Price Nothing Given, Chapter 22

“Hello, I’m Leah,” a girl said to me. She was a pretty girl, with dark brown hair and light brown skin and eyes. She couldn’t have been much more than eleven, which didn’t make a whole lot of sense, because she was older than me, and a little taller. “I’m going to be staying with you for a while.” Her grammar was flawless, which conflicted with my memories of the young Leah, who spoke only in broken English and slipping into Arabic with difficult words.

I remember this conversation. “Mom and Dad told us.” I hate you. I wish you were dead. “Are you going to be my new sister?”

She smiled, laughed like she had no cares in the world, and it made me hate her all the more. “No, I’m your replacement. Your mom doesn’t want you anymore.”

Her statement didn’t stand out as odd, a simple fact that was as natural as discussing the weather. I followed the script which had happened long ago, while she deviated into a conversation which never happened. Leah always was the rebel, the anomaly in an otherwise orderly and predictable world. A walking natural disaster which destroyed everything I thought was absolute in my life.

“You’re from Mom and Dad’s work, aren’t you?”

Leah’s smile never wavered. “Figured it out that fast, huh?”

Bitch. “They’re heroes, of course.” I crossed my arms and stood up on my toes to try to match Leah’s height. “They think it’s a secret, but I’m seven, not stupid.”

“Goody. Then I don’t have to hide this.” Leah held her hands out, as if cupping water, and light began to dance across her palms. Which was odd in its own right, since that wasn’t how Leah’s powers worked. She was a Breaker, and a powerful one at that, but creating touch ranged illusions was Dad’s power, not hers. “I’m special and you’re not, that’s why she doesn’t want you anymore.”

That’s it, you manipulative bitch. “You’re not the only one who’s special.” Time to wipe that smug faux-innocent smile off your face, and the rest of your face off your skull, and your skull off your shoulders.

I knew that something was wrong with this entire situation, but I couldn’t figure out what. Nor could I figure out why, try as I might, nothing seemed to be happening. My power, the strength and the burden, was outside my reach. I could still feel it, somewhere beyond human senses, but it wasn’t acting when I called for it.

Leah kept smiling at me, as if nothing was wrong, as if she never thought I was a threat to begin with. I considered other options, other summons that might respond through whatever was happening, but was interrupted by the pop-crack of a tree limb snapping, and a rumble under my feet like a small earthquake.

Then Dad was in the room, though I couldn’t remember him coming in through the door. He was covered in blood and gore, to the point that it was dripping off of him like he had taken a bath in the stuff. Somehow, there always seemed to be more of it to replace that which fell to the floor.

“Hey, bookworm.” He frowned when he glanced over at Leah. “You girls gettin’ along?”

No. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” he said. “I’ve got some new books for you in the car. I’ll read you one tonight.”

“Daddy,” I whined. “I can read my own books.”

I tried to hide the smile on my face; story time was the best part of the day. Sometimes, he’d even show off his power while reading, creating tiny dancing motes of various colors to emphasize the events in the story.

Mommy would have yelled at us if she knew, so it had to stay a secret from her. I hoped Larissa would be smart enough to understand when she got older, then we could let her share in our secret.

“Of course you can, sweetheart, but then what will your decrepit old man do with his evenings? You’re not gonna abandon me now that you don’t need me anymore, are you?”

I smiled, how could I not? “Fiiine, you can read me a story.”

“What a relief. C’mon, Squirrel, let’s go help Mommy with the rest of the groceries while your sister shows Leah around the house.”

Now, Larissa was in his left arm, latched around him the way she always loved. She was older than she should have been, nine, the age she was last time I saw her.

“Nom!” Despite the gore Dad was still covered in, she bit down on his shoulder.

Dad carried Larissa away, heading toward the back bedrooms instead of out the front where the car would be parked. “Why are you chewing on me?” His voice was deadpan, but some amount of humor carried through.

Larissa giggled like it was the most clever and funny thing in the world. “Because I’m a squirrel!”

“Well, I’m not a squirrel scientist or anything, but I’m pretty sure they don’t eat people. Except in Australia, where everything is a deadly predator.”

“Then I’m an Australian squirrel!” Larrisa returned to biting and growling on Dad’s shoulder, in between giggling fits.

“Really? You hide that accent like a pro.” Dad brought his right arm around Larissa, then held her out in front of him. “But if you’re from Australia, you’re doin’ it wrong.” With a grunt and a spin, he flipped Larissa so she was hanging upside down while he held her by the hips. “That’s better!”

