dark clawed hand, and a sweep of its arm sent lightning arcing across the battlefield, shattering barriers and roasting men and women alive as the Battle of Auckland began.
ƸÏƷ1.5
Doubletap deceased, G-10. Hunyew down, G-10. Cliff Man down, G-10. Urisia Major down, G-10. Viny deceased, G-10. Fire Tree deceased, G-10. Denouncer down, G-10. Black Cat down, G-10. Barbarius deceased, G-10. WinÓfir down, G-10. White Cat deceased, G-10. Carapacitator down, G-10.
Good fuck, that was a lot at once. The big horny bastard had crawled his way out of the ass crack of the Earth not thirty seconds ago, and he was already making a mess for Amy to deal with. A loud *pop* announced the arrival of a teleporter. Amy didn't even get the chance to catch more than a bright platinum costume before a second *pop* had them disappearing again. They'd left a cape on the floor, she was covered in forest green cloth and dark brown leathers, but the entire right side of her costume was torn up. Amy raced over —
Velocity down, G-10.
— She slapped a hand onto the older heroine's shoulder. Bones, fibres, cells, blood vessels, and nerve chains unfurled in Amy's mind's eye, showing itself to her like an origami lotus. Burst capillaries, severe bruising, minor burns, concussion, a cat allergy, and a dozen broken bones. Half of her looked like an unevenly cooked hamburger.
Dancelot down, G-10. Ember Cinder deceased, H-10.
'Shut the fuck up and just work, dammit!' She forced everything back into its proper spot, mending bones, tissue, and shitty genetics, then slammed some adrenaline into the woman's system to wake her up. WinÓfir awoke with a gasp, blinking her eyes at her too bright surroundings.
"Alright, somebody inform her what's what and where's where," Amy ordered, knitting together the redhead's shredded outfit to be slightly less ruined. In the time it took to heal the woman another cape had been rushed through the door by a flyer. Amy marched up to the desperate looking Mover. "Gimme," And snatched the other cape out of his hands.
Heavy electrical burns, dehydrated, heart wasn't beating, brain wasn't firing. Mother fucker. She glared at the flyer for a moment, but refocused on the 70 kilos of former person. The burns were flushed out and healed over, the heart moulded into working order. The brain was more complicated. She had just restored blood flow, so braincells weren't dying anymore. The already dead ones hadn't moved much, thus it wasn't too hard to piece all of them back together. Some were definitely out of alignment, but those connections changed all the time. He'd be fine.
Moon Ship deceased, H-10.
Another burst of adrenaline given out had the barbwire — life gives lemons, and whatnot — themed hero up on his feet again, and Amy shoved the pair out of her hospital. From the chemistry happening in both their heads, she was fairly certain they were a couple, and she did not need that clogging her doorway.
Rubberabbit down, H-10. Hyrulian down, H-10.
Not five seconds later and another teleporter was portaling into her hospital, dragging two capes with her. She panted with her hands on her knees, heaving air through her lungs, until Amy patted her on the back and forcefully stabilised the portal girl's respiration.
Cloudrunner deceased, H-10.
Amy reached down, letting her power course through the two downed capes. For a split second she almost started melting them together, but she shook her head of the strange thought, and pushed everything into the normal non-injured places that they were supposed to be in.
Redline down, H-10.
The redheaded woman whom Amy had just healed walked over to the group. "Hey, can-" Blah blah blah, you Mover, plz move me, etcetera etcetera. Amy didn't care, there were more patients being delivered. Civilians it looked like. Blood dripped onto Amy's floor, she rushed over. Arms weren't meant to bend that way. She shooed away the EMT's, plunged herself into her power, and cured their wounds as a good panacea would.
Tyrant Thunder down, I-10. Cliff Man down, I-10.
She wasn't the only healer out there. There were three recovery points arranged in a triangle around central Auckland, for logistical purposes. But the literal nonstop healing definitely made her feel alone in her endeavour. The staff around her cared for a few moderately injured civilians, yet everyone else was handled by Amy. They'd come in the door, Amy would spend — on average — around twenty seconds fixing them up, then she'd slap them awake and send them back into the field.
Nightcore down, I-11. Witchburn deceased, I-11. Darkwood deceased, I-11. Foxish deceased, I-11.
Oh, there goes another full fucking team of capes, all at once, because why not? Where was her coffee when she needed it? Wait, she was in charge here so couldn't she… Amy pointed at somebody who looked kinda like an intern/assistant of some sort. "Hey you, get me coffee. There's a break room somewhere, find it and make me coffee." And the dude she pointed at gave her an unpracticed salute, before running off to fulfil her order.
Amazing Snowflake down, J-11.
Amy cracked her knuckles, popped her neck, and then got back to work. There would always be just one more that she could reach, one more person to heal, one more life saved.
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