I need to sit down. This is all... Way too much. I should be freaking out, but I'm relatively convinced this is all some kind of fever dream. Closing my eyes doesn't really help much either. Somehow I'm still completely aware of my surroundings, and the detail only grows as I focus on it. I can tell the exact distance between me and any object. I can tell how old the object is, how it works, and that the locker three point four meters ahead of me to my north-north-east has a hidden compartment full of cannabis.
I can tell exactly how many bugs are in the room, where they are, what their species is and how old they are.
I know the exact time, both relative (April 8th 2010) and in seconds since the planet formed.
This knowledge. Why do I have all this knowledge?
Opening my eyes again I stand up and turn around. There's no need, really. I can look in the mirror without turning, and I can look down at myself without even moving my head, but I want to take comfort in doing human things.
Especially since I don't look human anymore.
This should bother me. Really, this should bother me far more than it seems to be, and yet all I can think of is that I pull this look off Damn well.
I'm female. That much I can tell even without turning my sight on myself, but when I do I'm flooded with information. Definitely female, I don't know what I was expecting really, but also non-human. Well, I'm humanoid at least, and genetically similar. Closer to a human than a chimpanzee is, really, which says something, though I'm not sure what.
Pale green skin, coated with soft scales that feel smooth to the touch. My hair is a shade of brownish green, long and thick and wavy as it rolls down over my shoulders. It's beautiful, and I take a moment to run a hand through it. None of the rest of my body has hair at all, and my... Powers? They tell me I'll probably never grow any.
The most striking feature, however, is my eyes. They're a solid gold color, with no separation between the sclera and iris. I'd wonder how I was seeing at all if it weren't readily obvious I didn't need eyes to see.
The rest of me looked like it was sculpted by someone's idealized beauty. Thin and muscular, with a round bottom and full breasts. Even a set of full lips, a darker shade of green than the rest of my face. Squinting a bit, I find that yes, I even appear to have a smattering of dark green freckles. They're really just cosmetic scales, but they give my face a rather cute look.
At a glance I'd place my age at around 15 or 16. My time powers, however, put me at about... 14 minutes and counting.
What the hell.
Alright, what do I know then? No name, no reliable age, no memories of friends or family. I've no idea where I am, nor where I was before this. Strangely enough, as one part of my mind sorts through the various gaps in my personal memory, the other ramps up through the rest of it. I can remember school, at least. College level classes in anatomy, multivariable calculus, physics, lots of... Lots of relatively useless throwaway trivia.
Either I'm a genius 15 year old, or I was older before coming here. Not that I know where here is, other than 'A locker room'.
At that, I start to wander about, inwardly praying that this is in fact a girl's locker room. The lockers are all sturdy, too sturdy to break, so I can't exactly steal a set of clothing. There's a sort of cultural numbness there though. This doesn't really feel like my body, so I don't really mind being naked.
Of course, getting groped and stared at would be inconvenient.
"Emma~! Come look at this! It's a new one!" There's a sing-song voice coming from the other side of the locker room. How did I not notice there were people here? Am I already becoming reliant on these powers? At that thought alone my awareness extends to fill the entirety of the changing area, including the toilets at the far end of the showers. "It's long and thin and kind of knobbly!"
The voice comes from a girl around my apparent age, who's on her knees in one of the far bathroom stalls. There's a hole in the wall there, and I inwardly wonder who or what made the wall between the boy's and girl's side so thin for such a hole to be viable. The girl is currently in the midst of fellating the cock of a young boy, probably a ninth grader judging by my powers.
Almost immediately I get a head full of information about him, including most pertinently that he's about to—
There's a happy squeak of surprise as the boy fires off a watery load into the girl's mouth. She happily catches it all before swallowing it down and leaning back. Fixated on her I learn a lot about the girl as well.
She's fifteen years, three months, two weeks, three days, four hours, fifteen minutes and seven seconds old. Largely irrelevant.
She's in good health, and that was certainly not the first load she's swallowed today. Her stomach has more semen than food in it at the moment. She's also incredibly aroused.
"Oh man... I'm getting full. You sure you don't want a turn?" The girl calls to her friend, who's standing over by the sinks applying make-up. Of the two, the girl in the stalls is the traditional 'cute' girl, with short brown hair a thin build and a round face. The one by the sinks, Emma, is a beauty with voluptuous curves and red hair.
