“Run!” Grue shouted.
Bitch hauled on Bastard’s chain, shouting, “Go!” She climbed halfway onto Sirius’ back, unable to climb up higher with her injured leg. Grue and I followed as Bastard crashed into one of the walls of flame, sending burning trash flying and spreading out the flaming water. Bitch rode Sirius through the break, and Grue and I hurried after.
Hot.
I stumbled as the heat built. I was supporting Grue as best as I was able with the pain in my ribs protesting even the slightest movements of my arm, let alone trying to support a nearly-grown teenage boy. The heat of the flames increased. I think we could have made it if it was just one or two steps, but it wasn’t. Five paces failed to carry us out of the flames. We were too slow to keep up with Bastard and make use of the way he was scattering the flames for us.
I fell in the same moment we finally got free of the flames, and Grue fell with me. There wasn’t fire underneath us, but I could still feel the heat, intense, accompanied by a blinding pain. I was on fire. The water was too shallow to extinguish the fires as they licked around us, and even rolling in it failed to do anything substantial.
Grue smothered us in darkness. I’d fought alongside him before, I’d been under the effects of his power countless times, but this was different. I was hurting, I wanted to find solutions, and now I couldn’t see. I couldn’t even use my swarm sense to assess the situation, because the flames Burnscar had spread around the area were limiting my bugs’ movements. Our enemies, Mannequin and Burnscar, were similarly out of my reach. I felt a swelling panic as I thrashed, trying to immerse myself.
I felt something heavy on top of me, then three quick taps on my shoulder. A signal? Grue. I didn’t fight him as he used what must have been his jacket to pat me down and splash water onto me. I felt the water touch bare skin.
The pain and the heat continued as Grue hauled me to my feet, but the rational part of me knew he wouldn’t do that if I was still on fire. I was burned. It hurt, but I wasn’t in imminent danger from anything or anyone except Burnscar and Mannequin.
Using my power, I found difficulty at every turn. Everywhere I sent my bugs, I encountered fire. I felt like a blind person tapping their cane around himself to get a sense of the surroundings, encountering only danger, destruction. A picture was gradually unfolding, and it was an ugly one.
We ran, Grue leading the way. We fell four times. My legs and back were burned, Grue had his injured leg, and we were running slightly downhill. He was clutching my shoulders hard enough that it hurt, and leaning heavily on me with every other step, while my legs had none of the strength needed to support him.
When we moved past the darkness, we were standing in the midst of the shattered Boardwalk. We half-slid and half-climbed down the ruined area to the beach, and walked over to the water’s edge. From our new vantage point, we could see what Burnscar had done.
My territory was on fire.
Grue’s shadows still covered the ground levels of the area, but I could make out the tops of the taller buildings. Not every building burned, but there were enough. Rain fell around us, but it wouldn’t matter against a blaze like that. In the gloom, the plumes of smoke that were as thick around as any building appeared black against the light gray backdrop of gray rainclouds.
“Come on, Taylor,” Grue said. He tried to pull me to my feet, and I didn’t move. ”We can deal with all that later. Right now, we’ve just got to get away. We survive.”
“Survive,” I muttered.
I’d been prepared to die against Mannequin if it meant removing one monster from the world. It was a pretty good indication of how much I valued my life at these days. I’d cut ties with my dad, dropped out of school, helped get Lung arrested and started chain of events that had led to the ABB terrorizing tens of thousands of people. I’d served as a distraction so a power-hungry supervillain could kidnap a girl and keep her drugged up in some underground cell for months. I’d stood by to let a man die. I’d become a full-fledged villain. Pledged to protect people and then let them die horribly. Not once, not twice, but three times.
What the hell had I been thinking, wanting to become a superhero?
“Come on,” Grue urged me.
I stood, leaning against the concrete wall that divided the beach from the street above.
“Genesis is going to be there,” I said. ”We need to go find her and help her.”
