Super Powereds: Year 3

by Drew Hayes

  “Then . . . why were you trying so hard to get me to do the rodeo with you?” Alice asked.

  Angela let out a long sigh and walked back over to Alice, promptly rapping lightly on her fellow blonde’s skull. “Because I like you, ding-dong. You’re a fancy bitch, but from what I’ve heard, you kick some serious ass. I thought it might do you good to cut loose and go a little wild. Your friends are nice people, but hardly the most unpredictable bunch.”

  “You clearly didn’t spend enough time around Nick before he left, then,” Alice muttered.

  “Oh, yeah, I heard some tales about that kid. Point being, he’s not here anymore, and I thought you’d like having some fun at the Cowgirl Rodeo. Plus, a thousand bucks is a thousand bucks, and we’d have kicked the shit out of those other broads.”

  “You really think we’d have won?” Alice could feel some of Angela’s enthusiasm leaking into her, but she wasn’t quite sure how to stop it, or, truthfully, if she even wanted to.

  “Two HCP gals like us? We’d have wiped the floor with all the others.”

  “I’m pretty sure we can’t use our powers in bull-riding or three-beer roping, whatever that is,” Alice pointed out.

  “What ‘that is,’ is a shitload of fun,” Angela told her. “You chug three beers, then spin around three times, and then you have to rope one of the bartenders carrying around empty keg shells. And we don’t need our powers to win. We’ve got years of training and physical conditioning under our belts that the others won’t have a prayer of matching.”

  “I think two of my other friends are entering,” Alice said. “So that’s at least one more set of HCP girls in the competition.”

  A devilish grin spread across Angela’s face, the kind that made Alice feel both curious and a bit terrified all at once. “Seriously? That’s awesome! I was really worried there wouldn’t be anybody worth taking on this year. If there’s going to be actual competition, then it will be way better than I was hoping for.”

  “I think most people would prefer the easy win.” Alice wasn’t certain whether she was included in that group or not anymore. Certainly, when she’d started off in the HCP, she’d have taken a win over a challenge any day, but it was a rare week when Alice didn’t find her thoughts drifting back to last year’s aerial battle with Violet, or her duel with the Sims. Strangely, those memories conjured excitement in her, a type of fire she wasn’t entirely sure she’d ever experienced before.

  “Most people are wimps and cowards,” Angela replied. “The best battles are the ones that push you to the edge, the ones that force you to find a way to get better, or stronger, or faster, all in the heat of the moment. That’s where greatness lives.” Angela shook her head, realizing she’d gotten a bit caught up in the excitement of having proper competition. “Anyway, thanks for the heads up. I’ll make sure to pick your replacement more carefully, now that I know there are real contenders showing up.”

  “Like hell you will,” Alice replied. “We’re signing up as a team tonight.”

  “Really? Did you find my speech that rousing?” Angela asked.

  “No, but I realized that, of everyone here, you seem to be the one who enjoys all of . . . this” —Alice lifted her hands and gestured to the concrete walls around them— “the most. It might be nice to have half as much fun as you do, if only for one night.”

  “Poetic and irresponsible,” Angela said. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

  194.

  “Welcome, ye weary warriors, to my den of iniquity and ale. Partake all you like, as I hear you are in dire need of rest.”

  “Evening to you too, weirdo,” Alice replied, giving Nick a brief hug as the group entered his apartment.

  “What? I can’t get thematically in the mood?” Nick said, shutting the door and locking it firmly after Hershel and Mary had stepped through. Vince was already seated at the table, unpacking the bag he’d been tasked with carrying. “We’re playing ‘Stone the Villager’ tonight, so I thought I would talk old-timey.”

  “Iniquity and ale?” Mary asked, staring at Nick with an exasperated expression he curiously found he’d missed in his time away.

  “I provide the ale, the iniquity is on you lot to come up with. Though, Alice can save hers for tomorrow, since I’d hate for her to use up her whole stockpile before the big rodeo,” Nick said.

