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Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 9

She frowned. “And you know, preventing Lee from finding something out isn’t the only reason the previous Bloodmaidens might not tell me something. It’s just as possible that they made an arrangement with him to push me in some direction. All they have to do is give or withhold the right information at the right time.”

Shaking her head, she pushed herself off the stool. “Anyway, that’s all I’ve got. Unless you need anything else, I should go to bed.”

I shook my head. “That’s all for me. I should sleep too. I know I’ve got stuff to hand in tomorrow. If I go to bed soon, I’ll be able to do it tomorrow morning.”

And with that, we both left, me to my room and her to her car. Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 9

Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 8

She passed me the die and I looked down at it where it sat on my palm. It felt warm, warmer than my hand and the room anyway.

Then an idea struck me. “Could you make it glow when I touch it? It doesn’t have to be much—ideally about as much as it would when the uh… donor comes near.”

Amy scowled. “Now? If you’d asked me before, it would have been easy, but now I’d either have to undo it and remake it—and believe me, you can’t guess how hard that would be—or…”

Her voice trailed off and she stared at me. “Of course that only applies to normal people. For you, it will be easy. Hold out your hand—not the one with the die.” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 8

Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 7

Nodding, I said, “Then what do you need?”

“Not much more than this,” she held up the vial between us. “I’ve got the rest on me.”

Then she pulled out a knife from her backpack along with several clear, plastic bags filled with different colored powders. “Sometime I should ask you if you have spare space down here. I’ve got more equipment that I can’t keep out in my dorm room. I keep what I can in my backpack.”

Eyeing the bags, I thought about HQ. “We can make space. We’ve got some rooms we’re mostly using for storage. Back during the original League’s time, everyone had their own separate space. Right now, I’m the only one who cares.” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 7

Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 6

Amy didn’t appear in the next instant, but it didn’t take too long—maybe five minutes.

When she did appear, she walked through the door with frown on her face that edged close to a snarl and a quick but stiff walk.

Taking in her expression as she walked through the door and took a seat on the stool next to mine, I said, “I hope you didn’t feel like you had to come. This could have waited until tomorrow.” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 6

Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 5

I couldn’t call Amy at nearly midnight. Well, maybe I could, but she’d left with Vaughn. Even if they weren’t officially dating anymore, what they were doing looked exactly like dating—which meant that any texts I made might interrupt nakedness.

I didn’t want to be that guy.

Tara’s voice, high pitched but steady sounded in my helmet. “They teleported away with Abominator technology.”

Chris and Sydney stood in front of the office building, each of them looking in opposite directions next to the bodies of the tentacled beasts they’d killed.

Chris asked, “Are you sure?” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 5

Deeper In: Part 4

“It’s complicated,” I said, and after a pause to put the story together in my head, I told her about Sandy and Emmy, Victor, the birthing chamber, the ansible, and the walk down the beach. I didn’t mention everything Kals had told me because if there were ever a time to go into that, it wasn’t now.

“So, basically,” I finished, “now everyone’s going to believe we’re an item or want to be.”

Jeremy looked up from grabbing two more pieces of pepperoni pizza. “I did my internship this summer at a physics lab near Chicago. I’m pretty sure nobody was having sex with anybody there and if they were, I don’t want to imagine it.” Continue reading Deeper In: Part 4

Deeper In: Part 3

“I guess,” I said. “I think she’s on our side, but she kind of tricked me into doing what she wanted. I think I’d have been just as uncomfortable with having people think I was cheating on Haley if I’d known she was setting that up. She could have asked me.”

Vaughn glanced right and moved his car into the right lane, roaring past the three cars that had been ahead of us, hitting close to ninety miles per hour as he did it.

On a Saturday morning, the freeway would have been almost empty, but this was Friday around 7 pm in the middle of the city during one of the last weekends of summer.

There were cars—not as many as rush hour, but more than Saturday morning. Vaughn weaved back into the middle lane and I reminded myself that he’d only ever crashed cars when he was drinking and driving. Continue reading Deeper In: Part 3

Dealing With It: Part 3

“That’s more than we knew.” I looked over at her and Tara smiled at me. “Do you have any idea when that happened? The year? Or if we’re lucky, maybe a specific date?”

Tara’s expression went blank again for a few seconds. “No, but a lot of the stories sound like they could take place in this year. My mother’s and father’s stories both include mentions of the Heroes’ League as one of the first groups to face the True.”

“Cool,” Vaughn grinned and asked Tara, “how did we do?”

Tara frowned. “You all died—not all at once, but eventually.” Continue reading Dealing With It: Part 3

Dealing With It: Part 2

Tara frowned, but then her face went blank as her brain went into whatever state allowed her to predict opponents’ moves before they made them and recognize patterns of human behavior by connecting details no one else remembered.

Then she took a breath and relaxed, becoming the Tara I was more used to. “The True aren’t historians. We could have kept everything about the story if we’d wanted to, but it’s important to the leaders of the True to revere the Designer as the one who decided what it meant to be one of the True.

“My parents each told me their battalion’s version of the story and then I heard half a dozen different versions wherever we moved in Infinity City. Every group of the True has their own and they’ll tell it to anyone willing to listen.

“I don’t know which one is real. Maybe all of them are. I don’t know enough to figure that out, but I can tell you what’s common to all the versions I know. Maybe that will be close enough.” Continue reading Dealing With It: Part 2

Dealing With It: Part 1

“It makes sense,” Haley pulled her chair out from under the table and sat down next to me. “It’s the right thing to do, but I don’t like it.”

Short with black hair and olive skin, Haley frowned. We’d been going out since my senior year of high school and after years of being together, I knew her well enough that I knew both what bothered her and that she’d be telling me aloud anyway.

“She and her boyfriend stole our plans and then handed it over to the Coffeeshop Illuminati. From what I heard, she’s the one with the connection to the Illuminati.” Continue reading Dealing With It: Part 1