by John McCrae
For a heartbeat, I thought she’d used her power on him. When the debris, dust and chunks of building began stirring and orbiting a central point that continued his general trajectory, I realized it was his power.
Wanton didn’t hesitate as radioactive dust exploded around and inside his new body. If anything, it proved an advantage, as the dust provided more material to work with and the damage to the street let him pull up chunks of pavement. He closed the distance to our opponent and began thrashing her. One of her arms snapped and dangled as one large chunk struck her.
Grue’s attacks weren’t terribly effective. There were only half the number of explosions, but they were sufficient to kill bugs if they happened to hit one. He abandoned Raymancer’s power and cast out his darkness toward the Vista. A moment later, the ground under her feet was contorting, and dust was rising around her.
To our right, Rachel and Bastard were closing in on the Vista. Her foot was contorted by Regent’s power, and her neck was craning at awkward angles, making it harder for her to focus on them and use her own abilities.
She backed away, raised her one good hand in their direction, and promptly bumped into Imp. Before the pseudo-Vista could react, she had a taser pressed to her neck.
Rachel closed the distance, Bentley loping forward. My bugs caught her voice. An order, not too hard to make out. Not with the context.
“Kill,” Rachel said, her voice quiet. The bulldog picked up the Vista in his jaws and bit down until an audible series of cracks marked the breaking of a dozen major bones. He shook her like a rag doll, no doubt snapping her neck and aggravating every injury he’d just inflicted. The girl was dead in an instant.
Rachel’s ordered him to drop the body, ordered Bastard to back away from the carcass, and then took hold of Bastard’s chain. She started to wheel Bentley around to rejoin us, but I was already drawing arrows in the air. Wanton wasn’t at risk from the radiation in his new form, apparently, but Rachel and her dogs were. There was nothing saying that any radiation wouldn’t be able to penetrate the monstrous flesh and hit the dog nestled in the core.
Kicking Bentley into an all-out run, she led Bastard in an all-out toward the one on the rooftop. No hesitation. No apparent remorse.
Rachel and I had grown closer, to the point of maybe being friends on top of being teammates. Whatever rifts had formed between us were largely mended, and she trusted me as a leader. With all that in mind, it was sometimes hard to remember that she was still Rachel at the core of it. If her psychological wiring didn’t give her any real empathy for her fellow human beings, it wasn’t about to give her any for human-esque beings.
Tecton slammed one gauntlet into the ground, creating a crack that rushed toward the taller Vista. It exploded in a geyser of debris and dust as it reached her. She staggered, then staggered again as Grue landed a shot with Raymancer’s power. She tried to raise one hand to defend herself, but the thin, curved bone of her upper arm had been shattered. Her broken arm dangled in front of her.
With the topographical map my swarm provided, I noted the presence of thick veins standing out on her arm, where the weight of the dangling limb pulled the skin tight against the shattered bone. I barely thought about it, sending my bugs to the area, biting deep into the largest one, working together so that one hornet might pull one way, a beetle pulling another, to better rend the flesh or positioning it for a stronger bug to bite into.
She jerked in reaction, and blood began flowing. Beads of it at first, but the skin was pulled tight and the bugs were relentless. It virtually tore between the combination of damage and strain. A small river of blood flowed, intermittently spurting.
That would be an artery, not a vein. Fuck me. I tried to suppress the quiet horror that took hold of me as my bugs tracked the blood pouring down her arm, trickling off her fingertips in individual streams.
Still fighting to avoid being brained by Wanton’s telekinetic storm, the tall Vista let out a drawn out half-moan, half-scream, equal parts despair and anger. It didn’t sound exactly normal, but that didn’t surprise me. What made my blood run cold was that she almost sounded like a young girl might. A little too close to reality for comfort.