Larissa screeched in protest, but kept laughing all the same. Perhaps because Dad was tickling her the whole time he carried her off. The joyful childish noises turned into angry yelling moments after they left my sight.

I ran for the hallway. All of this was familiar, despite none of it making any sense. I was now alone, hiding in the hallway.

“She’s got an incredible amount of power!” Sapphire yelled. It was Mom, yes, but she wore her brilliant blue costume that she thought us kids didn’t know about. “She’s one of the strongest Imbued in the state! And she has the power to make other powers stronger. I’ve checked, and there are maybe five Breakers at her level on the planet. Do you have any idea what that means for us?”

“It means you spend even longer at work than you already do.” Dad’s voice stayed calm, unlike Sapphire’s . I always envied his ability to hide his emotions and stay in control when he was upset. “Come on, Mars, do you even remember the last time you sat down and had dinner with the family?”

“Last week, Tuesday,” she said. “Look, I know it’s been a mess, but everything’s changing right now. We’re seeing a new wave of funding and government interest, and I know it sounds callous to take advantage of a tragedy, but you know the bad guys already are. We need to make ourselves as strong as possible, before the public support wanes and everything goes back to normal.”

“Callous is one word for it,” Dad said. “Not quite the word I’d have picked for exploiting the biggest attack on America since Pearl Harbor, but that’s just me. And if it were just you riding this new patriotism for a career boost, I’d put up with it. But the last time Liz and Ris have seen you for more than an hour at a time was before Christmas.”

“I know I’ve been spending too much time at work, and I have a solution.” Sapphire hesitated for a moment, and now her helmet was missing so I could see the look on her face, the concern she had for Leah which I saw the first time this conversation was had when they didn’t think I could hear. Later I’d know it as the moment when I saw Mom stopped loving us.

“A lot of my time’s been spent taking care of Leah. As far as we know, she doesn’t have any living family, and she’s so powerful.” I didn’t understand the significance of the second half of her statement the first time I heard it, but now I did. “I’m the only one she’s willing to open up to. If we-”

“Mars. No. Listen to me.” Dad stepped closer. “The risks were supposed to stop when we had Elizabeth, and they didn’t. And bringing another Imbued into the home will only bring more danger, not less.”

“She’s a child, and she has nobody.” Mom didn’t back down, instead drawing into her power so she could float eye to eye with Dad. “She needs help, to adjust to a new culture and perhaps heal from she went through. It would be good for her, and it means I can be home more.”

Dad stayed silent, which was how I knew he’d cave. I wished he would do a better job of standing up to Mom, telling her that her ‘compromises’ were bullshit, but it never happened. “If I think for a second she’s a threat, it’s over.”

“Ooh, there’s an ultimatum that’ll bite him.” I spun to face the new voice, the teen visage of Leah, when she and Mom left. “But it was already too late, wasn’t it? He lost the moment Mom found me, and I bet he knew the whole time.” She pointed out at the hallway again.

“- the other side of the country!” That was the first, the last, time I ever heard Dad raise his voice in anger. “You can’t be serious! And so soon? Can’t you tell them to wait a while longer? A month isn’t nearly enough time to get things settled here, or get-”

“Terrance, could you please listen for a moment! This isn’t some other police department we’re talking about.” Now Sapphire wore her helmet, but not the body suit. “Homeland Security does not play waiting games, and they need us in D.C. right now.”

“They need her, not us.” Dad made his disgust known in his tone. “Not me, not the girls, not you. It’s Leah’s power they want, nothing else.”

“Fine, they need her,” Sapphire conceded. “But they’re willing to take the whole family.” I bristled at her assumption that Leah was part of our family, as I had the first time. “More support for our careers, more money for us, better schools for the girls. Please, just talk to the agent and listen to what he’s ready to do for us. The offer is almost too good to be true. We can leave this backwater, just like we always talked about.”

“I’m beginning to wonder if you understand what ‘we’ means, Mars.” Dad turned away, looking toward where I stood in the hall. “You wanted the high-flying career, you wanted the fame and the money and all the bullshit that came with it. What I want is for our daughters to grow up with parents who give a fuck about them. I guess I’m the one to blame, for picking the wrong mother.”

