Quakerider: Finding You

Chapter 5

Daisy and her soulmate had mostly written sentimental, slightly soft songs up to this point. It made both of them feel less alone, like some someone understood.
Now, however, Daisy was pissed at some Watchdogs, which had gotten away, and she needed to vent the most violent song she could find.
"First things first, I'ma say all the words inside my head. I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh. The way that things have been, oh ooh."
He took only a couple seconds to respond. Daisy guessed he knew this one.
"Second things second, don't you tell me what you think that I could be. I'm the one at the sail, I'm that master of my sea, oh ooh. The master of my sea oh ooh."
Daisy channeled her anger into the lyrics she was inking onto her skin with a washable marker.
"I was broken from a young age, taking my sulking, to the masses. Writing my poems to the few that look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me, singing from heartache to the pain, taking my message from the veins, speaking my lesson from the brain, seeing the beauty through the..."
"PAIN! You made me a, you made me a believer! Believer! PAIN! You break me down and build me up believer! Believer! Pain, oh let the bullets fly oh let them rain. My life, my love, my drive it came from... PAIN! You made me a, you made me a believer! Believer!"
Daisy smirked as she started the second verse.
"Third things third, send a prayer to the ones up above. All the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh ooh. Your spirit up above, oh ooh."
"I was choking in the crowd, building my rain up in the cloud, falling like ashes to the ground, hoping my feelings, they would drown. But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing, inhibited, limited, till it broke open and rained down, you rained down, like..."
"PAIN! You made me a, you made me a believer! Believer! PAIN! You break me down, you build me up, believer! Believer! Pain, oh let the bullets fly oh let them rain. My life, my love, my drive, it came from... PAIN! You made me a, you made me a believer! Believer!"
"Last things last, by the grace of the fire and the flames, you're the face of the future. The blood in my veins oh ooh. The blood in my veins oh ooh."
"But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing, inhibited, limited, till it broke open and rained down. It rained down, like..."
"PAIN! You made me a, you made me a believer! Believer! PAIN! You break me down and build me up, believer! Believer! Pain, oh let the bullets fly oh let them rain. My life, my love, my drive, it came from... PAIN! You made me a, you made me a believer! BELIEVER!"
After they had wiped that off, the guy seemed a little concerned.
"That song seems kind of aggressive. It's not me you're mad at, right?"
Daisy sniggered and wrote back, "Nope. Some guys I was beating up got away."
Shit. She really shouldn't have said that. Whoever her soulmate was, he didn't need to know that while she was Daisy Johnson, she was also a vigilante known as Quake. Actually, he didn't even know she was Daisy Johnson, so she he really didn't need to know that she was Quake.
She remembered one time when Bobbi told her about the first time she'd written to Hunter.
"I was sixteen," Bobbi had recalled, "I told him that if he was anti-feminist, he had better just kill himself now before I met him and kicked his ass. Honestly, it's a miracle I didn't scare him away."
"You didn't scare me away because I am a feminist, and I have always had a thing for strong women, love," Hunter had said, smirking.
"Still," Bobby had said with a slight smile, "You should never, ever try to say something that blatant unless you're sure what kind of person your guy or girl is."
Well, looked like yet again, Daisy was ignoring her friends' very good advice.
To her surprise, the guy wrote back, "Yeah, it's annoying when they run."
Daisy had no idea what she was supposed to say to that.
On the one hand, this guy could be a vigilante, like her. She'd never heard of another one, but it was possible there was a less well-known one than her out there. She'd have to remember to do research on that later.
But on the other hand... this guy could be in a gang, or a terrorist group, or something equally dangerous and horrible.
He could even be a Watchdog.
Oh, God. What if he was a Watchdog?
"And by that I mean sometimes I have to beat up guys who beat up on my brother," the guy wrote.
Daisy exhaled. Good. That sounded like a legit explanation. And if he was lying... well, he didn't even know her name yet, so she was probably safe.
"Yeah, I have to beat up people who beat up on my," Daisy hesitated before writing, "family, too."
In a way, she guessed all the Inhumans were her family. They were all descended from a common group, she guessed. Distant cousins.
...which made her relationship with Lincoln seem a little weird.
Seeming to sense the awkwardness, whoever Daisy's soulmate was didn't write again, washing the words away.
Daisy wondered if he had been lying about beating up people who beat up his brother. Not that she'd be able to tell if anything he told her was true.
She wondered if he knew where she had half-lied.