So I recently got into Worm, and fell in love with Taylor Hebert AKA Skitter, and while I haven't finished reading it yet I heard that it doesn't end pleasantly for her. Well, I say fuck that, and since I couldn't sleep I decided that Taylor was going to get a power equally as awesome as being Queen of the Swarm, she was going to inherit the mantle of the most effective Dark Lady of the Star Wars universe (Before MMOs ruined her character, made her canonically male, and a mid level dungeon boss).

I'm not putting this in crossovers because only her power qualifies, this is all taking place in the Worm universe so I didn't see any point in mucking around with that.

So please enjoy the rise of Brockton's newest super villainess, the Dark Lady Revan.

Taylor held her knees to her chest, sobbed, breathed in the oppressing stench of rotting tampons, vomit, and shit, then she threw up what little was left in her stomach on herself yet again before letting out another sob.

"LET ME OUT!" She screamed as she slammed her fist into the side of the locker she knew that cunt Sophia shoved her into, and once again received no response for her efforts.

"WHY!?" She sobbed out not for the first time, wondering what god she had pissed off to curse her to be the personal punching bag of a psychotic bitch that some how never managed to get caught torturing her.

As she sat there Taylor Hebert fell further into herself as she realized a horrifying truth.

"I want to die..."

She had enough, a year and a half, eighteen months of psychological torture and physical abuse had driven her to the point that she wanted it all to end. She had been shoved into this locker yesterday, had been left to rot in filth, carrying a fever from what had to be lethal bloody toxicity, and with her luck STD's courtesy of the rotting tampons burning through her veins, and thus she finally gave up.

As everything faded to grey Taylor found herself startled as a strong voice spoke up, "Are you a coward?"

Fuck you, Taylor thought out. She was no coward, she had held strong when no one in authority would do anything to stop Sophia's campaign of torment. She had held it together as her dad fell deeper and deeper into apathy as mom's death slowly killed him, she held it together when Emma betrayed her and joined Sophia's group of sycophants, she'd held it together for years...

She was just...tired of holding it together, tired of waiting for someone with power to actually do their fucking jobs.

She wasn't a coward, she had just acknowledged that those in authority would never help her, so what was the point of holding on?

"Why not rebel then?"

Rebel? Fucking seriously? With what? The conditions at Winslow were bad enough for an under funded high school, exactly how was she supposed to 'rebel' against anything when the system itself was so poor they couldn't even power the third floor. The third floor that was unused, and she was the only student in the entire school who had a locker on it, away from all foot traffic and cameras.

"That's the point isn't it?"

What's the point?

"They have done everything in their power to break you, and yes while this is horrific if you curl up and die they'll only laugh, won't they? THAT is the point, they took all of your power from you and the only way to truly begin your retribution is to rebel against that. To grasp the power offered to you, to become the predator, to become the alpha that they all will learn to fear.

Taylor glanced about the empty white space surrounding her, glanced down at her hands, and whispered, "There's so many against me...what...what could I possibly do to stop it?"

The voice that had been whispering to her let out a deep bass rumble as it seethed out, "EVEN THE WOLF FALLS VICTIM TO THE TIGER TAYLOR HEBERT."

Taylor sobbed as she covered her ears, half expecting to feel blood running from ruptured eardrums as she shook her head. Blinking rapidly she met the gaze of a figure dressed in armor and robes, black and various shades of red making up most of the colour scheme, and all she could feel from the figure was imposing, unyielding power.

I'm no tiger, she thought out sadly, the figure tilted her helmed head to the side, then whispered in reply, the overwhelming power she had spoken with beforehand now gone.

"Do you want to be? The tiger that is, the predator, the one who bows to none and only answers to themselves?"

Taylor didn't hesitate as she squared her shoulders and glared at the figure before her directly, "Yes."

"Then I chose well, Taylor Hebert, now return to your life, and carry on the legacy of Darth Revan."

The armored figure touched her, then she screamed in agonizing bliss as pure power tore through her body, then, she knew nothing.

Taylor's eyes snapped open and she let out a gasp as she looked about her surroundings in near uncomprehending shock.

She was on a hospital bed, she was clean, everything smelled of antiseptics and the only noise was coming from the machine at her bed side. Taking in deep breaths she slowly sat up and stared down at her hands in confusion then shook her head slowly, had it all been a dream, a hallucination?

No... No it couldn't be, the power it...she still felt it...

With barely a thought she extended her hand towards the desk focusing on the pen sitting on it, a moment later it shot to her hand and it soon took itself apart above her palm as the various pieces began orbiting about Taylor.

Smirking she put the pen back together and then sent it back to the desk, leaning back into the bed she couldn't help the dark chuckle that escaped her lips as she closed her eyes.

Oh Sophia had absolutely no idea what she was up against now, and the hilarious part was her worst nightmare would never have been a thing if she hadn't triggered her rise to power.

The irony was...delicious.

Slipping back into the realm of Morpheus Taylor couldn't help but think that Revan was a rather good name for a super villain.