“Bastard!” Sapphire slapped Dad using the fullest extent of her power. The wall next to them exploded into splinters of wood and shuddering of the house. Dad had seen the blow coming, and the wall’s destruction was what it required for him to remain standing. I remembered the slap, but not the destruction of the house. “How DARE you say I don’t care about them!”

“Good question.” Dad remained unfazed by the attack, staying within the boundaries of the story. “It’s been so long since I told the fucking truth that I almost forgot what it feels like. So let’s put it this way: you leave now, and it’s over. The girls are better off without a mother who can abandon them like this.”

Light distorted around Sapphire, Dad’s power locking down hers as best he could. He couldn’t beat her, not with the gap in their powers, but he could inconvenience her for a time. Sapphire didn’t attack, she merely glared at him.

“Have it your way.” She turned and started to walk. “Expect a call from a very expensive divorce attorney by the end of the week.” With each of her steps, the floor broke into jagged craters beneath her feet.

If she did get a lawyer, I never heard a word about it. Why would she bother? She had Leah, and now she had freedom from a family I doubted she ever wanted in the first place. She won.

Dad stayed in the hall for a time, then turned and walked toward Larissa’s room.

No! No, no, no! I tried to run, I tried to scream, I struggled with all my might to catch up or warn Dad about what was about to happen, but as hard as I worked my legs, I stayed in place, while my screams were drowned out by the splintering wood around us.

The door to Larissa’s room closed, followed by one last thunderous explosion of sound, and the minor earthquake which followed.

Then I was in utter darkness, my face soaked and my throat sore. My hand shot out in the darkness, still trying to reach for Dad, to undo what had already happened. Instead of some violation of space and time, my hand punched something which felt like concrete coated in plastic.

A dream. It was all a dream. I felt around in the dark, uncertain of what had happened, why I was covered this way. “Gargouille, you have served well, you are dismissed.”

My summon refused to respond, which made no sense to me. Gargouille was one of my most passive, loyal, summons. It never disobeyed. Unless. I stood from my bed, feeling around with my hands and feet in the absolute darkness until I got as far as I could from the bed. One of the monstrous wings folded open, giving me a passage out even if I had to crouch to use it.

On the other side, my bedroom was a miniature disaster zone. Gargouille stood rigid, using his great bulk to hold up one of the timbers in the roof, which had snapped in half above my bed. For a moment, I realized that I had almost died; had he not been there, hundreds of pounds of lumber would have landed me.

I stepped back, fled from my bedroom. My living area was wrecked as well, Gargouille tore through the wooded interior wall to reach me in my bedroom, but then I saw that claws had ripped up my floors and even carved gashes into the stone external walls. I trembled with the realization that Gargouille was the cause of the damage. I lost control and called my powers in my sleep, and my one standing summon responded with the violent brutality that they were all capable of.

“Gargouille, you are dismissed.” This time, my voice shook with disappointment and anger. Another tremor resounded through the room, while I belatedly remembered Gargouille was protecting my bed from the shattered beams. “Fuck.”

I walked into the bathroom, stopping for a moment when I didn’t recognize the face in the mirror. Right, Laura helped me dye my hair. I reached out, touching the line where the mirror’s glass had split from one of the shocks which my power inflected on the room.

I kept staring at the face in the mirror, wishing I could change more than just my cosmetics. I would rather be different than look different.

Some time later, a pounding came on my door. “Beth?! Please, open the door! Are you okay?” It took a moment, but I realized the voice belonged to Mrs. Battle.

I pulled myself away from the mirror. “Yeah, I’m fine!” Me, fine? What a joke.

I walked to the door; in addition to being the closest thing to family I had left, she was my landlord, and there was no way I could hide what happened tonight. Demanding she stay out would do none of us any favors, much as I wished I could.

Her eyes widened when she opened the door to see me without my costume, and with a different hair color. It didn’t last long before she looked into the room and saw the disaster I’d created. “What happened?”

I ruin everything I touch. “It’s a long story.” I stepped back, so I wasn’t blocking her way into the room.

She looked around, at the claw marks, at the damage. Before, I’d been worried about one or two loose stones in the roof, but now there was a real risk that the whole structure in this part of the building was compromised. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Even knowing how much fixing this mess could cost, she was concerned with my health. “I’m a little shaken up.” Understatement of the century. “But I’m not hurt.”

“This was a powers thing?” The question was a prompt for me to share more information, rather than a specific question.