“We’re too hurt to do anything,” Grue answered, “Genesis can handle herself. She can always make a new body with her powers.”
“And her real body? She had it sent to my lair.”
Grue paused. ”Your lair could be on fire.”
“Exactly.”
He considered for a few moments. ”Alright. Just let me call Bitch.”
“Don’t.” I stopped him as he got his phone in hand.
“What?”
“A call at the wrong time, her ringer going off, it could mean alerting the enemy about her position or distracting her. Wait.”
He nodded, and we ran.
Grue was letting his darkness dissipate, for the most part, as we were under cover and out of the way. We made our way to the storm drain, using the wall for support. We headed through the secured doors and into my cellar, then up the stairs to the main floor.
My lair wasn’t burning down, but I could see the faint flicker of flame on nearby buildings through the slits on the shutters. A quick investigation with my power showed that it wasn’t anything serious. I set bugs in place as an early warning system.
We headed straight for the bedrooms. I wasn’t expecting to see what I did.
There must have been fifteen of them. Kids, none of them older than ten, some as young as four. There were three to a bunk, sitting up or lying down. Charlotte was with them, the eldest.
“Don’t be mad,” she said, in a small voice.
“Mad?”
She spoke quietly, as if the kids wouldn’t hear, “I didn’t know where else to take them. Sierra said we had to hide, that Mannequin was coming. I saw him killing people without even moving. He went after families, but he was focused on the parents, not the kids. He killed them and let the kids run-”
“Stop.” My voice was harder than I meant it to be. ”I don’t want to hear it.”
This is my failure.
“I didn’t know where else to take them.”
“You did good,” I said. I sounded like Burnscar did. No emotion behind the words. ”Someone else should have come here. A girl or a woman, probably with an escort.”
Charlotte didn’t answer, but moved aside.
Genesis.
Genesis slept on one of the bunks I’d set aside for my employees. Her face was contorted in an expression of concern. Average looks, if a little round-faced, she had long eyelashes, and her auburn hair was a mop.
She had to sleep to use her power. Could we afford to disturb her? If we tried to move her and she woke up, would it mean taking her out of the middle of a fight where she could do something to Burnscar or Mannequin?
“Where are the rest of my people?” I asked.
“Sierra divided us into teams and sent each of us in a different direction, telling us to get people to evacuate. I almost ran right into Mannequin. I hid and saw him attack.”
I felt out with my power, sticking exclusively to the building interiors, to avoid inadvertently barbecuing my bugs and frittering away my resources. I used the bugs in the area to try to get a headcount. The geography and the spread of people in this area was becoming familiar to me. Very few were still alive and in this area. Too many had died. How many bodies were there? Thirty? Forty?
I didn’t want to think about it.
“Charlotte, did you come in through the front door or the other entrance?” I asked.
“Front door. I was thinking about taking these kids and running for it, but I didn’t know if you’d want-”
“Secrecy is not that important right now. Take them down to the storm drain and stay
there. It’s more or less fireproof, it’s not going to collapse on their heads, and it’s a better hiding spot than this.”
It seemed like getting orders invigorated her. ”Okay. Come on, guys. Get ready, shoes on, this way.”
The kids began to get sorted and follow Charlotte’s instructions as she herded them out of the room, staying by the door to ensure nobody was left behind. There were no complaints and there was nothing like chatter or crying from the kids. How many of them had watched their parents die for them? They were so stoic, or shocked.
Grue looked at me, “What are you thinking?”
“They take cover, we stay. I’m going to try to use my swarm to get a sense of where Genesis is and how the fight’s going. The second things go south or this area gets too dangerous, we get her out of here.”
“You’ll need this,” Charlotte said.
I hadn’t noticed it with all the people in the room. At the foot of the bunk, in the corner of the room, there was a folded up wheelchair.
Can’t ever be easy.
“That might complicate things if we have to run for it,” Grue said.
I didn’t have a response to that.
