by Charlie Wood
Orion turned Keplar over. Half of his face was burnt and blackened. The old man lifted the dog’s head off the ground.
“No,” Orion said, his voice wavering. “My boy, my boy…”
Scatterbolt, Ida, and the rebels reached the clearing. Orion looked up at them.
“Scatterbolt! Everyone! Help!”
Two minutes later, the group reemerged from the forest and frantically dashed across the sand. Keplar was now strapped to a stretcher and being carried by the Rytonian Rebels’ medical staff. They had already hooked him up to several IV’s, and as they carried him toward the waiting helicopters, they quickly but methodically tended to him, checking the pupils of his eyes and applying an oxygen mask to his face.
“To the medical chopper!” Ida shouted. “Now!”
The group carrying Keplar’s stretcher ran towards one of the helicopters. Sprinting ahead of them, Scatterbolt zoomed past and opened the door. As the group rushed Keplar’s body into the chopper, the medics continued working on his burnt, smoking body.
Before Orion got into the medical chopper, he looked down the shore. Confused and frightened, Jennifer and Chad were getting into one of the other helicopters with a group of the rebels.
“Jennifer, Chad!” the old man shouted, hanging onto the doorway. “With me!”
Once Jennifer and Chad were aboard the medical chopper, it took to the skies.
Aboard the aircraft, as it soared over the Atlantic Ocean and away from the island navy base, it was a desperate race to keep Keplar alive. In the back of the helicopter, Orion, Scatterbolt, Chad, and Jennifer watched helplessly as the medics of the Rytonian Rebels gathered around the dog’s body. Jennifer and Chad were crying.
“What’s his status?” Ida yelled, pushing through the medics and standing beside the stretcher.
“He’s got third-degree burns over half of his body, and he’s going into shock. His heartbeat is almost non-existent. I don’t know how he can survive this kind of trauma.”
One of the machines hooked up to Keplar beeped loudly.
“We’ve lost his heartbeat!” one of the medics shouted. “His heartbeat is gone!”
Ida grabbed two silver paddles from a waiting medic. “Get out of the way!”
As the medic stepped away, Ida placed the silver paddles on Keplar’s chest.
“Clear!” she shouted, before pressing down on the device. Keplar’s body shook and jumped on the stretcher.
“Still no heartbeat!” a medic yelled.
“Ida,” another medic said, approaching her. “I don’t think that—”
“Who was the damn doctor back home, me or you?” Ida shouted. “Now step out of the way and let me do my damn job!”
Standing on the tips of her toes, Ida pressed down on the defibrillator, sending a second jolt through Keplar’s body. Still no response. As Orion and the rest of the group watched, Ida tried again and again, pressing down and sending shock after shock into Keplar’s charred chest. She would not give up.
As he extended his armored hand toward a glass trophy case, the Daybreaker screamed and sent a stream of lightning across his office. The blue energy exploded against the case and sent shards of glass and wooden splinters flying toward Rigel and Nova in the doorway.
“Daybreaker, we assure you,” Rigel said, “it must be some kind of trick, they must—”
The Daybreaker spun to them. Blue and white electricity surrounded his entire body, snapping and crackling over his arms and chest. His eyes were now glowing bright white, with his teeth clenched and his hair pulsating with blue energy. When he spoke, white electricity burst from his mouth.
“I saw him!” the Daybreaker shouted, his fists coiled. “I saw Chad with him! I saw him! It was Chad!”
Nova stepped forward. “It’s a trick, Daybreaker. Orion will go to any lengths to try and distract you from your mission. They only want to confuse you so they can attack again and—”
The Daybreaker stomped across the room, his finger in Nova’s face.
“I know my friend, Nova! I know him when I see him! What were they doing with him? How is he still alive?”
Rigel walked to the Daybreaker, placing a hand on each of his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Daybreaker. I know what it looked like, but Chad is dead. You know that. Chad, your mom, Jennifer—they are all gone. Orion killed them all. You know that. We showed you.”
The energy around the Daybreaker faded. His eyes no longer glowed with white electricity. He fell against his desk and gripped onto the edge.
“No, no,” he said, stammering. “They can’t be dead. I saw him. I saw Chad. Orion must be holding him captive.”
Rigel helped the boy stand up. “I’m sorry, Daybreaker, but they are gone. You will never see them again. They must have a false version of Chad, just like how they have a false version of you. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.”
The Daybreaker closed his eyes, upset. “It was him. It looked just like him.”
“Remember?” Rigel said. “You saw your clone with your own eyes. You fought with him. And their clones are very convincing. But they are not the real thing. They have a clone of you, and now they have a clone of Chad. It’s the only explanation. You know Chad is dead.”
The Daybreaker slammed his fist onto his desk, his face grimaced. “Dammit. Dammit. Why couldn’t I save them? Why couldn’t I have been there to save them? My mom. My poor mom. Jennifer. Jennifer. Dammit...”
The Daybreaker fell into his office chair, tears streaming down his face. Rigel and Nova exchanged a look.
“I know,” Rigel said, stepping toward the desk. “I know it’s difficult when we lose the people we love. I know firsthand what that’s like. But that is why we must keep fighting. Why we must keep going.”