  “Don’t you worry about my iniquity, I’ve got loads of . . . wait, why the hell am I even humoring this discussion?” Alice shook her head and sat down at the table across from Vince. “Stop being an idiot, and let’s just play the game.”

  “Oooh, does someone perhaps have a touch of stage fright?” Nick walked over to the table, pausing to grab a soda from the fridge in the adjacent kitchen, and plopped down next to Alice. Once, he might have worried about such proximity sending the wrong message, but by this point, there were certain charades that weren’t worth the effort to keep up.

  “I’ve fought massive mechanical opponents, a professor of the HCP, and lived with you for two years. You think a little mechanical bull-riding can rattle me?”

  “To be fair, when you did those other things, you weren’t wearing skimpy jean shorts and a revealing top,” Mary pointed out.

  “Hey now, that was just Angela’s suggestion for a team outfit. I didn’t sign off on anything yet,” Alice replied. Of course, she already knew that she would, which meant Mary knew that as well, making the entire act of denial a pointless endeavor. Still, Alice persisted, because it seemed like the proper thing to do.

  “Personally, I’m just glad one of us is doing something fun for spring break,” Hershel said. He was setting up the board as Vince unpacked the components, carefully laying each tile down along the game board’s path. “All everyone else is doing is working.”

  “Jill said she had something fun planned,” Vince reminded him. “She even made us all promise to take next Wednesday off. Plus, there’s Chad’s normal day.”

  “Which will eat our Tuesday, so we need to make sure and tell Brenda,” Mary instructed. “She’s made it clear we can take what we want off, but only if we give notice.”

  “Right, we’ll tell her when we work tomorrow,” Vince agreed. “So, that’s two fun things right there.”

  “I reserve the right to see what Jill comes up with before I yield to the idea of it being fun,” Hershel said. “Though, Violet mentioned that she was bullying Will into helping, so that will at least make it interesting.”

  “Sometimes I wonder where he finds the time to cook up all those doo-dads,” Vince said.

  Mary snorted out an involuntary bark of laughter, causing the entire table to look at her. She took a moment to compose her before finally speaking. “What? He said ‘doo-dads.’ I’ve never heard anyone under seventy use, or even think, that word before. It caught me off guard.”

  “Vince Reynolds, one of the few men to take a telepath by surprise,” Nick announced. He quickly got up from his seat and hurried over to Vince, grabbing the silver-haired young man’s hand and lifting it in the air like a victorious prize-fighter.

  “And what will you be doing with your spring break?” Alice asked as Nick sauntered back to his seat. “Heading to Vegas for a whirlwind of liquor and gambling, followed up by watching some showgirls?”

  “Perish the thought,” Nick said. “Then resurrect it and put it on a pedestal, because it’s a fantastic one. But no, sadly, I’ll only be able to manage a quick trip back home at the most. The rest of my time will be spent here, frequenting your various eateries and work establishments so I can pester you while you should be working. Truly, it is a noble endeavor I undertake, but someone must bear this burden.”

  “Are you really just hanging around Lander?” Hershel asked. “I mean, you don’t have a job, you can go wherever you want.”

  “Ah, but where else would I want to go, than where my dear and wonderful friends are?” Nick said, grabbing Alice in a side-armed hug that she immediately began twisting to extricate herself fr
om. “Besides, there’s more fun to be had here than in Vegas. You can only see the same shows so many times before it gets a bit repetitive.”

  Mary managed to avoid meeting Nick’s eyes; there would be little point in the gesture. She knew why he was really staying, about the mounting danger they all faced, but only because it was impossible for him to hide such things from her. It was at the forefront of his mind when he saw everyone, if for no other reason than that he had to employ constant security precautions to make sure their meetings didn’t end in an ambush. Only Mary knew the truth, but she said nothing as Hershel finished setting up the game board.

  Knowing what was after them would make most of the others want to take action, and that would be their undoing. Nick was right; the only strategy at the moment was to work behind the scenes, and do as much damage control as possible. If they confronted Nathaniel Evers out in the open, they would certainly be able to neutralize the problem, but it would cost some of them their chances of being a Hero, at the very least. If things went truly awful, it could take a toll far more devastating than a mere career.

