The First Superhero (Book 2): The Siege of the Supers

by Logan Rutherford

  All my attention was fixed on the picture. I smiled, feeling a weird sense of pride for my father. It’s a weird feeling, being proud of your parents. I always tried really hard to make sure they were proud of me, but now my dad was out there kicking ass, doing what he loved. Even though being a lawyer—all the paperwork, red tape and such—sounded horrendously boring, if I got the chance, I would be sitting in the courtroom watching my dad do his thing in a heartbeat. There was just something about seeing my dad doing what he was passionate about that lit a fire inside of me. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to find him and give him the biggest hug that I could.

  “Where can I find him?” I asked.

  “He and your mother live in an apartment building in Indianapolis. The York Towers, apartment 2407,” Doug said.

  Seconds after he finished his sentence, I was already out of the storage unit, flying as fast as I could toward Indianapolis.

  * * *

  I STOOD in the lobby of the York Towers, taking in the beautiful sight. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, a ceiling which had beautiful scenery painted on it a la Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel. The only difference was that this ceiling was probably just wallpaper, not something that had taken years to paint. At the back of the lobby sat a receptionist’s desk behind which were three people going about their daily work. The only other people in the lobby were sitting on the couches to my right, sipping complementary coffee, waiting for their friends to come down and meet them.

  A man in a business suit talking on his phone rushed past me, fumbling with his belongings, trying to get his keycard out so he could activate the elevator he was walking toward. I fell in line behind him, keeping up with his brisk speed. The receptionists saw him coming and were getting ready to greet him when he came near. I hoped they would pay no attention to me. They would see the man was in a rush, assume I was with him, and not bother us since we were obviously busy.

  We walked by the desk, and other than a quick nod, passed by without any interruptions. I smiled to myself. The man I was behind probably didn’t even realize I was there. He scanned his keycard at the elevator, the doors opened, and the two of us stepped inside. He punched the button to floor 17, and I, floor 24.

  Just a few more minutes and I’d be reunited with my parents. I zoned out as the floors dinged by. All I could think about was what I was going to do. What would I say? “Mom, Dad, I’m home!” Or go for a more funny and casual, “Hey, guys, what’s for dinner?” Or, “You guys wouldn’t believe the traffic! Took me forever to get to the Planet Earth exit!”

  The elevator stopped at the 17th floor, and the man stepped off. The doors closed, and I was one stop away from seeing my parents. Alone in the elevator, I began pacing. The thought hit me: was this a bad idea? Were my parents safer not knowing I was back? They seemed happy, and my being with them would surely put them in danger. If anything happened to them, would I be able to live with myself? I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind, but they were already beginning to cement. They’d find out I was back eventually. It’d be all over the news when Tempest made his appearance once again. Still, was this a good idea?

  The doors to the 24th floor opened, and my decision was made for me. Standing there in an immaculate business suit, talking on his cell phone, was my father.

  “Hey Trev, I’m gonna have to call you back.”

  Dad and I stared at each other for a few moments, unable to move. We were both taking each other in. Taking the moment in. We each couldn’t believe it was the other, and after having so much time to think about what we would do if we were in this situation, now that we were here, we were both frozen.

  Not sensing any movement, the elevator doors began to close. We both stuck our hands in the doorway, letting out a yelp of surprise, and the doors opened.

  That shook me out of my trance, and I grabbed my dad, giving him a big hug. I held him tight. Even though status quo would tell you that a seventeen-year-old was too old to be giving his dad a hug, screw that. I’d been through too much to care about the status quo.

  Dad pulled away, and he began inspecting me. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you in trouble?” Tears welled in his eyes.

  “Dad, I’m fine.” I smiled, and found tears of joy beginning to form in my own eyes. “Just glad to be home.”

  “You’re going to have to tell me everything that happened. First, we gotta go see your mother.”

  He put an arm around me, and the two of us walked toward apartment 2407, father and son back together again.

  6

  COMEBACK

  I SAT at the kitchen table of my parents’ apartment, sipping a cup of coffee. On one side of the dark wood table sat my mother, and on the other, my father. The two of them were filling me in on the past six months. Their entire bodies were animated as they spoke at a thousand miles an hour. I had to ask them to slow down a few times, but their adrenaline was rushing, and their hands were shaking, and the only way they could burn it off was by talking as fast as I could run.

  Mom’s reaction was about what I’d expected. Screaming, crying, screaming, crying again, and now half-crying, half-screaming as she gave me her recap.

  “…and I said, ‘HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT TEMPEST! THAT’S MY S—’, but then I remembered that, oh, duh, Zoe, nobody knows who he is!” She let out a hysterical laugh, while Dad and I forced a chuckle. Things were already getting back to normal.

  “That’s funny, Mom,” I said. “What did you guys tell everybody about me? That could get awkward when we go back to Ebon.”

  “Well, we’ll talk more about the going back to Ebon situation later, but we told your friends that you were really sick. Thankfully there was a flu outbreak around town at the time, so they understood. That bought us some time, but of course not much. If we’d gone with that story any longer, they’d probably be calling the cops on us for not taking you to a hospital or something,” Dad said with a laugh.

