A New Home: Chapter 2.12 (Thea)

Thea made it to her room carrying her rather substantial baggage, her room was different from others; next to the bed was a large garden bed where she could replenish and meditate. 

Her eyes were drawn to her roommate; a strange girl sitting in a wheelchair by the other bed, looking far too young to be at Ravenhold, her brown skin had an unhealthy gray tint to it. The girl sat quietly with a book in her hands, only the whirling of a mechanical pump breaking the silence.

“Hi, there!” Thea said.

The girl barely looked up, “yeah,” she muttered.

Thea frowned and put down her stuff, “What are you reading?” She asked, hoping to make conversation.

The girl shrugged, lifting the book up slightly so Thea could read the title on the spine, some trashy sci-fi thing Thea had never heard of.

“Never heard of it,” Thea shrugged, she went to the window and looked out it, looking over the house’s backyard. “Hm, not bad sunlight, will be alright for plants.”

The girl finished the tiny book and sighed, tossing it aside without a care. Thea caught her staring at her directly.

“Can I help you?”

Hijack rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Thea shrugged it off, she’d been stared at before. She opened her bags and began sorting things out, organizing what would go in the drawers, what went in the closet, and what would go in the bed compartment.

The girl was still staring.

“Yes, I’m a plant.” 

“I noticed.” the girl answered.

How rude, Thea thought, most had the decency to pretend they weren’t staring.”And you’re staring at me, and it’s uncomfortable.”

“I have eyes, it’s what you do with them.”

“Do you have a problem with me? And how I am?”

“Not particularly.” She shrugged.

Thea threw her hands up, with a loud frustrated sigh, “Whatever.” She went back to her organization. “How old are you anyway? You look way too young to be here.”

“Depends on how you think of age. Could be 4, could be 10 or 11, could be 14 or 15.”

Thea stopped. Had she heard correctly? She tilted her head back at the girl, “Four?”

“Four years ago three ten-to-eleven-years old girls died in the Tzari invasion and then a crazy man stitched them together and brought them to life.” She raised and spread out her hand, indicating her own body.

Thea gave her a good look for once, noticing the many scars, the way her legs were different colors from the rest of her upper body. The tank attached to her chair was actually connected to a metal plate behind her head. 

“The fuck,” was all Thea could answer. What the hell had happened to this girl?

“My thoughts exactly.” She said in a bored tone

Thea went quiet having no idea what to even say to her. She went back to her things, and the girl didn’t seem to care to talk.

“Do you have a name?”

“Hijack.”

“That’s not a name.”

“That’s what they called me.”

Thea nodded. She looked back at Hijack, she was still staring. “Do you have nothing better to do?”

“I finished the book.”

Thea sighed, took out her phone, and gave it to Hijack, “There, play a game or something.” She paused, “If you look at my pictures or DMs I will kill you.” 

There were things in there she didn’t want someone else to see, private things, things Thea wasn’t entirely proud of, but she needed money…

“I’m already dead.” Hijack said, tapping away. 

Thea soon heard the music of Beat Mania so she let Hijack out of her mind. 

The game music played quietly, only to be constantly interrupted by failure noises. Once Hijack ran out of lives in one game, she tried the next, and then the next. 

“You’re out of lives, I’m buying more.”

“I don’t have a credit card.”

Hijack let out a scream of frustration and threw the phone, thankfully it hit the soft mattress of Thea’s bed before harmlessly bouncing to the ground. 

“Hey!” Thea snapped, “That’s my phone, do you have any idea how expensive that is?”

Hijack crossed her arms angrily glaring at the phone. “Stupid game is impossible.” She muttered, rolling out of the room. 

Thea retrieved her phone, the screen protector had held. “Fucking child,” she grumbled

Thea put down her phone and finished unpacking. About ten minutes later Hijack came back, carrying manga she’d retrieved somewhere in the house. Thea stared at her, hoping to maybe shame her into an apology, but Hijack just ignored her. 

So Thea gave up, getting ready for the night, she took off her clothes, feeling no shame. It wasn’t like there was anything to see anymore; Thea no longer had human genitals or breasts. She sat down in the garden bed and closed her eyes.

Using her powers to extend roots into the earth, her body drawing in nutrients and sending its waste into the soil, Thea’s mind slowed down, when she was rooted she went into a trance of sorts, not too different to how she once slept as a human.

She was vaguely aware of Hijack putting down the manga after a time, closing the lights and going to bed, the strange tank of black fluid still connected to her. 

Hijack was going to be a problem, Thea knew, but also maybe she needed a friendly hand? 