“It’s a long story. I’m sorry, and I promise it won’t happen again.” I’ll pay for the damages, then find a new place to stay. Somewhere nobody will care if it gets destroyed.

“I hope you hit them extra hard.” The woman smiled, displaying her lack of teeth. “I feel safer knowing you’re here to keep the hooligans away.”

You shouldn’t. I’m nothing but an unstable bomb waiting to go off. Nobody was hurt this time, but one day I won’t be so lucky.

“Let’s go get some coffee brewing,” Mrs. Battle said, oblivious to what I wanted to say to her but couldn’t. “I don’t think either of us are getting any sleep tonight.”

The thought of the little old lady trying to climb down the steep stairway to my loft was enough to spur me into action.

“White Regalia, Velificatio.” The armor I wore when Zach dubbed me the White Lady wrapped itself around me, cloaking me in flowing robes appropriate for a goddess. Yet another lie amongst the many that defined me and my power. “Here, I’ll help you down the stairs.”

It’s not much, but I’ll be a long time paying for tonight’s mistake.


12 thoughts on “Price Nothing Given, Chapter 22

  1. A/N- Freakin’ dream sequences, man. Dreams are trippy to begin with, but ones that come about due to stress are *extra* fucked up. Not sure how that’s influenced by mind altering drugs… but I assume they don’t make things any LESS weird…

    Damn, though, do I manage to cram a lot into this chapter. Over 3k words, but with information enough to normally be two or three chapters (being able to ignore all forms of continuity and logical progression is *amazing* for condensing information).

    Now I just have to hope my audience is smart enough to remember “unreliable narrator” when reading.

    Oh, and as a bonus… “Aney, Unborn Child” and “Wrong Side of Heaven” played back to back while I was doing my third full reading of the chapter (I ultimately do four of them, but the third one is the one where I just read the chapter to read it, rather than hunt for errors. Fourth is to make sure WordPress didn’t eat anything during the publishing process), and it works *insanely* well.

    I highly recommend it. Both songs are awesome, they’re awesome together, and they make this chapter even better.

    And in incidental news, when I rolled Beth’s father’s name, I was *two* away from Zachary on the chart. That woulda been both hilarious and *really* hard to work into the narrative without lots of retcons in prior chapters. So I’m kinda glad I missed that particular coincidence.

    Oh, and lest I forget- if you google “everything has a price”, I am now a front page result. FUCK yes!

    And I believe that about covers it. Vote reminder and “seriously, get those songs and check that shit out” reminder.

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  2. Well, nuts. “Unreliable narrator”, indeed. Now I wonder how much of Beth’s dream was literally true, how much was symbolic representation, and how much was unwarranted guilt making dream images with no reality.

    (Also, posted two days ago and no one’s commented? Where is everyone? I’ve been working long hours, but what’s everyone else’s excuse?)


  3. you are not the only being busy…

    a few things i find interesting and worth discussing about this chapter. Obviously dreams are by design unreliable, but i do think the dream is close to what truly happened. So what was changed ?

    1. I can not shake that from the part with the bookworm, its not Leah but Risa, assumg Larissa =
    Risa,” She was older than she should have been, nine, the age she was last time I saw her.” Quite the sudden switch in the timeline, one can assume this part is befor she actually mets Leah

    2. Her Mom is depersonfied, her real Name is used only her Moniker “Mars”, which also can be seen by the way she sees her, not in normal clothes, but in costume

    3.“When he got home, he went to Larissa’s room.” , what she tells to the therapist is not how it happens in the dream, either she is lying to the therapist or there is a obvious disconnect. I find it more likely that the talk in the kitchen is only in her imagination. Given the level of damage to the house as she describes it, which kinda feels exagerated, that would make sense.

    4. In the chapter with the therapist, she describes it as murder-suicuide. I am not buying that. In this chapter her father is described as covered completely in blood. So why is that so relevant? Because it makes him a Monster, a Demon so to speak. (MGS V paraell if anyone here played it)

    We already know that Surges and Powers in generall take whats important to you. So what is most important to Daddy dearest, his children of course. So now he comes for Elizabeth, and Elizabeth surges? She summons that worst thing a bookworm can imagine, eldritch horrors. Of course that would make her feel extremely gulity, which plays into the whole hating her mother thing, because she needs someone to blame, other then herself, which she of course does plenty.

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    1. Lots of solid guesses, and some which aren’t- I won’t ruin the speculation too much… but one thing to keep in mind is that Larissa was two when Leah came to live with them, and nine when she died- years after Marisella left with Leah.