"I'm not really in the mood."The girl waves off her friend's offer, instead rifling through her purse. "How much have you made today?"
"Hm? Oh, right..." The cute girl looks down at the pile of bills on the floor. A sizable sum of money that she counts out as an afterthought. "Uh, a hundred and eighty dollars. Wow, I sucked off nine guys already? I'm on a roll today."
What to do, what to do... "Do you know what's taking Sophia so long?" The cute one continues, her fingers dipping down under her skirt to rub at herself. I can tell, somehow, that it doesn't really do much for her.
"Work stuff." Emma replies shortly, walking towards my direction. Without realizing it, I've been walking towards them, and now I don't have anywhere I can hide. "Fucking school, why is it getting so god damn cold in here? I thought they fixed the heaters!"
"Hmm, I dunno." Her friend replies absently, climbing up onto the toilet and leaning back, actually openly masturbating with the door still open. "Hey, uh... I know it's not really your thing, but could you-"
Whatever she's about to say is cut off as the redhead, Emma, rounds the corner and catches sight of me. "Hello." I put on my best shy smile, a little bit out of my depth at this point. "I don't suppose you've got a spare set of clothing I can borrow? I seem to have misplaced... Myself."
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Part 2
"Madison?" The girl in front of me attempts to remain calm, but I can tell by her... 'Aura?' she's more than a little panicked.
"Hmm?" The voice calls back from around the corner. She's not really paying attention, two fingers knuckle deep inside of herself.
"Could you please stop fucking yourself and get over here?" There's a certain sternness in the redhead's voice that makes the girl obey. She skips over, not even bothering to put her underwear on, and stops cold upon sighting me.
"Holy shit. She's gorgeous, where'd you find her?" Madison gushes, her eyes widening.
"She's a fucking monster cape." Emma hisses back, covering her mouth with her hand. "What do we do?"
"I know what I want to do." Madison giggles, wincing when her friend gives her a slap on the rear. The cuter girl's aura changes minutely away from pure arousal, and she reassesses the situation. "Oh, right, hi, I'm Madison." Her hand comes out, still slick from her earlier activities. I eye it for a moment before she withdraws it sheepishly.
"I'd introduce myself, but I really don't know who I am." I shrug, feeling rather out of my depth.
"Right. Well, I'm Emma, and uh... How about we get you some clothes." The redhead smiles weakly, shooing her friend around the corner. There's a bunch of hushed conversations between them that I largely tune out, in favor of listening to the radio. As far as powers go, the mundane utility of mine was rather neat.
"C'mon, pick up pick up..." I tune back in as Emma pulls out a phone, absently listening to the call as the cell signal stands out. "Sophia, we've got a fucking emergency."
"What is it? I'm super busy right now. If Aegis catches me on the phone-"
"There's a fucking monster cape at school. A new one. In the god damn locker room with me." Emma hisses.
"No shit? That's... Alright, I'll get everyone over there ASAP, you just... Keep it calm, talk to it, answer whatever questions it has. Try to find out what its powers are." The girl on the other end instructs, hanging up shortly.
"Heya!" Madison pops around the corner, seeming to deflate a little when I don't act surprised. "Found you a towel. I'd get you my gym clothes, but those are in my regular locker. This'll do for now, right?"
"Sure." I accept the cloth and wrap it around my torso, trying to think of it as a simple dress or something.
"Holy crap! That's the coolest power ever!" Madison gushes, and I look down at the piece of cloth.
"Wearing clothing is a super power?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"You didn't just change it into a dress?" She blinks, looking really hard at it. Huh... I could alter people's perception of clothing? Or something?
"Not really. It's still a towel." I explain, pondering the implications.
"That's pretty cool though. I mean, if you weren't green, that'd help a lot with your disguise. You could make your costume look like normal clothes." Emma points out, rejoining the conversation. "What else can you do?"
"I can see a lot. Like... Way more than anyone should probably be able to see." Not even including the things I can see that make no sense at all. I'm wondering if I'm schizophrenic on top of my powers.
"Like what?" Madison presses.
"Hmm... General health for one." I explain, turning towards Emma. "You've been having really bad cramps lately, right?"
