All The Meh

Summary: In which Taylor doesn't give a crap and people are left coping with a world that no longer makes sense.

The Janitor unlocked the foul smelling locker and watched as a girl walked out of it.

She looked bored. "About time," she said, clearly taking a few moments to stretch. Her body produced a series of incredibly satisfying cracks that made the janitor want to crack his own tired bones as well, and then she stood up straight, yawning.

"Um... miss are you okay?" the Janitor asked, somewhat confused.

She shrugged and simply walked out.

Emma Barnes was biting a piece of cloth and nearly tearing it apart.

She hadn't been able to provoke a reaction from Taylor for two years. Ever since the death of her mother, Taylor had become a... basically, she was no different from a dead and frozen fish. For some reason, it appeared as if all emotion was gone and Taylor was little more than a mechanical drone. Emma had tried to 'draw her out of her shell' for a while, done her best to get her best friend back into working order.

By the time the alley happened, she was already growing pretty frustrated, and with Sophia bringing the rear, she had changed her attempts at provoking an emotional reaction from Taylor to something a bit less savvory. She had gone from trying to cheer up her best friend to trying to anger the source of her frustrations.

Nothing worked.

Emma had thrown the entire book of insults at Taylor, had revealed every embarrassing secret Taylor had shared with her, had brought up every traumatic event in Taylor's past, threw in insults to Taylor's family, tried to spin events as if they were her fault, etc, etc, etc.

Nothing worked.

It was maddening. Even Sophia and Madison had started to get irrationally angry just by seeing Taylor fail to react. Most of the time, she just did nothing whatsoever. If they poured juice on her? She just walked into class stinking of cranberry or orange soda. She would write on ruined, wet paper. She would read off of books turned almost illegible by runny ink.

Sophia had turned very violent. First starting with shoves, shoulder checks, then progressing to tripping her, short, almost invisible punches and kicks, and the like, down to the point that Sophia routinely tripped Taylor down the last few steps in the stairs, smashed whatever she was holding in her face and much more like that.

Taylor would just get up and continue as if nothing was bothering her.

Emma was so incredibly frustrated that after the locker prank had failed to do anything more than bore Taylor, she reached a sort of nirvana of understanding.

It didn't matter what she did. Emma understood then just how truly insignificant she was to her once best friend.

Taylor stuck her hands in her pockets and walked past the gathering of thugs.

"- children - shoot twice - back of the head - little bitch"

She continued walking.

"Oi! YOU!" someone screamed.

Taylor blinked. Then she turned around and pointed at herself with her finger. "Me?" she asked.

"Yes, you!" the tall shirtless man said. "Who are you?"

Taylor looked at him, getting worked up. She raised one eyebrow, then turned around and walked away.

"NOBODY IGNORES LUNG!" the man screamed and lunged for her.

He grabbed her arm and turned her around.

"Now you will answer my questions!" the man shouted, spittle flying off his mouth.

Taylor grabbed the wrist of the arm that was holding her shoulder and, with a sharp twisting motion, tore it off the man's arm, causing him to scream in agony.

She threw the wrist and hand away, turned around, and continued walking.

Then a rage dragon surrounded in flames burst into motion, throwing itself at her. She took a step back, and the rage dragon slammed into the brick wall that would've been behind her otherwise, burying his torso into it. She continued walking, even as the man pulled himself out and turned towards her again. He was close enough for a claw swipe with his regrown hand. He took it.

She simply continued walking and the claw only cut through the air, the wind causing her hair to billow around like an awesome cape.

Lung roared and exploded into flame once again, throwing himself at her. She seemed to lean forward, picking up a coin she saw on the ground, and he went sailing over her, landing facefirst on the concrete around twenty feet away from Taylor.

She yawned and walked past the villain that was facefaulting in half melted ground.

"You know what? Just fucking shoot her," Lung ordered as he got back up.

Taylor just continued walking, even as the gang members let their weapons rip. Turns out, untrained idiots aren't very accurate. Untrained idiots with shitty weapons that are poorly maintained are even worse. Untrained idiots with shitty weapons that are poorly maintained and on top of that are desperately trying not to laugh at their boss' humiliating defeat right in front of them?

Fifteen bullets hit Lung, who was quite distant from her, and dozens more hit the area around Taylor, but none hit the young girl as she simply walked away from the situation.

Taylor happened to be in Brockton Bay Central for Dockworker related reasons, holding the fort while her father desperately attended to an emergency.

Then a bunch of teenaged supervillains stormed in and told everyone to stay put, threatening them with massive dogs.