She went all-out with her power, aimless, directionless. Street signs, mailboxes, piles of debris, walls and sections of road began twisting and bulging. Grue laid down a blanket of darkness all around us, aiming to dampen the spread of the radioactive particles. I wasn’t sure how that worked, but Tattletale thought it did, and I wasn’t about to complain. I’d settle for a white lie if it meant we were able to stay focused on fighting, rather than the cancer we’d have five years from now.
It took ten seconds before the Vista collapsed. Only ten seconds to bleed out to the point of unconsciousness. The blood continued pumping free, and nobody leaped forward to staunch the flow.
I sensed some of the faster capes from Miss Militia’s group making their arrival on the scene.
The wound the rooftop-Vista had sustained from Raymancer was shallow, the majority of it consisting of surface damage to her artificially smooth, thick skin and to her ribs. I’d only peripherally been aware I was doing it, but my bugs had seized on the opportunity to dig in and attack the more vulnerable flesh of the open wound. She barely seemed to care, focusing her efforts on diverting incoming fire and trying to distort the rooftop to force Grace to fall off. That changed when several bugs found a hole leading into the empty space surrounding her lungs.
In that same moment, the Vista started trying to claw the bugs out of the shallow cavity. The distraction afforded one of the heroes a chance to catch her in the head with a gobbet of foam. A smaller containment foam blaster?
Flying capes closed the distance and settled around her. There was a brief dialogue that I couldn’t make out with the unfamiliar voices. Someone said something about foam, there were a few words of argument from a pair, and one pressed a finger to their armband, saying something about a captive.
It was Miss Militia who responded through the armband. She gave a curt order, and several capes turned away. One of the capes who hadn’t took aim and shot the fallen girl between the eyes.
The fight was over. The heroes were already moving north in pursuit of Noelle. I signaled for Rachel to return.
That moan-scream the tall Vista had made was still ringing in my ears. It had been way too human for my tastes.
There was no doubt she’d been going all out. Raymancer was on his knees, supported by Tecton. He’d taken a hit of the dust straight to the face. If Tattletale was right… he’d just taken a lethal dose of radiation. The clone hadn’t even flinched in delivering the attack.
I’d had fights like this. Dealing with the Nine had been much the same, had demanded we hold nothing back, had involved enemies who didn’t hesitate. The difference was that the Nine had demanded it because anything less wouldn’t cut it. Fighting these clones, they were vulnerable. They only defended themselves so they could keep causing damage. When I tried to hurt them, they got hurt. It sounded so lame when I framed it like that, but… it shook me.
Even knowing they were deranged, that Tattletale had confirmed they weren’t really people, I couldn’t ignore how brutal we’d been. My actions. The clones weren’t innocent, but they were innocents. If that made any sense.
And I knew I’d have to do it all over again, the next time we ran into a clone.
Tattletale touched Grue’s arm, and he banished the darkness around us.
“I’m going to die,” Raymancer said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“There’s a good chance, yeah,” Tattletale said.
“Hey,” Tecton said, “Don’t be a bitch.”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she touched her armband, “Raymancer down. He needs immediate medical attention for acute radiation poisoning. Quarantine this location, you’ll want stuff for radioactive decontamination, mobile showers if you’ve got them. Oh, and Skitter’s armband is out of commisison, we need a replacement before someo
ne mistakes her for a clone.”
“Keep close to her, Tattletale,“ Miss Militia said. “And we’ll deliver one shortly. Quarantine, civilian evacuation and decontamination are en route.“
“We’re moving on to check on Ballistic. Your man can meet us there.”
“If they can track us with the armband, they can follow us to his headquarters,” Grue commented.
“He can move bases,” I said, “Finding him fast is a bigger priority.”
“He won’t like that,” Grue said. “Going from a well set-up base of operations to some place improvised?”
“He didn’t want to come today, he deals with the fallout,” I said. I waved as Rachel approached. She was still holding Bastard’s chain. “Let’s go.”
“Tecton?” Tattletale asked.
“I… I can’t leave Raymancer here,” Tecton said.
