Chapter 15
Lora
froze up. Her vision skewed and sudden exhaustion overwhelmed her dread. Tench
felt her weight drag him down and he turned around to see her fade. He grabbed
her before she could fall.
“Oh
no, Pink, don’t pass out now!”
Lora’s eyes rolled up in her head. She took a
deep breath and went limp in his arms. Tench looked back at the thing with a
sneer.
“Clive Ogden, the Electric Beaulieu, the
Lecherous Lad of London.”
Clive put his hand to his chest.
“That’s cute, yes. After a show of my distortion,
I’m introduced to a fourth wall that exists in the knight in spandex armors
head as he holds his elegant prize, just like in the comics. It’s quite distinctive,
actually.”
Tench glanced at Lora, the tension from Clive mounting
on his shoulders.
“What do you want?”
Clive waved his hand.
“Oh, I was watching you turn your back on me
before striking and wondering why some new Pink Lemon, it looks like, would lose
her shit like that. I assume that it’s to make your life more difficult.” Clive
chuckled.
Tench bit his lip. His training brought to
mind a tactic for planting seeds in the enemy’s head.
“Well, maybe you aren’t attacking because
there’s some sort of compassion in you.”
Clive huffed.
“Oh come on. You clearly weren’t paying
attention to what I had done to poor Crimson Cherry. Honestly, some sort of
compassion? You sound like that cow, Florence.”
Tench
frowned.
“There is a thing that you could do—-”
“Nope,
denied.” He stretched out and punched Tench in the chin. The two heroes went
spiraling to the ocean.
Clive
smiled and looked at his hand. He flexed it and it pivoted back into his wrist while
letting a reserve hand come out the other end. He flexed his new hand.
“Cake.” He watched the duo twirl for a moment,
and then dove down for the kill, bowing his hands to build electricity.
Lora’s eyes fluttered open.
The
earth climbed up to her at a blazing speed with an oil tanker directly below. Lora
gasped, now fully awake. She flailed for a moment in a panic, and then she tried
to gain control of her momentum. She tilted her head up and curved her back to
emulate an airplanes nose being turned upward. She closed her eyes and held her
head up with a protesting back.
Lora
made a wide arc above the ship’s bow, inches from grazing the deck. Her stomach
dropped as she sought clearance back into the air. She flew parallel to the
deck and a cabin sprung up in her path. She screamed and continued her arc
while rolling a few degrees to the side. Lora jerked back at the last second
and swore that her stomach had barely brushed the corner wall. She had passed
the ship, but hadn’t gained any more control.
Lora
nearly gave a celebratory vomit for her aerodynamics, but it was cut short. Her
trajectory made her set to collide with a large, land-mounted crane.
“No, no, no!”
Lora’s speed was dropping, but she was still a
bullet on a set straight path. She felt as if she was riding an invisible rail
toward the crane. Lifting her nose again would result in a head on collision
with one of the four pillars. Lora closed her eyes and winced. She entered a
center opening and was set to leave, but she did not have a chance to relish in
enjoying her luck.
Lora’s
shoulder pressed on a pillar on her way out and scratched a protruding bolt.
The friction burn and resulting tear burned worse than a dry California summer.
The slight change in momentum was enough to send her spiraling out of control.
She screamed as the both force of gravity and velocity took her elsewhere. She
never had the chance to gain her bearings. She collided at a full stop with a faraway
brick wall, her other shoulder was imbedded in enough to hold her in place.
A
moment passed with Lora’s mouth in a painful and silent scream. She squeaked. Both
of her shoulders burned in agony, one more than the other. She was still dizzy
and feeble. She reached up to try to inspect the damage, but she paused when
she felt herself being dislodged.
“Oh no! Please!”
Lora fell from the impression. She tried to
grab the edge on instinct but her arm screamed and her voice wasn’t too far
behind. Lora plummeted to the parking lot, and flew up in a successful arc. She
heard herself breathe and she stole a glance at her burning shoulder. It was soaked
with blood.
Lora saw Tench fly up to her with Clive not
far behind. Lora sighed with relief, but a gleam in the distance caught her
eye.
Sarra.
Lora
took a detour and flew past Tench. He called out to her, sighed and followed.
Sarra lay flat as a puddle of silver,
frightened with her recent experience. In the entire dome of the earth above
her, she saw her sister flying up followed by Tench, and… Sarra was not sure of
what she did, but it equated to squinting, and she got a better view of Clive. …That
thing! She felt herself literally boil and ebb.
Lora landed near her sister. Before Lora could
execute any sort of care, Sarra shot up, immediately resuming her form without
color, and screamed to the sky with a terrible fury. Lora jumped and backed up
several steps.
Sarra’s mirror sheen vanished, and her color
returned, a little oversaturated. She gritted her teeth and flew up at Clive,
creating a boom that sent Lora onto her back. Lora squealed in agony and almost
passed out again.