Arrival: Chapter 1.11 (Mari)

Mari strolled onto the parole bus, most of the people on there looked miserable, like they’d been dragged there by force. While Mari had been arrested in the end, her stint as a thief and vigilante had been a lot of fun, and they fully intended to make the best out of this Ravenhold redemption program or whatever.

It was a little cold all this way north of Miami and Mari started regretting their pick of booty shorts, crop top and hooker boots, but someone one had to suffer for the sake of fashion. If it hadn’t been for that inhibitor collar they could’ve summoned different clothes from their personal pocket dimension but alas they had to carry everything the mundane way.

Mari looked around the bus, spotting a girl that could only be about ten years old in a wheelchair looking like some kind of zombie, clearly that one had a juicy story to extract.  

Mari came and dropped their bag next to them. “Carrying all this shit by hand is dumb.” The girl didn’t react at all, stiff as an actual corpse. Mari sat down in the half seat next to her, “What’s got a little Nina like you in cuffs?”

The girl turned her head, like, a perfect ninety degrees, staring dead ahead with an empty look on her face, not blinking once. 

“I kidnapped people for a mad scientist to experiment on.”

Oh, this was EXTRA juicy. 

“Sounds fun, did it pay well?” Mari asked.

“Resurrecting me against my will was my only payment.” She answered dryly.

So she really was a zombie! 

“Dick,” Mari said, leaning in conspiratorially, “Pro tip; stealing from drug dealers, much better gig.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The girl turned back to staring blankly ahead, not saying anything more.

“Did you at least get your revenge?”

“Not yet.”

This girl was a hard one to crack. “That sucks”

“Eyup.” She went silent again. 

“Not in the mood for a girls-talk, well girl-enby talk?” Mari teased. 

She only stared back without a word.

“Suit yourself,” Mari shrugged, grabbing their bag and taking out a tub full of empanadas, stuffing one in their mouth, “Here, one for the road, but you’ve got to tell me your name”

They gave it to the girl who barely reacted, looking at it blankly. “Hijack is what he called me.”

“Don’t even get a real name, eh?”

“I guess not.”

This was getting painful. “Alright then, well you enjoy it while I find someone less boring to talk to, ciao!” 

The girl didn’t seem to care, after a moment she took a bite out of the pastry. 

Mari got up and looked around for someone else. Their eyes quickly drawn to a big silly griffin person looking like the saddest puppy ever. Mari came over and sat down next to him, “Sup? I’m Mari!”

The griffin boy perked up immediately. “I’m One Z but you can call me Onez!”

“Aren’t you a fluffy bird,” Mari said, “Empanada?”

“I am a very fluffy griffin.” Onez’s lion tail flicked, “and what’s an emdapanda?” Onez frowned, having mispronounced it.

“Em-pa-na-da.” Mari brought one out from the tub, “It’s like a Latin-American mini pie, it has pork and veggies.”

“Empanada!” He repeated slowly to get it right. “I’ll try it!” Onez held out a talon-hand and Mari passed him the treat. Onez happily kicked his lion-like legs in excitement. 

Mari plopped down next to Onez, “So what’s got a cute little griffin in here with the naughty rogues?” 

“I hurt Sniper real bad.” Onez’s body language went stiff as he said this. He took a slow bite out of the empanada, “this is good, I like it!” he said, forcing himself to cheerful and smile.

“Sniper? Is that a friend of yours?” Mari asked.

Onez frowned, “I don’t know if we’re still friends…” he dejectedly lowered the empanada, not eating anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Mari said, “I’m sure you’ll square things out? How did you meet Sniper?”

“I had to kill this one lady and Sniper got in the way.” Onez strangely… blushed as he speaked of this first meeting

Well, that hadn’t been quite what Mari had expected, fluffy griffin was some sort of killer? He didn’t have the vibe of one at all.

“Had to?” Mari asked, “Did she do something to you?”

Onez cocked his head to the side and looked at Mari with wide, somewhat innocent eyes, “It was my mission.”

“Mission? Who gave you that mission?”

“The people who made me.” Onez answered, as if it clarified anything, yet his expression told Mari he thought it was a reasonable explanation. He took a few more bites of the empanada.

Made him? Mari had thought he was a paramorph, someone transformed by their powers, but was he some sort of chimera?

“And who might that be?” Mari asked.

“The Restoration.” Onez finished off the empanada, his cheeks bulging.

“The who?” Mari blinked, that wasn’t a group they were familiar with. 

“That’s what the people who made me call themselves.” Onez said, “That’s all I know.”

Mari took a second to consider all of Onez’s story, who was Sniper? This Restoration group? 

“Righto,” Mari said, “So you got caught by the cops?”

Onez lowered his head a little, “They made me hurt Sniper, but after I did I snapped out of their control and called for an ambulance. The police came with it.”