“Wanton can watch him,” she said.
I looked at Wanton. He was still in his telekinetic form. To my swarm sense, he gave me the impression of a miniature galaxy, with dust and various objects orbiting a central point. When he moved, the outer edges took longer to catch up than the bits closer to the center, almost like a jellyfish in water.
“Hey, W,” Tecton said. “Fight’s over.”
“He can’t change back,” Tattletale said. “If he does, that dust he drew into his t.k. body is going to settle, and then he’ll be in the same shape Raymancer is. Maybe everyone in his vicinity will.”
“But-”
“But they can stick him in a decontamination shower,” Tattletale said. “Just needs to hold himself together long enough for that to happen. Not to worry. Fifteen minute decontamination and he’s clean.”
“Longest he’s ever held that form was twelve minutes.”
“Then he’ll need to hold together for longer. But we’ve got to get ahead of Noelle before the next trap is set up. We need you to come with us.”
“You want me to leave my team,” Tecton said.
“We could run into more Vistas. She warps space, distorts architecture. If the next batch is organized enough to cut off all avenues of retreat while keeping their distance, or drop more buildings on us, we’d need you to help. Rachel’s dogs aren’t going to be able to get us free if Vista buries us, or if she traps us under some bubble of stretched building.”
“Go, T,” Raymancer said.
“But you-”
“I’ll get looked after, and I’ll give Wanton he encouragement he needs to break his old record. Get Grace and go.”
“You heard the man,” Tattletale said. “You want to drive?”
“You go ahead,” Tecton said. “Driving with the suit is a hassle.”
“All the better,” Tattletale said, cheery.
Tecton didn’t reply as he got into the van. I climbed onto Bentley’s back.
The van had to take a detour, given the three sections of road that had been raised as barriers and the one fallen building. Bentley wasn’t so disadvantaged. We crossed the ruins of the toppled building.
I could smell the thick, metallic scent of blood in the same moments that his hot breath wafted past me.
I wondered if I should be in the van. I could communicate with Tattletale and Grue if I was, and it would mean I wasn’t experiencing an agonizing pain in my side every time he set his feet down with too much force or leaped an obstacle.
That said, I wasn’t sure I wanted to turn Rachel away if she was being friendly.
The van stopped to pick up Grace. They traveled down a different street, moving parallel to Rachel and I.
“…so fast?” Tecton asked. I couldn’t make it all out.
I caught the tail end of Tattletale’s reply: “… a trap.”
I drew out letters on the dashboard with my bugs: ‘Trouble?’
She shook her head. I didn’t catch what she said. She repeated herself. “…ventative measure.”
Preventative measure. She was picking up the speed so any other enemies that were lying in wait would have less time to spring any surprises on us. I scattered the bugs, left a brief ‘ok’ and then removed those. I caught Tecton saying something, but couldn’t make it out. His mask didn’t help.
I redoubled my efforts to check our surroundings and find any possible clones of Vista, Uber, Leet or Circus.
We caught up to a group of the faster-moving heroes who’d flown ahead. They were dispatching another Vista. She was shorter, thicker in the arms and legs, with a neck as thick around as her head was. The space around her was twisted into jagged shapes, with some raised into points. Two of the capes had been injured but were still fighting.
We rode past, and the van with the others gave chase.
The flying capes weren’t moving with purpose. They were roving the area, going west-to-east and back again as they moved in a general northerly direction.
We were nearly at Ballistic’s base when a digitized voice sounded over the armband. Not Miss Militia. Dragon’s A.I. “We have a sighting. All cooperating capes are ordered to stand down. Remain at your present coordinates until further notice.“
Stand down? I tapped Rachel on the shoulder, and she pulled Bentley to a stop.
The armband buzzed again, but it was Miss Militia’s voice this time. “Eidolon has found our primary target. He has requested that all capes in the area remain in position.”
I caught Tattletale pressing the button on her armband. She asked, “Why?”