Sarra rushed at her assailant. Clive stopped,
impressed with the tenacity, and threw his arm out to attack. Sarra wanted that thing dead. She paid attention to
the arms course and covered it in ice up to the shoulder at the last second. Clive
looked at his frozen appendage, puzzled. Sarra shot up to Clive’s head, wound
her arm back, and let her ice charge.
“Hey Hot Dog, here’s your
own brain free—”
Clive grabbed Sarra’s face with his other arm.
Sarra didn’t feel any pain after the literal shock of being blinded, but she
did feel that she had lost control of her body. Sarra wanted to scream with
rage, but nothing came of it. Clive parted his fingers so that Sarra could see.
“I’m sorry, love, who’s the hot dog?”
Sarra’s amber eyes blazed with hatred.
Clive smirked and threw the hero away. He studied
his frozen arm, and caught sight of Lora following Sarra. Tench noticed the
frozen twenty-foot appendage, and decided to finish the job. He charged up his ice.
Before he was ready to release his snowstorm, Clive smacked him with his free
hand. Tench lost control and writhed in midair. He screamed.
Clive pushed him away and hauled his burden
off to follow the sisters. The frozen arm hit Tench, and he tried his best to
keep hold. While his body was limp, he forced himself to generate some ice and
affix himself to the block. Clive looked down at him and tried to shake him off
as he flew.
Chapter 16
She was in agony. Anne Redford has
always had a modest grip on her power, but this ascent was an overload. It was
too much, too overpowering … too painful. Anne cried out, in over her head over
the lack of control. Her tummy hurt, her knees hurt, her fingers hurt, her eyes
hurt and even her toes hurt; but her head… and feelings hurt the most.
Anne had trusted William Garner, she trusted
Florence Sanders, she trusted her parents, and she had the heart to take a
chance and trust those who were nice to her. Morgan le Fay, though, was not a
person to be trusted. She was a bad
person that could not be trusted, and she wished that Dr. William Garner
had been able to see that.
Morgan sat at the console, watching Anne’s
power levels rise and reading the information that she desperately sought.
“Rise, rise dial, it is imperative that you
meet my demands, rise. Rise! Time is of the essence!” A smile peppered with
frustration graced her blue hued lips.
Garner ambled in from outside. He was
disheveled and tired from dealing with Crimson Cherry. He had an awful, awful
headache from Clive knocking his head against the wall, which did not help the
matters any. He looked at Anne, and then turned away when she started screaming
again. Her wails were like tens of thousands of hot, poisonous needles pressing
into his chest.
Morgan watched the levels rise on psionic
capacity, electrical current, and the likelihood of a one-one genetic lineage
being passed on. All things seemed to be perfect, but… they were also too
perfect.
Morgan had all the data needed, so she decided
to evaluate the lot and see if her hypothesis was correct. She read the data
and felt hot wax run down her throat as she read. The meta power and genetic
code were two different things linked together, working together to pass each
other on to the next generation. A terrible virus attached to human DNA to
allow meta powers. It was not a normal mutation; she was sure of it. Morgan
looked up at Anne and swallowed the lump in her throat.
“That’s it, Walter. Do you see? … All of them…
Leon is building his army… and I was the first…”
Anne screamed for her mother. Garner felt his
chest burn hotter than his already massive headache. He had had enough. He drew
strength from inside himself and plodded up.
“Morgan, I’m not usually a violent person but—”
A piece of concrete fell in his path.
Garner
lost his focus and shrieked. Morgan caught sight of him and looked around.
There were cracks in the drywall, and shelves of computer parts had fallen to
the ground, unbeknownst of Morgan’s knowledge.
Anne growled, trying her hardest to compress
her unrequited fury, but there was a surge coming; she could feel it. She
screamed again as her head felt like it was being ripped in half with a
white-hot saw. The whole building rumbled and Morgan’s machine exploded. She shielded
her face and stepped back, pulling her wand out.
“Stay close to me William.” Morgan waved her
wand.
“You need to bring her down from this rush!
You could kill her!” Garner yelled.
“I can neither stop her, nor do I care to. I
have the data that I need from her.”
A bubble materialized around them both; a meta
human force field. Anne’s screams became hoarse, and her silent sobs were lost
among the rumbling. Garner was about to retaliate, but he heard a crack above.
He looked up to see that the entire roof had collapsed and that he was in the
line of fire. Garner screamed as Morgan escaped, the bubble splitting into two.
Garner bent down on his haunches and protected himself.
He had several thoughts run through his head, he
had regret for mistreating Anne, his jumping the gun, and wondering why he
cowered down and did not run. He also thought that the concrete was taking a
while to land. Garner looked up from his hands; no excess rubble littered the
floor.
The
impact had not come.
He
looked up to see that the roof was breaking apart, and swirling into a small point
in the cloud… as were the walls, the rogue shelves, pieces of equipment,
furniture, and the heroes.
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