      Dream timeline being a fustercluck in full swing, there.


      1. wait what, 7 years. Talk about a clusterfuck. So the talk and the father surge are two complete seperate events? (assuming its not a story important spoiler)


        1. Talks- there were at least two major, separated by years, conversations blended together there (when Leah came to live with them, when she left with Mars)- and it was well after that event when Beth lost her father and sister. I thought I did an okay job of showing they weren’t the same convo by screwing with the ages and scenes and the like.

          If nothing else, Beth’s age of seven at the outset is far too young to get powers, so that alone’s a strong hint.


    1. Retributive Imbuement is ultimately no different than regular Imbuement. The only major divergence is that the recipient of the power isn’t random- and at least a small “personality aspect” of a Mark of Caine is “seek revenge for prior host”.

      Compare Zach and Erica. Both have the same intrinsic ability (well, before Zach Surged- Surges change the rules a little, because they’re less about ‘inner nature’ and more about ‘current need’ nature. The need to overcome that which holds one back is human nature, after all- or, at least, it’s certainly Imbued nature.

      But I digress. Erica’s nature was that which lends itself to Infiltrators- an emotionally troubled, abused teen who ultimately wanted someone to love them and protect them.

      Her power’s nature (re: dice rolled) was that of augmenting and improving upon things.

      Erica’s power worked, as Zach guessed, by amplifying and improving upon pheromones- and other things, in fact. Erica may have suspected she was immune to disease, but she never learned her digestive system could break down steel.

      Zach’s inner nature was more about his disgust with being weak, and unable to protect those around him. He needed to be the one who shouldered the burden for others, rather than always being taken care of by others.

      That same augmentation powerset interpreted this as a body that reassembles itself from any damage, and extended that ability to other things he touched. What could be more symbolic of carrying on where others fall than immortality? What burden can be more absolute than time?

      HE never learned his old ability made him a mediocre Gifter with healing abilities. When he Surged, that was lost- a price he never knew he paid.

      You didn’t think “Public Identity” was the only thing that Surge took from him, did you?


      1. I really liked this response. Lots of good info here.

        But I still don’t fully understand Retributive Imbuement. Here’s the relevant facts as I understand them:

        1. My impression is that the kind of personality that creates imbued is at least somewhat rare. Probably very rare: less than 1% of the population. After all, ~1/1000 people are Imbued of some form, right?

        2. When an Imbued is killed by another Imbued, and there is at least one un-Imbued person out there who they loved, even if it’s super twisted like Kitten->Cassie, Retributive Imbuement triggers. It is first offered to the person at the top of the list, no matter their personality. In one of Adam’s interludes, it’s stated that if he refuses the powers, they’ll go to the next person on the list, his younger brother, instead. However, this list is, by definition, finite, and for most Imbued, you would expect it to be pretty short. Less than five un-Imbued, probably.

        So does this mean that there are lots of cases where people are offered Retributive Imbuement and decline it? From my perspective, that would actually be FAR more common than Retributive Imbuement being accepted, even considering the need for revenge we see from characters in-story. Most would decline anyway, right?

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        1. Let’s posit a scenario. Make someone watch Needful Things. Then ask them if they’d still accept one of Gaunt’s “trinkets”. Those who say yes? They’re the people with potential to become Imbued.

          Far more have that potential than will ever actually receive powers. There are… other factors, that have nothing to do with the human. In the same way holding a copper pole in a thunderstorm doesn’t guarantee you’ll get hit by lightning. It just ups your chances.

          Granny had no way of knowing whether Jay would receive powers or not- she had, at best, guesswork. Educated guesswork, certainly, but still guesswork. She needed *someone* to set things in motion. If there wasn’t an Adam, she probably would have used one of the Imbued working for Heritage- perhaps Myriad, she was psychologically vulnerable enough.

          There are relatively few people who get offered and decline- those whose nature it is to refuse almost never get offered in the first place. Only those who the “Loa” cannot predict an answer from (and remember that this is a setting of Fate and Precognition) can someone who might reject the power receive the offer, making people like Domenic (and Adam) quite rare. And do keep in mind, both of them acquiesced in the end.

          Oh, and as Wiki said… Retributive Imbuement is rare enough that many people believe it’s myth and legend rather than fact. Some people make livings as anti-Imbued bounty hunters by going around executing people like Kitten.

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