“I’m sorry,” Mari said, genuinely worried for once, “Well you don’t have to do any of that, anymore.” Mari put a hand on Onez’s feathered shoulder.

Onez beamed brightly and his legs started kicking once more, “Yeah! I haven’t felt them take control again yet so everything should be fine once Sniper wakes up! As long as they don’t hate me…. and… actually wake up.” Onez’s little lion legs stopped their kicking once more as he chewed on his bottom lip

Poor thing, Mari gave him a hug. “I’m sure it’ll be okay”

Onez’s eyes widened and then he put his arms and wings around Mari, “I hope so.” he muttered into their shoulder. Onez’s wings were strangely silky in texture, it wasn’t an unpleasant kind of hug though it was rather different. 

Mari had expected a bunch of punks and dicks on the Ravenhold Bus, not some terrorist brainwashed experiment or some zombie 

“Want another empanada?” Mari offered, hoping to cheer him up. 

Onez nodded, their fluffy hair and feathers gently tickling Mari’s neck. Mari took out more food, one for themself, another for Onez, and even deigned offering Zombie girl another.

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Profile: Hijack

Personal Data

Hijack by Angelo Lytle

Name: Unknown
Gender: Cisgender Female
Pronouns: She/her
Age: Physically 11, Chronologically 15
Birthday: Unknown (brought to life on October 29th)
Ethnicity: Unknown, likely Filipino
Nationality: Likely American
Species: Amalgam
Sexuality: Questioning

Family: Hijack does not have any memories of any of the former bodies that make up her current one and therefore knows nothing of her family. The closest thing to ‘family’ she has is the scientist who created her, Dr. Modzierz.

Strengths: Very strong powers.
Weaknesses: Unsociable. Rude. Self-centered. Stubborn. One track mind. Inflexible.

Appearance and Style: Hijack is a small and young looking brown skinned girl in a wheelchair. Strangely her legs are two different skin tones from each other and from her normal skin tone, one much darker the other much lighter. There are scars where these legs connect to the rest of her body. She has green eyes and the skin around her eyes is scarred as well. Her head is shaved and covered in the scars of various incisions, with some metal plating on top. She has various large incisions on her abdomen and skin grafts of skin from the same bodies as her legs grafted on her back. Hooked onto the back of her wheelchair is a large tank filled with a strange black fluid, which has four tubes coming out of it attached to the base of her skull. Her veins, where they are visible, are much darker than a normal humans and the veins in her eyes are visibly black. Hijack tends to wear whatever clothes she has been given. She has sweats given to her by the hero that arrested her. She often wears her uniform even outside of school. Later on she may develop more of her own style.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Hijack
Status: Undead. Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant. Amalgam
Abilities: She can control people’s bodies (that she can see). She can see through objects. She is immune to most poisons, toxins, sedatives, and etc.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Parole

Class: Four
Power Category: Controller
Roommate: Thea

Backstory

Hijack’s awareness only stretches back 4 years, shortly after the Tzari invasion. She was created by the death and immortality obsessed hypertech scientist, Dr. Mozdzierz by cobbling together the bodies of three girls who died in an attack. The girls he had chosen had awakened to mutant powers in their panic and fear but were unable to use their new powers to save themselves. Hijack gained two of the three girls’s powers. Hijack is only the second of his creations to have any sort of intelligence and the first one to have a fiesty enough will to eventually defy him. While he never fully suppressed her will, he outfitted himself with something that would block her powers from being used on him and would force her to return to him if she got too far away.

Dr. Modzierz used Hijack and her powers to kidnap living people for his experiments. It was on one of these trips to kidnap people that Hijack was stopped by a hero who destroyed the device that would force Hijack to return. They offered her a chance to attend Ravenhold Academy rather than be examined by other scientists or destroyed for being the freak of nature she was. She took the offer, grasping the chance to gain the ability to destroy Dr. Modzierz once and for all.

Misc Information

  • Hijack’s main original body had Cerebral Palsy and Hijack still does in her current amalgam body.
  • Before death Hijack’s main body could walk a little bit, though she was unsteady, but with the stiffness of death, the legs that do not belong to the original body, and the large, heavy tank of necrodyne connected to her that serves as an external circulatory system she is unable to walk very far.
  • The tubes of her necrodyne tank are partially made of hyperweave and so can stretch a decent amount without weakening or breaking so she is able to take a few steps away from her wheelchair if she must.
  • Hijack’s main (un)life goal is to eat Dr. Modzierz’s brain.
  • Hijack can’t really digest food but she can taste it so she can eat a few bites but if she eats a lot she will throw up
  • Hijack doesn’t need to breathe
  • Hijack can’t use her hands well either. Her handwriting is illegible.
  • Hijack likes cats