  As the banter continued and Hershel began passing out action cards, Mary did chance one long glance at Nick. He was smiling, making jokes, and playing the fool as usual. Sometimes, she wondered how he could bear all that he knew, and all that he’d done, with such a carefree grin plastered perpetually in place. It was a gift that both amazed and scared Mary the longer she knew him. In all their years together, she still wasn’t certain whether Nick was technically on the side of good or evil.

  All she knew was that he was on their side, and for that, she was infinitely thankful.

  195.

  As the miniature caravan of three cars pulled into the Six-Shooter parking lot, Alice ogled the generous mass of vehicles that had already arrived. Having worked at the bar since the start of the school year, she was accustomed to seeing it slammed, but never so early in the evening. The sun had barely dipped behind the horizon and already, a line of people extended out the entrance as students waited to have their IDs, some of which were undoubtedly fake, checked by the pair of beefy bouncers perched before the door. It was a testament to how desperately Lander wanted to celebrate the end of finals and the start of spring break that they were beginning the party so early. That, or Roger really had undersold his employees on just how big a draw the event was.

  Alice cut the wheel of her sedan to the right, pulling up just outside a row of filled parking spaces near the front of the club, and turned to her passengers. “I’m going through the employee entrance in the back. You all can get out here and have a shorter walk.”

  “My soon-to-be-weary legs thank you,” Mary said. She tried hard not to sound especially grumpy at the idea of a nightclub filled with loud music and drunken thoughts. Alice was attempting to step out of her comfort zone, and Mary wanted to support that. She just wished Alice would have picked an activity in a quieter place; perhaps a poetry reading at the local library.

  “Yeah, appreciate it,” Will agreed. He opened the door and undid his seat belt, sliding out into the warm spring night as Mary did the same on her side of the car.

  “I think I’ll tag along to the end,” Nick said. “I’ve never seen the back of this bar before, might make for quite an entertaining experience.”

  “That’s one of the weirdest, lamest excuses you’ve ever come up with, and for you, that’s saying a lot.” Alice kept the car idling, not shifting gears quite yet. “Don’t you want to get in line with everyone else?”

  “I trust them to wait for me,” Nick replied. “Ordinarily, I’d hope they’d save a spot, but with Vince and Thomas here, they’ll never allow something as sinful as cutting to slide.”

  “All the more reason to go get in line with them, then.”

  “Nah, I’m good.” Nick reclined his chair a few inches back, as if he were settling in for a nice, pleasant nap.

  “Suit yourself, weirdo.” Alice shifted back into gear and began heading around the large building’s exterior, navigating into the employee lot at the rear. She could see one of the bouncers standing by the door, dutifully making sure that no one tried to sneak in or hassle the employees. She gave a small wave, which the massive man returned.

  She slipped into an open space—one of the few left, as other employees had clearly shown up before their shift to make as much as possible—and killed the engine. Rather than opening her door, however, Alice pointedly clicked down the locks on her car and turned to Nick.

  “All right, what’s going on?”

  “Well, you’re about to parade around in a semi-skimpy outfit for hundreds of ogling strangers, and I’m going to drink liquor and hoot with the rest of the group as you do. Good summation?” Nick asked.

  “Nick, you’re odd, but at this point, you have to know I realize that a large extent of it is an act. You wouldn’t just come along to the back of the building with me for no reason, and since you were so persistent about it, I have to assume it’s a good one. The most logical guess is that you’re worried someone might try to attack me in a remote place like this, which would be a perfectly valid concern if I weren’t powerful enough to send you floating off into space. So you’re either pointlessly worried, or you think I’m in danger from someone stronger than me. I think we both realize you don’t do anything, not even worry, pointlessly.”

  Nick stared at her for a long moment; his brown eyes making her feel uncomfortable as they bored into her green irises. It was strange to look Nick in the eyes after so many years of the sunglasses. He still wore them on occasion, but it had become an intermittent habit, and Alice was beginning to appreciate what he looked like when she could see all of his face. At last, Nick let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.

