Gatcha Life Chapter 7 (Patreon)

The sounds of 'Beardmaster' the leader of Brockton Bay's Proctorate Parahuman division roared all to clearly as he approached us from down the street even as we turned and tried to head a different way.

But it was all for naught. I had no doubts that we had camera's tracking our every movement as we passed through each intersection.

And after a couple of minutes he came into view.

His blue painted three wheeled motorcycle looked like like a motorcycle and more like someone tried to compress all the power of a tank into the size of a four wheeler ATV. And he himself wore matching blue and silver themed power that I bet was outfitted with a number of magical spells and enchantments as well.

"Hmm are we going to play nice my darling... Or should I just kill him for ruining the mood with that racket?" Taihou said with clear distaste at the roar of the oversized motorcycle.

And I just sighed before saying helplessly. "Taihou, my love and dear. Please don't mention killing anyone in front of them unless they are very clearly hostile first."

Armsmaster quickly pulled over a good couple dozen meters from us and the people on the sides of the street seeing the lead hero of the city pulling up on two unknowns quickly retreated.

As the people in this world at least knew that trying to record some cape fights could much more easily lead to you being made into puddles of flesh due to magic and other invading power systems being very destructive.

And what do you know...

Armsmaster the mega autist took out a large spear from his bike that folded out from it's in half from with crackling black lighting ringing out from the blade before he held the spear at the ready as speakers built into his armor spoke out loudly.

"Unidentified Parahumans! Are you going to fight me!?"

Taihou and my gaze met and I could feel her unasked question. 'Is this guy retarded? What do you want to do?'

I just gave her hand that was wrapped in mine a soft squeeze before I spoke up in a calm manner. "I registered not even four hours ago with the government as me and my wife went to clear out the beastman dungeon. No, we have no intentions of fighting you or the PRT Armsmaster."

Armsmaster spear lowered slightly before he said with his voice through the speakers becoming more... Inside voice level at least.

"Give me three minutes to confirm your statements. But even still, you two were sighted at the scene of a causing an incident that set the city at a high stress level and you may be fined and or arrested for causing mass hysteria." 

I could feel Taihou bristle next to me so I just said quietly. "He is just doing his job my love. Calm down, we are fine."

And after a minute of awkward silence with Armsmaster just staring at us with his shaded helmet, preventing us from seeing his expression much. He finally broke the silence with his most potent of powers.

Complete social inability.

"A car crashed into a telephone pole due to the summons your wife created in the downtown area. So with the precedent of Abalone Versus PRT 2001 in the Boston courts. All Parahumans involved in the misuse of powers that cause the harm of others whether in cause or effect, will bear a level of responsibility as decided by a court of law."

My face pinched at that as I knew what he was getting at. As the court case of Abalone versus the PRT was... A very famous court case here in this timeline at least.

Basicall,y Abalone the guy being sued has the power to summon very large scale fish monsters... He isn't a villain and instead run's a ferry business to coastal cities via his summoned giant sea monsters pulling large dead cruise ships that are outfitted into giant ferry ships.

And some dumbass PRT transport agent who was driving a weak as hell villain to prison saw said giant sea monsters as he was on the highway next to the coastline and said dumbass just... Fucking drove off a cliff and killed himself and the villain in the back of the transport van.

Not paying attention at all.

Even worse... The supposed villain in transport was literally innocent of his crimes. He was a low level mage who loved fire magic and using it cook. But the real 'villain' in question was a parahuman who got fire powers and went fucking nuts burning his college down.

And Abalone faced months of targeted nonsense by the PRT who tried to pin the nonsense on him.

So when Armsmaster brought up the equilvalent of the fucking Epstein files in front of me. I wasn't amused in the slightest.

"Oh... So the PRT is going to pin some imaginary crime on me and MY wife so you can force us into the PRT to clear suicide level dungeons and invasion portals?!" I loudly demanded with the people who ran into the nearby alleyways to peak and record perking up at my words.

As that was what happened to Abalone, he himself was just a parahuman even a powerful one, without any magical or special talents. So with a very mortal and human body.

When he was tossed into an ocean world to slaughter itself, invading monsters, he was assassinated by a powerful being from that world as his powers were quickly growing, as his Shard assimilated the powers and knowledge of that world.

Despite having several powerful guards, both parahuman, martial artist, and magical paths.

Armsmaster, however, with the unbeatable path of autism, didn't play my game as he said bluntly. "Jake, and Taihou. Your identities have been checked out and confirmed. However, you are still at fault. I am detaining you for arrest, in which-"

Yeah... Taihou had, had enough as she giggled. But it wasn't a normal giggle.

It was a sharp, mad giggle of nails against a chalkboard that made all shiver at the unnatural sound.

And then she spoke with her already deathly pale form becoming even more pallid as the pool of darkness around us thickened. "You will not hurt Taihou's husband ufufu... I am going to tear-"

I gently but firmly sighed in annoyance as I said without emotion. "Taihou stop." And the murderous yandere paused with her gleaming crimson eyes snapping to the side of my head with a heavy weight of confusion.

Still, I looked to Armsmaster and said formally. "As an independent hero registered with the city as a Dungeon cleaner. I request police detainment by the city government."

And just to prove my point, I pulled out my phone and said calmly. "I am going to call 911 and ask for the police to pick us up. No need to worry about yourself, Armsmaster." 

Yeah, if these fuckers thought they were going to bind me up in magical contracts to go deal with world invasions to 'atone' for some bullshit crime. I was going to strangle them in ALL of the fucking red tape.