Omake coil

As much as I want to, I'm spending most of my time writing the chapter posts. I imagine it would go something like:

Coil is happy. It didn't go as he had planned, somehow that witch of a woman with Oblivium had predicted his every move. Lucky for him the Undersiders had been close to the area. Coil -hates- relying on luck, but one cannot argue with success.

Now the Hebert girl, his ticket to having another powerful cape under his thumb, was trapped in his interrogation room. He needed to see if Oblivium had any weaknesses. He had sent agents to his school, but somehow the boy had figured out they were there to capture him and he managed to escape without even revealing himself. Perhaps he even had Thinker abilities no one knew of. He did, after all, keep producing new abilities every time he showed up. Coil had to know if there were ANY limits to what the child could do. And Ms. Hebert was the key.

Coil entered the interrogation room, stepping purposefully, an aura of power exuding from him. Control, Power, Purpose. It inspires fear and obedience in those without it. It would cow the girl, make her easy to manipulate, easy to get the information he needed. When he turned his sharp gaze to the girl he was surprised, she still had heat in her vision, a burning anger. No fear, not even worry. It irritated him. He could feel his anger start to rise. 'No, that will not do, a leader remains calm even in the presence of the irreverent.' He split the timeline. If this was going to keep up he would have to beat that look off her face, but it wouldn't do for that to be permanent.

Suddenly he furrowed his eyebrows and looked up to the vents. A thrumming noise was coming through. The A/C shouldn't sound like that. Perhaps it busted again. Oh well. In one timeline He turned his gaze back to Ms. Hebert, "Shortly, I plan to have Oblivium in my employ. As I understand it, you are close with him. He shares all his secrets with you. I need to know what his power is, and you will tell me. What is his power?" Coil then produces a gun, typically that threat alone would put someone on edge.

In the other timeline he stays facing away from the girl as if he could care less that she was even there. "Ms. Hebert, I do apologize for dragging you here. You see, this is really just a complex invitation and interview at the same time. You will not be harmed, Oblivium will come for you and I will offer him employment. I just wanted to have a chat with you first." Coil turns his gaze to the Hebert girl "He truly is powerful isn't he? and the constant growth. It's really -quite- amazing. What do you think?" Those that are proud, even those proud of others, will often be drawn out to discuss what spurs their pride.

In both timelines the thrumming noise got louder. In both timelines - at the same time, Taylor Hebert replied with one word. "Bees."

And then there were.

An OCEAN of bees flooded through the vents, gunfire could be heard outside, some screams of "OH GOD MY EYES!" and several of "BEEEEEEEEES!" a few dull *thumps* of soldiers falling off the catwalks over generators and some pattering of gunfire.

In the interrogation room Coil had been swarmed, he couldn't see, he couldn't breath, all he could do was scream "BEEEEES!" in conjunction with those from outside as he tried to scrabble at the door to flee with the little devil bugs EVERYWHERE. Why did he have to have the door automatically lock!? Only then did he realize the girl had somehow freed herself.

Taylor watched in satisfaction as the kidnapping bastard was swarmed, she had the bees sting at every exposed surface. She wasn't going to be a damsel in distress, to be rescued. No she was going to be a HERO and she was going to free HERSELF from this pompous ass. She dove forward and spun low with a sweeping kick, taking the man's legs out from under him. He couldn't see, he couldn't dodge, he fell from the strike and laid out on the ground barely able to move. She pulled the bees back and squatted beside the whimpering swelled form of the man before her. Then she grinned. They hadn't disarmed her of the tools William's mother had given her. Taylor would have to thank her later. She pulled out the mace and sprayed down the man's clothes with as much of the can as possible. Her eyes watered a little and the man just whimpered more. Then she zapped him with the stun gun.

Fun fact. It turns out Mace is flammable.

AN: huh... got carried away there