  “You are so damned aggravating at times. I can slip so much past you, but it seems like the lies you catch are the ones I try the hardest to keep from you.” He turned away, breaking their gaze and looking out the window. “I assume you remember Nathaniel Evers?”

  “Guy I threw in a dumpster after he ruined our . . . that time at the movies, yeah.”

  “Correct. My reports say he’s starting to move again, and I fear, this time, he’s looking at all of you as pawns in the game we’re playing. Nathaniel knows that at least some of my associates are in the HCP, thanks in no small part to the level of power you showed him. He’ll want you all off the game board before he makes a run at me.”

  “Let him try.” Alice felt a flicker of cold in her stomach, a hard stone of determination that she’d previously experienced when she’d dealt with Nathaniel and fought the Sims. Strange as it was, she didn’t hate the idea of getting another go at the orange-eyed bastard. Perhaps a small part of her was even excited by the prospect.

  “I’m well aware that you’re far stronger than Nathaniel, as is he,” Nick said, turning back toward her. “But he doesn’t have to kill any of you to take you off the board, now does he?”

  Alice’s excitement quickly turned to terror as she realized what Nick was saying. If this asshole made them use their powers in public, then a secret identity infraction was inevitable. It was an HCP rule, and not even Dean Blaine would be able to protect them from that.

  “Oh, shit.”

  “Relax,” Nick said quickly. “I’m making certain that no such situation ever comes to pass. Just go on living your life as if you’d never heard this news.”

  “Yeah, that might be kind of tough,” Alice admitted.

  “I know. It’s why I tried to hide it from you in the first place,” Nick replied. “With that in mind, perhaps you wouldn’t mind keeping this from the others? Mary knows, of course, but I mean everyone else. I don’t want to worry them, since there’s nothing they can do.”

  “I’ll think about it,” Alice said. She reached over and unlocked the doors, then popped off her seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Nick followed suit, and a moment later, they were both standing in the new night’s air.

  “One last thing.” Alice l
ooked at Nick from over the roof of the car, her height making it easy to see him. “What’s the bet?”

  “The bet?”

  “Yeah, the bet. I’m about to go enter a damn contest back here.” Alice jerked her thumb toward the doorway with the lone bouncer in front. “What do I get if I come in first?”

  “Bar merchandise and a thousand dollars to split, as I recall.” A sly grin was spreading across Nick’s face as he took the meaning of the words. “But if you mean what would you get from me, well, that depends on what you want.”

  “A date. Only this time, you’re going to be the one in charge of it. Planning, paying, all that crap. I want you to take me out in a proper fashion.” Earlier in the year, Alice wouldn’t have been able to deliver such a demand without turning squeamish. As Nick stared at her over her car, he couldn’t sense so much as a flicker of fear or uncertainty in her. Not for the first time, he marveled at the woman who had grown from the girl he’d first met.

  “It’s a deal. However, if you don’t take first, then I will plan a whole day for us composed entirely of things I enjoy, and you can’t stand.”

  “I get a date, and you get a day? Seems a little unbalanced,” Alice pointed out.

  “You have Angela on your team. It’s assumed I should get better odds, since my wager is less likely to win,” Nick countered.

  “Guess it doesn’t really matter, anyway,” Alice said. “‘Cause I’m damned sure going to win this thing. A date for a day, consider it a bet.”

  196.

  Despite her looks, wealth, and social standing, Alice had never done pageants or balls. The risk that she might get overly excited or happy and start floating up to the ceiling had simply been too great. Her interactions with other women of high society had been confined to rigid, formal occasions like dinners or tea. She loathed them, and often couldn’t stand the people who enjoyed them, which had meant she was never at risk of getting so happy she committed the faux pas of floating. It was this lack of experience that caused her to nearly gag as she entered the female employee changing room—designated for contestants tonight—and choked on the mist of hairspray coating the air.