“This is what they want, Daybreaker,” Nova said from the doorway. “They want to confuse you. If you are confused because of their clone of Chad, they know it will allow them to attack again and hurt your people. You couldn’t protect your family, but you can protect Harrison.”
The Daybreaker sat at his desk, seething, his armored hands clasped in front of him. His face was still wet from crying.
“We need to destroy them. We need to destroy them all. I want them gone. Now. No more people will get hurt because of them. No more people will ever get hurt.”
“Yes, Daybreaker,” Rigel said. “You are right. Because of you. You will save everyone. To honor your family.”
“Get the council ready,” the Daybreaker replied. “Get everybody ready. Get the beasts ready. We are going to find them and we are going to kill them. I will even destroy Old Capricious if I need to. I will fulfill my destiny and I will kill them.”
Rigel gripped the Daybreaker’s arm. “Yes, you will, Daybreaker. We all believe in you and will follow you wherever you command. But we must ensure you are ready for the final battle. Look—Dr. Brooks is here, and he is going to take you to your next procedure now. We need to finally get this sickness out of you before you face them for the last time.”
The Daybreaker looked up. Dr. Brooks was standing in the doorway.
“Come on, sir,” the doctor said with a smile. “You will feel much better after this.”
Dr. Brooks walked to the Daybreaker, offering him a hand. After helping him stand up, the doctor led the shaking, confused Daybreaker out of the room and closed the door.
“Orion must have Chad with him,” Nova said, when the Daybreaker was gone. “We can’t let the Daybreaker see him again. If he sees Chad or anyone else from his old life, it will ruin everything we have built up to this point.”
“Don’t worry,” Rigel said, standing at the desk. “None of that will matter soon, because soon there will be nothing left of his old life for him to see. It is almost time for us to begin the next
phase of our invasion across the U.S.”
“Finally,” Nova said. “Boston is starting to feel much too small. Are the trigulsaurs ready to be deployed?”
“Yes. Now we are only waiting on the process to expand the Dark Nebula to be perfected. But my men tell me this will be in only a few day’s time. As the Nebula covers the rest of the U.S. and the trigulsaurs attack the major governments of the world, we will use the power we have built up in the Daybreaker’s extraction chambers to take out Orion and the others ourselves. We will have the power of gods.” Rigel turned to Nova and snapped his fingers. “Then, with the U.S. under our control, and Orion gone, the rest of the world is ours to take. Soon, Harrison will only be a small part of New Capricious.”
“But the Daybreaker must still appear to be the leader of New Capricious, as we spoke about,” Nova said. “We’ve come too far now. Look at this.” The grey-masked man rifled through the stacks of papers on the desk and showed Rigel a newspaper, sliding it toward him. “This is the latest edition of the Harrison Times, with the photographs from the reporter you allowed to be on the scene of the navy base.”
Rigel looked down at the newspaper. The photograph on the front page showed the Daybreaker as he hovered in the air above the navy base, surrounded by fire. The headline read: OUR PROTECTOR. OUR HERO.
“It worked,” Nova said. “Now more than ever, the city is in love with him. The Daybreaker must still appear as our leader.”
“He will,” Rigel replied. “But do not call him that.”
Nova cocked his head, confused. “Call him what? The Daybreaker?”
Rigel walked to a painting hanging on the wall. It was a painting of Vincent Harris.
“We are the Daybreaker, Nova,” the red giant said. “It is what was always meant to be. Vincent was trying to tell me all along. I see that now. It’s why he chose me. It is our destiny to rule this new world. It has always been. We are the Daybreaker. Not him.”
Nova watched Rigel. This was now the second time Rigel had spoken about himself being the Daybreaker, and Nova couldn’t ignore it anymore. The red giant was undoing all of the work they had done for the past two months in transforming Tobin into the Daybreaker. “Do you truly believe that?” Nova asked.
“I know it. This is my place, Nova. This is my future. It has always been my future. It’s always been what I was meant for.”
Rigel stood and looked out the window. “This is ours, Nova. Given to us by Vincent, watching down on us. As of this moment, this is ours.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
In the Museum of the Heroes infirmary, Keplar Costello lay in a hospital bed, with half of his face wrapped in white bandages and the rest of his body covered in silver sensors, IV’s, and tubes leading to various machines. Sitting in a chair next to him, Orion waited, with his hands folded against his mouth, listening to the beeping of the equipment and the pumping of the oxygen tank. The old man had been sitting there for over seven hours.
Finally, miraculously, the dog’s nose twitched. He grunted. With a fluttering, his one eye that wasn’t covered by bandages opened.
Orion leaned forward. “Oh, thank God.”
Without moving his head, Keplar looked around the room with his one good eye. Then he glanced over at Orion.
“So,” the dog said, his voice graveled. “Do I look as bad as I feel?”
Orion laughed. He reached out and grabbed Keplar’s hand. “Yes, I imagine you do.”
“Krandor. I must look like a total corpse then.”
With a deep sigh, Orion let go of Keplar’s hand and leaned back in his chair. The two of them sat in silence a moment.
“I’m a terrible leader,” Orion finally said.