  Mom chuckled too, as if that was some sort of inside joke. “So then we told them that you left to volunteer with the relief efforts in Seattle.”

  I had flashbacks to the last time I was in Seattle, when Richter had brought down the Space Needle on top of me.

  “Yeah, they weren’t too happy about that Space Needle thing, in case you were wondering,” Dad said with a sly smile.

  I could tell he thought the whole thing was pretty cool. I have to admit, in retrospect, that whole thing was pretty awesome. Especially since I didn’t die, and Richter…he did. I hadn’t really had much time to think about it, but that one thought was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The floodgates opened, and it was all I could think about. I’d killed Richter. I’d killed Patrick Henry.

  And strangely, I didn’t feel as if I’d lose much sleep over it. It wasn’t like I’d had any other choice. Besides, there was no telling how many people Richter had killed.

  Two wrongs don’t make a right.

  I pushed the thoughts out of my head. Now wasn’t the time.

  “…to say, they probably aren’t going to be very happy with you for disappearing on them like that. In my opinion, though, I don’t think you should tell them the truth. With Supers disappearing as soon as they’re showing up, it’s too dangerous for them to know,” Dad said.

  So I was supposed to lie to them—a wrong—to keep them safe—a right.

  “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” I said, thinking back to my few moments alone in the elevator. I was glad to be back with my parents, though. Even if it was a bit selfish, even if I was putting them in danger, I’d be able to keep them safe. It’d be easy to, since they were just two people. If I had them, Macy, and Drew to look after, especially since they were spread out all across Indiana? Forget it. I couldn’t be everywhere at once.

  “But about Ebon,” Dad began.

  I didn’t like where this was going. I looked away, my eyes on the TV behind him. The television was muted, and the channel was turned to a news station.
I didn’t need to hear to read what the ticker was telling me: NEW SUPER EMERGES IN DALLAS, BANK ROBERY IN PROGRESS.

  “Guys,” I said, standing from my seat, pointing at the TV.

  Mom and Dad turned to look. Dad got up, walked over to the remote, and un-muted the television.

  “…hostages. Six suspects reported in this standoff between the Supers and Dallas PD and SWAT. No word on what powers this Super possesses, but we’re getting reports that this is the work of a Super.”

  “I think it’s time for Tempest to make his comeback.”

  * * *

  “I HAD a lot of time on my hands, and I knew you’d come back, so I made you a lot of these,” Mom said as she opened a closet door. Inside were over a dozen immaculate Tempest outfits, ready to be put in action.

  I pulled one down and slipped it off the hanger. I felt the leather between my fingers. I could almost feel the love and passion my mother had put into making these for me. “Thanks, Mom,” I said.

  She gave me a hug, and I hugged her back. Her red hair got in my face, but I didn’t mind. I was just happy to be back with my mom.

  I pulled away and slipped the Tempest outfit on over the clothes I was already wearing. “How do I look?” I asked.

  “You look like a hero,” Mom said with a smile.

  I smiled back, and turned to my dad. He simply gave me a thumbs up.

  I walked to the front door. “Keep an eye on the TV. I think you guys are going to be in for a good show.”

  Dad put and arm around Mom and smiled. “I’ll get the popcorn ready.”

  I chuckled as I walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me. With my parents at my back, I felt truly invincible. I dashed to the stairwell of the apartment building, ran down the 24 flights of stairs, and just a few seconds after saying goodbye to my parents, I was already in the air heading toward Texas once again.

  7

  TEAMWORK

  I HOVERED over the First National Bank in downtown Dallas. It was sandwiched between two larger buildings, the road in front of them blocked off. Police cars were lined up in front of the buildings, behind which officers stood with their guns at the ready. Assault rifles, pistols, and shotguns were all pointed at the front of the building, which was floor-to-ceiling windows. Using my super vision, I tried to get a good look inside. I was too high up, though, and from that angle I couldn’t see much. I closed my eyes and began to listen closely.

  I could hear a dozen hearts beating fast. Whimpering and crying came from most of the hostages. There were six calm, regular heartbeats in the midst of the frantic ones. Those must’ve been from the hostage takers—the Supers.

  “Kane, you in Dallas?” I heard Samantha say in my mind.

  “Yeah, I’m above the building right now,” I whispered, making sure Samantha would be the only one to hear me, and not any of the people a few hundred feet below me. Nobody knew I was there yet, and I wanted it to stay that way. Tempest was a hero to these people. A hero they thought was gone forever, sacrificing his life to save them. My return needed to be spectacular and unforgettable. It needed to fill people with hope. I needed to let them know that Tempest was back, and nothing could keep him down for too long.

  “Okay, I have Doug pulling up what he can about the building right now. It looks as if the Super is one we’ve heard rumors about, but nothing concrete. The message boards Doug frequents have had some chatter about a potential Super who has the ability to split into multiple versions of himself. In the past couple of weeks he’s done some small robbery jobs—a convenience store here and there. Looks like he wanted to step up his game and bit off a little more than he can chew.”

