Sarah had just got done hanging out with her teammates at the Donalds, and it was rather normal all things considered.

Bullet was clearly into Chase, but the newly sixteen year old brat couldnt express himself well enough yet.

Chase was obviously interested as well, but then again, Chimera had a cheat for that one considering the pheromones coming off the girl.

Glow was hitting it off with the waiter of all things, who lapped on praise and attention that the girl sorely craved.

And Sarah being Chimera, could only look on in amusement at their clumsy attempts at ‘romance’.

Though after all the fun, the laughs and the food, when everyone headed back home, Sarah was left alone, behind the Donald and near the dumpsters.

It was a weird place to be for anyone that was human.

Sarah though had tossed away those thoughts of biological hazards and unclean filth along with the notion of worrying about her health.

Her health was directly related to her bio-organic make-up, and as long as she could find some readily available material, she could have more cards to play against the rest of the death children.

So, in a massive amorphous form straight out of a horror movie, Chimera disolved all the leftovers from the restaurant’s waste disposal.

To the detriment of many of the local wildlife.

She was amicable though, giving a family of rats a longer lifespan, a pair of treasure pandas camouflage, and a handful of cats and dogs various boons from longer life to bigger brain mass.

Soon there were going to be a lot of smart cats and dogs around.

It would be an interesting bit of data to gather, and so she spoke to the cats and dogs to meet her later to gain their experiences.

As she waved goodbye to the newly transformed animals, Chimera was beginning to get a better idea of the power she had received from Crimson R and the series as a whole.

She had nothing to prove it yet, especially since her research was likely confiscated by now, but that alien DNA she had received for trials… and the files she was still carrying inside her might give her proof of what she hypothisized.

Still, research later, for now was the time to reconnoiter with some treasured friends and family.

…

Meghan was staring at a piece of rather desiccated flesh.

Her microscope having been broken for a week now, she had decided to test her new found gifts to the limit, and see if she might gain something from the treasure in front of her.

It had been months since she last saw her friend Sarah, and after a lengthy investigation from not only security, but the police, Meghan had left Chemtech with little to worry about.

She was now in an abandoned laboratory that she had used back when she was just starting out as a researcher.

The place itself was just what you would think from an abandoned structure, holes in the walls and ceiling, ground more plant and dirt then cement.

Yet her makeshift laboratory was pristine thanks to her work, safely sealed and concealed in a ragged tarp. With Aden to help her clear and clean the place up, it was safe to do science once again.

That brought her back to the piece.

In front of her was a piece of a super villain’s left pinky finger.

The villain in question was named Corp-Taser, some sort of ex army experiment that deveoloped electricity powers similar to Meghan’s own.

Thanks to her friend’s gifts, Meghan had been able to generate her own electricity with her hands as the contacts, and with a bit of engineering, was able to make a compacted mass driver out of the pieces she could find. It was one of her newest inventions, after her friend had given her an upgrade.

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It was nowhere near combat ready and would need significant testing before she would consider it anywhere near safe, but it was one step closer in helping out her friend.

She was starting to feel a bit desperate to get the thing working though, and the reason for that was her thoughts on the day she was released from ChemTech.

Meghan could feel it when she had sat across from the board during her firing, and when her boss Monica was there, it was all the more clear.

Chemtech was not using Crimson R or any of the R series for anything military.

No people who weren’t in the companies pockets were there for the investigation, no one other then the security officers were allowed in the labs.

It didn’t make sense. A potential Class Z event was out there somewhere, but no police or heroes were told.

And if they weren't told, then what could be the reason why they were left out of the loop?

Sure, they might be sent to the courts for negligence and endangerment of the public, but a big company like ChemTech could take several blows like that if they showed cooperation.

But no, there was no effort to stop, or warn anyone, about the potential threat, which meant only one viable thing if they didn’t want anyone else to find out.

Supervilliany.

Meghan was almost relieved when they told her she was ‘going to be let go’, as it gave her a feeling that she wasn’t worth disposing off.

She did not lose her vigilance though.

Her friend was out there now, and Aden was still getting himself situated in a way that didn’t seem like he had been visited by a Crimson R symbiote.

The cover was simple.

Being a scientist with a minor in medical science, she opted Aden into a trial medicine that had worked wonders for his leukeimia, and after some overseas medical treatment had been done, Aden was miraculously cured.

Meghan was proud of her bullshittery that day.

With his sister dead and the hospital no longer liable for his condition, it seemed no one cared to check into the lie any further than necessary.

Now Aden was getting ready to transition into college, and soon Meghan would be on her own again.

Looking at her tools next to her desk, Meghan had a burst of inspiration regarding the pieces of leftover glass, discarded wiring and random computer junk that had been placed on one of the tables.

She smiled as her hands moved.

One wire connected to an undamaged part, which she connected to a battery she made out of discarded copper wires, to a compartment that was used for camera lenses.

The changes Meghan had experienced when her friend ‘gifted’ her were extraordinary. It was as if her mind found ways to combine ordinary junk into amazing tech.

Combined with strength, an electrical power, and biological immortality, Meghan knew in her heart that she had to pay back her friend’s kindness.

It was because of you Sarah, that I'm alive right now. ChemTech, Monica, I would never had known the connection had you not explained your death to me.

Now, I’m gonna turn my gifts into your strength, just as soon as I get this thing working.

After a few minutes soldering the pieces together, she now had a portable microscope that could fire a short range laser volley.

With her hands she charged the device, and soon the new doohickey was ready to work.

She was testing the device on the piece of villain flesh when she heard the door open.

Meghan turned to the door, a smile on her face.

“Aden, got some more things for me?”

The now six foot four inches young man was holding a rather sizable amount of scrap, his personage hidden behind the largeness.

“Where do you want it Meg?”

She pointed to a corner of the lab, which had labels on the various piles of trash.

Aden placed the pile in a part of the corner that read ‘Miscellaneous’.

“Sigh* you got a strange hobby Aunt Meg.

Meghan giggled a bit at the notion, “one man's trash and all that. It’s simply amazing how much people toss away when they can’t be bothered to check it. Sure, it may need a few baths in some bleach, but that is simply wasteful.”

Aden smirked at her, “of course! And it wouldnt have anything to do with the fact that we can’t afford the equipment you needed so we had to do this, right?”

Meghan sniffed at the aggravating little shit, “you know, sometimes saying the obvious isn’t necessary.”

“Sorry, just… seems like we don’t need to go through this much effort. Why not just take some from a super villain or something. I mean, we’re both super people now right?”

Meghan sighed, “Aden, being a hero is hard work, and even if we became some, getting our hands on that kind of tech would be almost impossible. It’s usually the first thing to get taken from a crime scene. Even if-”

“This is my home.”

Meghan dropped her tool and turned to face the doorway.

Before her was a little girl, with a red dress, red eyes and slightly tan features like Aden.

Her hair was a bit curly at the end, and her face was rounder than the person she hoped it was.

Still, the hope was there.

“Am I your home?”

The words coming out of her mouth felt pained, like she wasn’t sure if this was a trick yet or not.

“You always were.”

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