Whatever program was managing communications, it didn’t see fit to convey Tattletale’s message.
The van caught up to us. Tattletale rolled her window down, and opened the back. The others climbed out to join the conversation. Grace folded her arms and hung back.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Don’t know,” Tattletale said. “But if Eidolon is fighting Noelle…”
Regent finished her sentence for her, “We might not have to worry about the end of the world happening in two years.”
“Why is Miss Militia letting this slide?” I asked. “She has to know the risk. Everyone has to know the risk.”
“She’s letting this slide because Eidolon outranks her and she has no choice,” Tattletale said. “And he’s doing this because he’s got an agenda.”
“An agenda?” Grace asked.
“Yeah.”
“He’s the top hero in the Protectorate. His agenda is doing the right thing. Is this what you guys do? You analyze the situation until you’ve twisted it into a scenario where you just have to do something?”
“Yeah,” Regent said. “We’re really good at it, too.”
“Ha ha,” Grace said, without any humor.
“Look,” I said. “Fine. You guys are helping us, so you get a say. If you guys are willing to hear me out and you decide that there’s no merit to what I’m saying, we can go along with what you want to do.”
“Hear you out?”
“Yeah. Look, you can’t deny that putting one of the most powerful people in the world in close quarters with someone who could turn Vista into those things is a fucking bad idea.”
“Sure I can.”
“Play nice, Grace,” Tecton said.
“No, I’m going to make my arguments. He’s not stupid. He knows what he can do, and he’s heard what she can do. You don’t get to be a member of the Triumvirate if you’re an idiot.”
“He’s desperate,” Tattletale said, “He’s losing his powers. He knows putting himself in dangerous situations makes his power stronger, like how one of my teammates gets a little stronger when outraged, and another gets a little stronger when feeling protective. Fighting Noelle is nearly as dangerous as fighting Endbringers.”
Endbringers. When Leviathan had attacked, it had been destruction layered on top of more destruction. Noelle was being pretty damn subtle for someone who could tear vault doors apart and generate an army of superpowered soldiers.
Even in terms of the overall impact of her assault, as far as I knew, it had been limited to one falle
n building, two injured capes and one in critical condition. It felt like too little.
Then again, the sun wasn’t up. Dinah had said Noelle wouldn’t do any real damage until dawn. Would things get worse?
“How long until sunrise?” I asked, cutting Grace off just as she started to voice a response.
“Nine minutes,” Tattletale answered.
“Dinah said the situation doesn’t start getting really bad until dawn…” I trailed off.
“You think this is why the situation goes south,” Grue said.
“It’s a possibility.”
Tattletale pressed the button on her armband. “This is really bad timing on Eidolon’s part, M.M.. Shit’s due to go down at sunrise. Can you call him off? Remind him?”
There was no indication the message went through.
“Fucking computer,” she said. “Let’s go.”
“No,” Grace said. “You said it was our call. I don’t buy the argument. We stay put.”
“Tecton?” I asked.
He was still in the passenger seat. “I don’t know. Are you willing to disobey the order and have Miss Militia okay a kill order on you?”
“Try to okay a kill order on us,” Imp said.
“Oh, well then,” Tecton said. “That’s not a problem.”
I thought about the possible scenarios that could unfold. Deranged Vistas had been brutal enough. Deranged mutant Eidolons?
“Yeah,” I said. “If it comes down to it, I’m willing.”
“Be it on your heads,” Tecton said.
“Get in if you’re coming,” Tattletale said. “Get out if you’re not.”
Tecton hesitated, but he stayed in his seat.
“Tecton?” Grace asked.
“They believe it enough to go this far. They’ve either got an unhealthy amount of conviction or they’re insane-”
“Or both,” Imp said.
“Or both. If it’s conviction, I can accept that they might know what they’re doing. The same argument you made about Eidolon being an upper echelon member of the Protectorate applies to them. They didn’t get here by being terrible at what they do.”