Keplar looked over at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I am. I was never cut out for this. Look at what’s happened since I’ve been trying to scramble us together and lead this team: Jonathan got to Tobin and activated his powers. Scatterbolt got kidnapped. Rigel got his hands on the Daybreaker. And now look at what’s happened to you. I’m a terrible leader.”
Keplar snickered. “You’re out of your gourd. Look at what else has happened since you started leading us: you turned Tobin into Earth’s very first superhero. And he is kicking butt. We all know he’s well on his way to being the best hero either Capricious or Earth has ever seen. So don’t be a moron.”
Orion clasped his hands in front of him. “I’ve made terrible decision after terrible decision. I’ve done things that Titan never would have done—ever—when he was leading the Guardians. I watched Titan, and the way he led, for over ten years. He was a leader. I’m not.”
Keplar slowly turned his head toward his friend. “Orion, sure, I might look like hell right now, but I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you. I’d have been dead by the time I was fourteen. Hell, no one would be alive if it wasn’t for you. You trained Tobin and Tobin took down Vincent damn Harris himself. The kid saved the universe. Because of you. So don’t give me this ‘bad leader’ krandor.”
Orion shook his head. “Yes, and look at us now. Rigel has taken over Boston, and we weren’t able to do a thing about it. With the Daybreaker at his disposal, Rigel has accomplished more than Vincent ever did.”
“That’s true, but you can’t control everything, Orion. You can’t control the universe. No matter what you do, you can’t control everyone. You don’t own all the problems of the world. You know who taught me that?”
Orion smirked.
“You, you old idiot,” the dog grumbled. “So get your head out of your butt and help me out of this bed so we can get going.” He looked around the infirmary. “By the way, are we in the museum?”
“Yes,” Orion replied.
“And are the Rytonian Rebels with us?”
“Yes,” Orion said.
Keplar raised his eyebrows. “Geez. Maybe you are a bad leader.”
Orion laughed. “They saved your life, you know. And now they are coming with us.” The old man stood up and walked toward the door. “As much as you might disagree, Keplar, I’ve made all of these terrible decisions because I’ve been too tentative. Because I was over-thinking. When we were Guardians, Titan told me once that you need a well-thought-out plan, but you also need to know when it’s time to use that well-thought-out plan. You can’t wait for the perfect moment, because that moment will never come. You have to know when to act. And this is one of those times.”
“I guess the time for planning is over,” Keplar said. “Considering we almost just got wiped out.”
“Yes, it is. Now that we know what Rigel is planning, we have to act now. Millions of lives are at stake—we cannot allow Rigel to release the trigulsaurs on the Earth. We have to stop him before he can do that. That is our only goal right now. If we don’t stop him now, it will be too late.”
“So where are we going?”
“To Ruffalo Rock, to meet up with Tobin,” Orion replied. “And we’re going to see what kind of army he’s built for us.”
In the massive, empty airplane hangar in Ruffalo Rock Castle, Wakefield sat hunched over at one of his workbenches, with his eyes pinned to a magnifying glass, which was currently hovering over the Chrono-Key. Nearby, Tobin lay in a cot, bouncing a small ball off the wall that he had found in one of the rooms of King Ontombe’s children.
“Uugggh,” Tobin said, catching the ball as it came back to him. “I feel like I haven’t done anything in forever. Are we really just gonna sit here and wait until we hear from Orion?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what we are gonna do. And even though I haven’t heard from him in over a day, I learned a long time ago to trust the man. We’ll know when it’s time to make the next move.”
“Where the heck has your son been, anyway?” Tobin asked. “You said Junior’s here in the castle, but I haven’t eve
n seen him once.”
“He’s in one of King Ontombe’s private laboratories, working on a project.”
“And I’m guessing I’m not allowed to know what it is.”
Wakefield pulled his goggles down over his eyes. “Hell, even I don’t know what it is. But whatever it is, it’s consumed him like a son of a bremshaw.”
Tobin looked to Wakefield. “I heard he went a little loopy after working so hard for so long on trying to make something that could cut through the Dark Nebula.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say loopy. But he did go without sleep for sixteen days, so let’s just say it’s probably better for everyone if he has some alone time for a while.”
Tobin returned to bouncing the ball off the wall. “It’s gonna be really weird if this entire time he was just working on something to regrow all his hair.”
Then, through an open window, Tobin heard an elephant guard shouting outside:
“Visitors have arrived in Ruffalo Rock! Open the door and allow them inside!”
Tobin sat up. “Is that more heroes answering our call?”
“I don’t know,” Wakefield said. “It’s been a while now since anyone’s showed up. But let’s go check it out.”
After making their way out to Ruffalo Rock’s main square, Tobin, Wakefield, and King Ontombe stood in front of the wooden gate. When it opened, they saw Orion standing there.
“Orion!” Tobin shouted.
Then, when the door opened further, Tobin saw the Rytonian Rebels.
“And a bunch of Rytonians?” the boy asked.
Then, finally, when the door finished opening, Tobin saw Jennifer and Chad.
“And Jennifer and Chad?!” the boy said, squinting.
Tobin’s friends ran to him and wrapped him in a hug.