She nods uncertainly. "There's a very small cyst on your left ovary. Probably nothing life threatening, but it's causing a lot of the pain."
"Wow, uh... Thanks. Can you fix it?"
"Not right now. I'm not comfortable enough with my powers to try something like that." I turn towards Madison, who looks at me with hopeful eyes. "You... There's no really polite way to say this, but there's something," Wrong! "off with your mind."
She winces a little but nods. "Yeah, that'd be uh... Hmm, you don't know about Nilbog, do you?"
"I don't really know much about anything around here." You supply.
"A long time ago this villain Nilbog took over an entire city, turning everyone into sex-crazed monsters. Like, nymphomaniacle cat-girls and tentacle beasts and... yeah. They'd catch people and convert them into more monsters with repeated exposure." Madison explains. "So the Protectorate went in and killed Nilbog. It was a huge mess, but the resulting riots from all of the monsters made the spill out into the rest of America. They rounded up all of the ones they could, but some slipped through."
"Okay..." You try to picture it, it does sound pretty damn awful.
"One of them got me when I was younger. It wasn't a long exposure, so I didn't physically change and it's not contagious, but..." Huh, that'd explain it, is suppose.
"So it's kind of like sexual lycanthropy?" My inner nerd coming out.
"Yeah, sort of. It made puberty absolute hell on me and my family. Can you imagine how embarrassed they were, picking out toys for their child so she stays sane?" She giggles. "Emma and Sophia know, and they help me out when they can."
"That's nice of them." I admit, looking at the blushing Emma.
"Yep! They're great friends."
"Right, so... Uh..."
"Oh, right, I guess we should fill you in on stuff."
-One long exposition later-
"And that's where you come in, I guess. You're a cape, but you're what people refer to as a Case 53. Someone with out of the ordinary physical features and no memories." Emma explains.
"Yep. Common theory is you're the human form of an endbringer." Madison supplies, getting a glare from Emma. "What? I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but there's studies done. An endbringer attacks somewhere, the capes kill it, a case 53 shows up. There's a pattern."
"An endbringer hits somewhere in America like once a day. That's nothing to make a pattern off of." Emma replies.
"Endbringer? That sounds pretty damn ominous." I pipe up, picturing massive godzilla sized monsters attacking.
"Well, the name was made for the big three, Leviathan, Behemoth, and the Simurgh. The smaller ones that attack all the time can be dangerous, but they aren't as durable." Emma explains.
"It's a good thing though, isn't it? We kill an endbringer, and we get another cape on our side." Madison grins.
"Except most of them become villains." Emma grumbles. "And idiots out there think killing case 53's will somehow harm the endbingers."
"Oh boy." I sigh, leaning back against the lockers. "Someone's coming." I announce, noticing another living person in the hall outside. The first I've seen in a while. "Female, around your age, curly hair, rather scrawny."
"Taylor." Emma snarls, standing up. "I'll get rid of her."
"Aww, do we have to? Taylor's a huge cape junky, she'd flip the fuck out. It'd be hilarious." Madison pleads.
"Do you really think we can trust her with this? If we told that motormouth what's going on, the whole school would be here in seconds." Emma snaps.
"She's not that bad... I miss hanging out with her. When are you going to forgive her?" Say what you will, the girl's puppy-dog look is a potent weapon.
"When she admits it was her. She blabbed your secret to the whole school Madison. If it weren't for my dad and Sophia's connections, you'd be expelled." Emma sighs. "I don't care if she thinks she was doing the right thing, something like that is unforgivable."
"She what?" I whisper, as Emma heads towards the door to head off the intruder.
"I don't know if it was really her." Madison frowns. "But someone, a few months ago, sent an anonymous message to the whole school about my 'condition'. It started a whole firestorm about whether I was contagious or not, and even when it blew over I... Well, there's plenty of grounds for people to say I was 'asking for it' now."
Poor girl. "Why does Emma think it was Taylor?"
"The message had details that only the four of us know. Sophia, Emma, Taylor and I. Of the four of us, only Emma and Sophia really helped to cover it all up. That and... Well, Taylor used to be a huge blabbermouth." Madison shrugs looking miserable.
To hell with this. "I said get lost, motor-mouth." Emma snarls. There's a lot of anger there, but it's the protective kind. The other girl, Taylor, looks positively morose in comparison.
