Dispatch: Livewire
Warnings: Death and swears so typical Dispatch stuffā¦
A/N: I finally did it! This is my first time ever writing and posting something so please spare me I reread this like a million times and I probably still have some sort of mistake š (Iām still getting used to fancy stuff so doing that title and making the header took forever) Itās a little short because I wanted her first day to be in episode two but I hope at least someone likes this š¤
| Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 4 |
| Episode 5 | Episode 6 | Episode 7 | Episode 8 |
| Epilogue |
Episode 1
The alley was supposed to be quiet. Empty. Controlled. Instead, I returned with a backpack full of stolen tech and found Marcus standing over a body, blood pooling beneath the still warm man at his feet. Another witness, a young woman, was already sprinting into the night.
āMarcus,ā I hissed, dropping the bag. āWhat the fuck did you do?ā
He shrugged, wiping the sweat from his brow. āHe saw me.ā
āYou were supposed to watch, not turn this into a murder scene!ā My voice cracked with fury, static building up my hair. āThis was stealth. Stealth, Marcus. Do you even know what that means?ā
āIt means youāll be fine,ā he snapped back, aggressively patting me on the head like it was reassuring. āI killed him, not you.ā
I scowled at him, chest tight. āAnd what then when a hero or the cops get here? Youāll just throw me under the bus like always!ā I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration āYou know what? Iām done. Iām done with all of this. You crossed a line.ā
Marcus followed as I turned away, boots slamming the pavement. āDonāt act like youāre better than me.ā I rolled my eyes at his words.
āThis life was supposed to be temporary,ā I spat. āFun at first, sure. But Iām not dying in an alley because you canāt control yourself.ā
He grabbed my arm, grip bruising as my static barely phased him. āYou think you can just leave? You think youāre different?ā He let out a short chuckle āDad sure thought so.ā
I froze. And I know Marcus saw it, the way my shoulders stiffened or the way the static started to fill the air.
āYeah,ā he said, leaning closer. āDaddyās little genius, the favorite. You think youāre too good for us because he told you that you were.ā
At that moment, something in me just snapped.
Like a ball of energy I lunged, slamming into him with everything I had just like he always pushed for. We crashed against the alley wall, fists and sparks flying, raw, ugly, and hellā¦years overdue. Marcus threw me off, I scrambled up, he tackled again. Our grunts echoed between brick walls. I clawed at him, breathless, trying to break free from his huge hands around my neck. He overpowered me easily, he always did. He pinned me to the cracked pavement, spit flying as he roared down at me like the brute that he is.
āYou donāt get to walk away and leave me in deep shit!ā He raised his fist, ready to crush me. I shut my eyes, thinking this was finally it. Then a burst of golden light could be seen through my eyelids.
āEnough.ā
Blonde Blazer. She dropped from above like judgment itself, and in one smooth motion she yanked Marcus off me and sent him crashing into the wall with a flash of burning white. I was stunned, chest heaving, watching as the hero Iād only ever seen on TV cuff my brother who nearly killed me. Then she turned to me.
āAre you hurt?ā My throat tightened at the gentleness in her voice. I couldn't answer. Could only stare at the woman standing over me like some impossible miracle. Blonde Blazer crouched, hand outstretched. āCome on. Letās get you out of here.ā I reached for her without thinking.
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Hours later, the interrogation booth was cold, silent, and far too bright. I sat alone, wrists cuffed to the table, bruises blooming across my arms, cheek, and neck. Iāve already given my statement. I sat in silence long enough to think about how I got here, the decline since my parents died, how disappointed my dad would be in me right now, and how I really just wanted to get out of this hole I dug.
I expected to be left to wait for a cell, maybe even next to Marcus. Then the door opened. Blonde Blazer stepped in. I straightened up immediately in her presence. āYouāreā¦ here to see me?ā I asked, my voice was small despite my efforts to steady it.
She nodded, cautious but warm. āI did. I wanted to proposition you.ā
I blinked, stunned by this sudden request. āWhy?ā
āBecause I believe youāre not beyond saving,ā she said simply. āYour brother refused our offer. But thereās still one for you, if you want it.ā
I swallowed hard, the room blurred for a moment. Just what was she getting at? Did she want to recruit me, a criminal with a goofy name like āMiss Conductā, to her line of work? I wanted to believe this was some sort of joke or that Iāve gone crazy from the silence but she looked so sincere. No one had looked at me like this in years, like they wanted me to succeed. āYou see something in me?ā I whispered.
āI see potential,ā she said. āAnd Iād like to give you a chance at a better life.ā
My face heated up and my eyes widened. I dropped my gaze, unable to face what was in front of me. āIā¦ I donāt know why youād bother.ā
āBecause you deserve the opportunity to try.ā
I let out a soft chuckle, staticy and overwhelmed. The opportunity I was looking for, to crawl my way out of the dark. āSo what isā¦this?ā I made an attempt at a gesture only for my hands to be stunted by the special handcuffs I received. āRight, I should probably tell you what Iām offering.ā
Blonde Blazer gave me an explanation about the Phoenix Program, a program for villains who want to redeem themselves and become heroes. Iāll be paid and be on a team of people like me and we basically do the same as the other heroes on their respective teams, being dispatched to help others who call SDN. Itās gonna be hard work for sure, but better than what I was previously doing for money.
āIāllā¦Iāll do it,ā I breathed out after processing everything. āThank you, Ms. Blazer.ā She smiled at me before standing back up as an officer with rubber gloves walked in to cautiously remove my cuffs. āGreat, Iāll be sure to get you set up at SDN and hopefully weāll see you Tuesday. Weāll have to get you a proper suit for your powers and a new name to go by of course.ā
āYeahā¦ā I gave her an awkward smile and just like that I was released under her watch and given a second chance that I wonāt let go to wasteā¦well I was still under surveillance, they wouldnāt just let me leave without supervision until my first day.
I slumped into my couch and looked at the mess my brother left of ourā¦my apartment. I didnāt care that he most likely resents me for doing this, I can already hear him calling me a sellout or some shit like that. I looked at the impression he left on what was his side of the couch, I thought about all the times we shared living hereā¦not that they were any good. We argue, we fight, etc. but never has he ever tried to kill me. My nose scrunched thinking back to that moment, āGood riddanceā¦Marcus.ā I let out before getting ready for bed.