Charlotte left with the kids, and we took the time to manage our wounds. I headed into the ground floor bathroom to run cold water over the burns on my legs and back. Grue sat on the toilet’s lid and began gathering the necessary things from the first aid kit.
My power found Genesis, but only briefly. She was big, some sort of flying pufferfish with a hard exterior and tentacles. It was a hard image to piece together. She floated slowly over the streets, and the bugs that I had on her died as Burnscar pelted her. I tried to send some bugs after her, but she disappeared into the side of a burning building as they approached. I tried and failed to find where she’d teleported to. Frustrating. Whatever her destination, it was a place my bugs couldn’t touch, so I had to wait for her to move away or start attacking from another vantage point.
Nearly half a year ago, I’d gotten my powers when I was trapped in a locker, wanting to be anywhere but where I was then. I’d reached out, my mind extending out for something, anything to distract me and draw my focus away.
I wasn’t trapped in a locker, but I felt very close to how I had then. Except it wasn’t the feeling that I was trapped. My power’s range hadn’t increased. It felt like that in a different way.
“We can’t do this,” I said.
“Hmm?” Grue had torn open his pants leg and was suturing one of the cuts.
“We can’t endure this. We won’t last.”
“We got unlucky and took the brunt of it. We’ll get a breather.”
“Will we? These guys are experts in preying on weakness! They’re going to target us and come after us until we can’t defend ourselves, they’ll kill us, then they’ll go after Panacea, or Armsmaster, or Hookwolf, or Noelle, and they’ll do the same thing!”
“Taylor.”
I pushed myself to a standing position. ”They’re going to do the same thing they’re doing to us, and they’re not just going to win. They’re going to ruin everything while they do it!”
“Stop!”
I hobbled past him, and he grabbed my wrist. Between anger and the fact that my sleeve was wet with the water of the shower, I managed to rip my hand from his grip. ”Don’t. Don’t do that.”
“What do you think you’re going to do?”
“I’m going out there. They’re just bullies. They’re powerful, they’ve got every advantage, but that’s all the more reason we can’t let them get away with this. I’ll bait them out, or find where they’re hiding. I can take Burnscar down if I can get the right bugs to bite her, or sting her enough times. I just have to do something. I can’t just stay here and let them get away with this.”
“You’re so hurt you can barely walk. If they find you, you won’t be able to run.”
“Sick of running.”
He stood and followed me. He got ahead of me despite the fact that he was probably hurt worse than I was. I ducked around him, and he pushed me against a wall. ”Don’t do this. If you want to get revenge on those guys, if you want to help your people, you need to stop, rest, recover and plan.”
I struggled briefly, but the pain in my ribs and the burn on my back made that far more trouble than it was worth, and it was already pretty futile.
Hated this. Hated feeling weak, even if it was Grue I was comparing myself to.
My bugs alerted me to movement from Genesis. I didn’t say anything to Grue, and simply waited as she grabbed her wheelchair, unfolded it and transitioned into it, before wheeling out into the hallway.
“Did we wake you?” Grue asked.
“No. I can’t be woken by anyone except myself if I’m like that. It’s more like a coma than sleep. You were watching me?”
Grue and I nodded. He must have felt self-conscious, because he backed off, letting go of me. I did note that he positioned himself between me and the end of the hallway. I wouldn’t be able to run for the cellar or the front door without going past him.
It didn’t really matter. He was right. Maybe I would have gone on if he hadn’t stopped me, using my anger and frustration to drive myself forward until I got myself killed. Grue and Genesis had, in their individual ways, interrupted that. I felt simultaneously angry at him and embarrassed that he’d had to stop me.
“What happened?” I asked Genesis, trying not to look at Grue.
She glanced between the two of us. ”Realized Mannequin was using a gas, got a form together to fight that and occupy him, like you recommended, but he wasn’t there when I reformed. Burnscar was.”