Taylor's father had told her to hold their place in line, so she took one look at the teenaged supervillains, then at their dogs, and then she continued looking forward, not moving from her spot. The villains were talking. One of them seemed to have a really bad cramp at one point.

When one of them, a tall man in biking leathers, came to her and tried to forcefully move her, she grabbed him by the wrist he was gonna lay on her and threw him towards the closest wall. There was a nasty crunching sound and he slumped to the ground, immobile.

Then the dogs came towards her. She took one look of them, and then they whimpered and hid behind their master, who herself was shaking in her boots.

Taylor walked out of the bank with the money her father had asked her to extract, thanks to the very cooperative staff, in one of the bags from the bank robbers. Then a man in a red outfit jumped at her and put a hand on one of her arms.

"... it didn't work, wha-"

That was as far as he got since Taylor grabbed his wrist and threw him towards the nearest wall.

Then she was attacked by a man in a white uniform with clocks on it. She took a step to the left and watched him sail past the spot where she'd been only moments before, going through the bank's glass doors.

She continued to walk away.

A young girl cried something about her power not working for some reason and a man in armor stood in her way.

She raised one eyebrow as she looked at him, and he seemed to step away, but an overmuscled young man stood in front of her to replace him. She walked towards him and when they were about to collide, he stepped aside, letting her pass.

She met with her father near an ice cream parlor. It was good ice cream.

Taylor was in a grocery store when it exploded. The explosion ruined the bag of her groceries and she turned back to gather more.

She left the money on the register and went to her home. Three more explosions happened on her walk home. One exploded inwards. It was fun.

Winslow was closed. Taylor was reading a book when her house exploded. The book was burned away.

She walked out of the wreck that was her home and sat on the porch. Then it exploded too. The multicolored glass was pretty.

"I've hit her with everything I had and even some stuff I came up explicitly to deal with her, and she doesn't even seem to notice!" Bakuda screeched. "It's bullshit! It's fucking bullshit! I've got stuff that could put down Lung! Stuff I'm sure would give the goddamned Endbringers pause if I threw it at them! I HIT HER WITH A MININUKE RIGHT OUT FROM FALLOUT AND IT DIDN'T DO SHIT!"

Oni Lee nodded in understanding. He loaded himself up with a bunch of her special grenades.

"SO NOW WE'RE GONNA USE THEM ALL AT ONCE!"

Oni Lee teleported himself in front of Taylor and let all the grenades explode at once. His clone became ash, but the area around it was anything but.

Except for Taylor Hebert, seated right where she was, looking slightly bored.

At least they'd burned off her clothes. That was progress.

Taylor was eating a bagel when the endbringer sirens sounded. She was still eating a bagel when the Endbringer tore the frontside of the building off and grabbed her, quickly bringing both of its massive, clawed hands together, squeezing her between them. She turned to focus her gaze on its mismatched eyeholes.

She grabbed the hands that held her and threw the Endbringer towards the ocean, where it landed in a crumpled heap.

It quickly gathered itself together and rushed towards her once again, accompanied by a massive after image of water.

She sat down to eat her bagel. It crushed the entire area using a massive water ball as a hammer.

Her bagel was soggy. She ate it anyway, before turning around and walking away, leaving the perplexed Endbringer to follow her with its eyes.

Jack Slash had seen a great deal many things in his travels.

But right now, he only had one question, as he sat on some fast food joint with a happy and joyful Bonesaw and a potential, possible, recruit.

Bonesaw was just happily eating her lunch while he put the burger down for a few moments. "Now, normally, I'm the one who causes people to have their psychotic breaks," he admitted, "but for once, I've got nothing. So... if you don't mind me asking, what's the matter with you?"

The brown haired girl whom he invited to a meal looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "I don't care," she eventually said.

Jack nodded. "I've been there," he said.

They ate the rest of their meal in silence and the Slaughterhouse Nine left the city shortly after. They lost Crawler, but then again, when they told him that Taylor Hebert was absolutely off limits, it was a given he'd go out to fight her.

A whole lot of time later, the entity known as 'Zion' blasted Taylor with a disintegrator beam. Then it came closer and looked at her.

She looked at him.

He blasted her again.

She looked at him.

Then Zion seemed confused, and grabbed her forehead as if to analyze her more closely.

She grabbed his arm and threw him towards the closest wall. He splattered against it and then reformed.

Then he floated away.

"Meh," Taylor said.

With great power comes great apathy.

For the record, the PRT rated her Trump: Yes.