  “Sounds simple enough,” I said. “He doesn’t have any other powers that you know of?”

  “Nope, but still, be careful. If you attack one of him, he could take control of another version of himself and kill the hostages. You’re going to have to figure out a way to take all of them out at once.”

  I hovered there for a moment, thinking. An idea came to mind. “Samantha, I need to figure out which one of them is the original. The Prime. If I can take him out, the others should cease to exist, right? They’ll form back together?”

  “Possibly. It’s our best shot. How are you going to figure out which one is the right one, though?”

  “I’m not, you are.”

  “What? How?”

  “You can project yourself into the body of any person, right?” I asked, almost rhetorically.

  “Yeah…so, theoretically, I should only be able to project myself into the body of the Prime, not his copies, since they aren’t fully human,” she said, having coming to the same conclusion I had.

  “Exactly,” I said, smiling. We were already in sync. I had a feeling we were going to work very well together.

  “Okay, it’s a good idea, but I can’t just project into anybody. I have to know what they look like. I have to know as much as I can about them. I gotta picture them in my mind as clearly as possible before I can even begin to attempt to project myself into their mind.”

  I cursed under my breath.

  “I heard that.”

  “Sorry. You can see everything I can right now, right?” I asked.

  “Gimme a sec,” Samantha said.

  I felt a weird tingling sensation in the back of my head. Like I had a cold itch beneath the skin.

  “Okay, I can see everything now. Ah, new suit. Nice.”

  “Focus, Samantha. If I run in the back and get a good look at them, you think it would be enough to figure out which one is the Prime?”

  “I think so. His mind is spread across six different versions of himself, so it should be weak enough for me to get into just by getting a quick glimpse.”

  “Okay. Get ready—here we go.”

  I flew around to the back of the building, where I broke one of the office windows and climbed through it. I landed on the office floor, glass crunching beneath my feet.

  “Holy shit, that hurt—shut up, Doug. I’m eighteen. I can curse—I’m literally getting sensations off your nerves, Kane. I can just see and hear what you do and talk to you now. That whole ‘feel what you can’ isn’t much fun when you’re punching out windows,” Samantha said.

  I chuckled under my breath, but didn’t respond. I quietly walked across the office and slowly opened the door. Then I looked left and right down the hallway and saw nothing. I closed my eyes and listened. All the heartbeats and breathing were coming from the left—deeper inside the bank.

  I hovered a few inches off the ground and began floating down the hallway, staying as quiet as possible. When I reached the end, I peeked around the corner.

  Twelve people were sitting in a circle in the break room of the bank in various states of emotion. Some of them had tears streaming down their faces, while others had stone-cold expressions, trying to stay as tough as possible.

  Standing above them with their guns aimed and fingers on the triggers were five Asian men dressed all in black. They were all identical, with the same blank expression. A sixth one stood in the back, talking on a cell phone. I figured that one was the Prime, but I had to be sure.

  I pulled back from the corner and put my back up against the wall.

  “I got it, Kane. Give me a few moments to try to get into his head.”

  We don’t have much time, I thought to myself, but I didn’t say it, of course.

  I floated there for a few moments, waiting to hear back from Samantha.

  The next moment, I felt someone grab me, and then suddenly I was flying out a window in the back of the bank. The person who had me was flying up, and I was so shocked I couldn’t fight back. They slammed me into the top of one of the skyscrapers in downtown Dallas.

  I jumped up, ready to fight back. I looked around to see who it was that had grabbed me, but I couldn’t find them.

  Then, standing at the edge of the skyscraper, I saw her.

  8

  TIMBER

  THE YOUNG WOMAN STOOD
THERE, her brunette hair whipping in the wind. A black mask with white stitching covered her eyes. She was wearing a white shirt beneath a black leather jacket and dark leather pants. She didn’t seem to be older than twenty.

  “I’ll let it pass this time, since I appreciate what you did about Richter,” she yelled in order to be heard above the wind. “But stay out of my territory.” Then she fell backwards off the skyscraper.

  I leaped off the building, searched the skies and found her flying back toward the bank. I rushed after her and reached her in a matter of seconds. I tackled her and we both landed in a back alley.

  “What the hell is your problem?” she yelled at me as she stood. She pushed me back, and I slammed into the side of a building. The bricks cracked beneath me.

  I pushed myself off the wall. “What the hell is your problem? I was about to take out those guys at the bank.”

  “This is my territory, Tempest.” She said my name like it was a curse. “Stay out of it. I’ve got this under control.”

  “Who do you think I am? I’m only trying to help,” I said, raising my voice.

  “Oh, yeah? How do I know that?” she spat back, taking a step toward me. “Most people when they get their powers turn into mini Richters. How do I know you’re not one as well? How do I know you’re one of the good guys? I don’t. You can’t trust a Super. Now get out of here and let me handle this.”

  The girl flew off, but before I could give chase, Samantha popped back in.

  “Okay, I—wait. Why are you in the middle of an alleyway?”

  “I had a run in with that Superchick in Dallas,” I said angrily.

  “Oh, Holocene? Yikes. Didn’t go well?”