“Mannequin forfeited his turn. Burnscar went up next,” I explained.
“Ah.”
“You manage to stop her?” Grue asked.
“No. I wasn’t prepared to fight her, but she couldn’t really hurt me either. She left.”
“Can you get a body together to fight the fires?” I asked, hugging my arms against my chest.
“I’ll try. My reserves are low.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop them.”
Grue got his phone out while Genesis retreated back to her bunk. I made my way upstairs to curl up in the armchair.
So many dead because I couldn’t save them. I felt doubly guilty because my reasons for regretting their deaths were partially selfish. It was a deathblow to my plans to seize my territory, earning Coil’s respect and make inroads into saving Dinah, one way or another.
I took off my mask and let it drop to the ground. My costume, I saw, was in tatters where it had burned.
Our enemies were good, they were smart. Mannequin had been toying with us, and we’d taken that advantage and beat him to the ground with it. But every action was calculated. Cherish was informing them, Shatterbird was apparently smart in other ways, and Jack was the brains of the operation.
Had Jack calculated things so everything would play out the way he wanted, like Mannequin was?
Grue appeared at the top of the stairs. ”Bitch isn’t replying. We should go look for her.”
“Okay.”
“You okay?” Grue asked.
“Pissed.”
“Me too. Though I get that you have more reason to be angry.”
“I just-” I stopped, clenching my fists. ”I don’t-”
I blinked back tears. Fucking contact lenses.
He wrapped his arms around me in a hug.
My face was mashed against his shoulder, his grip was too tight, my back was sore where his hand touched a spot near the burn. There was also that mess of awkwardness from when I’d confessed my feelings for him, that now seemed so minor and distant compared to everything that was going on.
“We’ll get through this.”
“No,” I said, pulling away, ”Not like this, we won’t. We fight them every time they come, we’re going to be worn out, exhausted from always being on our guard, and if these past fights have been any ind
ication, we won’t make it through eight rounds of this.”
“The way you phrase that, you don’t sound like you did in the shower.”
I shook my head. ”No. Because I’ve realized Jack wants us to focus on each of his people, one by one, because he knows it’s going to play out like it has so far, and that we won’t make it through eight rounds of this. Let’s change that dynamic. We take out testers before they get their turn. We go on the offensive.”
“Offensive? Dinah said that a direct attack would be suicide.”
“So we go for the indirect attack. They want to play dirty? Let’s play dirty back.”
13.05
Bentley had been turned on his back, and Sirius had one side of Bentley’s ribs in his jaws, pulling. Bitch was holding the other side, tugging on it with her entire body in an effort to pull it apart. Bastard was chained to a streetlight, lying on the ground with his chin on his front paws. He had shrunk from the size he was before.
She’s alive. After Bitch had gone incommunicado, I’d worried Burnscar had gotten ahold of her.
The flesh of the bulldog’s monstrous form was decaying, sloughing off and putrefying into a liquid slop over the span of seconds. As the tissues connecting the bones disintegrated, they became loose, bending in place. Bitch was trying to get the ribcage apart before the remainder of the flesh collapsed in on the dog’s real body.
“Found her,” I spoke into my phone as I hurried towards her, my rain boots splashing. ”Yeah. Contact the others about meeting.”
The pain in my legs made me gasp if I stretched my foot out the wrong way, and each gasp only triggered the pain in my ribs. The air was heated, though there were no fires in the immediate area. The hot, smoke-filled air combined with the pain in my ribs to punish even my shallower breaths.
“The fuck are you doing here?” Bitch asked.
I drew my knife and held it by the blade, extending the handle towards her. ”Helping.”
She didn’t respond, but she took the knife and climbed partway into Bentley’s body to start cutting him out of the protective sac. I stepped in and used my shoulder to help leverage the ribcage open. My legs screamed with the strain, but I could deal with the pain. It would be better to suffer some pain than let Bitch get crushed inside Bentley’s chest cavity.
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