Meta (Book 3): Rise of The Circle

by Reynolds, Tom

  I lock the screen of my phone and shove it back into my pocket before standing up and heading back toward my dorm. Even if I shouldn't go back to my bed yet, it's still probably a good idea to head in that vicinity. It's quiet tonight, but a nearly full moon means that it's exceptionally bright considering it's almost midnight. Hours earlier, this area was a sea of thousands of students, but now, as far as I can tell, I'm the only one. That is until I notice a shadowy figure rounding the corner of the dining hall.

  This time I don't ignore my instincts, and I can tell who it is right away by her walk: Sarah. First I have to watch my former best friend serve someone up for execution on live television. Now I'm running into my ex in the middle of the night in the campus equivalent of a dark alley. Great.

  "I thought that was you," Sarah says once she's close enough to not have to shout.

  "Who else would be wandering around the campus alone in the middle of the night?" I ask jokingly.

  It's maybe the first time I've spoken to Sarah like a real person since we broke up. I don't know, maybe it's the seriousness of everything else that's going on in the world. It feels like there's little left to lose, and the problems between her and me are infinitesimally small compared to everything else.

  "Well, if I had known that, I would have come looking for you here sooner," she says with a smile. Great, now that we're not together anymore we're back to me having to try to figure out what's flirting and what's not again. "So what brings you all the way out here on this lovely autumn evening?"

  "Just felt like taking a walk. Hadn't talked to Derrick really in a while, and since my room is currently filled with police officers anyway, it seemed like a good idea to take the call somewhere else."

  "Police officers?"

  "Don't worry. I threw them off my trail. Actually, they're just busting my roommate for a party. I'm giving him his space until they're all done. What about you? Any particular reason you're out here this late?"

  "Just heading home. I was over at a friend's for a little bit but ... I decided it was time to go home," she says.

  There's hesitation in her voice, and I'm not sure if she decided to be vague mid-sentence for my sake or for hers.

  "Well, I can walk with you if you'd like," I offer.

  "I couldn't ask you to do that. I'm all the way on the other side of campus."

  "It's really no trouble. My room was packed like a clown car full of bros, so I think it's going to take a little while for the cops to get through them all and clear out my room anyway."

  "Okay then, that'd be nice. Thanks."

  "No problem," I say and we begin walking across the campus’s mall in the direction of Sarah's dorm.

  "So how do you like this place so far?" Sarah asks me.

  "Aside from having a jerk for a roommate, missing home, and being swamped with classwork, you mean? It's pretty good. How about you?"

  "I like it, I guess. I miss Bay View too, though."

  "Did your dad move out here?"

  "No. He's traveling for work." I don't know if that's true or not, but it's not worth pressing the issue since even if she knows, she can't say. "That's another thing that I miss: the internship he got me at his company. All of that kinda went on the back burner when everything got crazy back home."

  "Yeah, I can imagine."

  "Derrick's still holed up in Bay View?"

  "Yeah. I don't feel great about him running a meta-news site in the middle of the only city in the world where metahumans are banned, but he's stubborn. Says that he needs to be there to do his job the right way."

  "Ha, yeah. He sounds like my dad," Sarah says before seeming to catch herself having said something that might have hinted at what her dad actually does more than she's comfortable with.

  I can tell she's wracking her brain to think of a subject to change to, but she doesn't have to.

  "Sarah!" someone yells from behind us.

  We both turn to see a guy who looks a year or two older than us. He's wearing a canary-yellow polo shirt and khakis. His hair is frozen in place by what looks like an entire container of hair gel, and judging by the way he's walking, it looks like he's drunk. He jogs to catch up with us.

  "I thought you said you were gonna tell me when you wanted to leave so I could walk you home?"

  "Oh, yeah. I just got really tired all of a sudden so I ducked out early. My friend Connor here is walking me home, though, so I'm all set. Thanks," she says and turns her back, continuing her path back home. "Just keep walking," she says to me under her breath.

  "Hey," Canary Yellow says to our backs. He yells, "Hey," again, but Sarah gives me a look that implies she wants me to ignore it and just keep walking, so I follow her lead. Suddenly I hear him yell, "Hey," a third time, but he's much closer now.

  Then a hand violently grabs Sarah by the shoulder and spins her around.

  "Whoa," I yell, putting myself between Sarah and this idiot so quickly that I don't even realize what I'm doing until I've already done it.

  I immediately have to focus my mental energy on making sure my metabands don't materialize right now. I can feel my heart rate rising and adrenaline pumping.

  "This doesn't concern you," he says to me as I stand my ground. "Look, I'm the one who told Sarah about this party tonight, and I'm the one who got her in, which wasn't easy, so she should be going home with me tonight."

  He's trying to reason with me like Sarah isn't standing there, or like she's an inanimate object instead of a person.

  "I'm not going home with him, and even if I was, that's absolutely none of your business," Sarah says to the guy. "Come on, Connor."

  She turns and continues walking. I've barely turned my back on this lunkhead standing in front of me when there's a quick flash of light and everything goes dark. Before I realize what's happened, I'm laid out on the ground.

  This waste of space just sucker punched me!

  I haven't even regained my bearings before I hear, "You son of a-" followed by the sound of something hard hitting flesh. There's a crunch, and then I'm no longer the only one lying on the ground.

  Canary Yellow is right next to me, holding his nose as blood gushes out of it and runs down between his fingers.

  "Come on," Sarah says, extending her hand out to me to help me off the ground. I take it as I try to shake away the stars floating around my head. She's still holding my hand, using it to hurry me along with her as we leave.

  "You might want to get that checked out. I think it's broken, by the way," she yells over her shoulder.

  * * *

  "Thanks for standing up for me back there," Sarah says as we near her door.

  "I should be the one thanking you. Where did you learn how to do that?" I ask.

  Right after the words come out of my mouth, I realize that the place she most likely learned how to do that was The Agency. But that doesn't make sense. She was a computer tech there for the most part. It doesn't make much sense to train someone with that kinda job how to fight, especially when all the fighting skills in the world aren't going to do much in the face of a pissed-off metahuman who's being locked up.

  "My mom," she says while she fumbles with her keys to open her dorm room. "She made me take karate classes when I was a kid. Said I needed to learn how to protect myself. That was before she took off herself, of course."

  "Well, whatever the reason was, I'm glad you were there to kick that guy's ass for me," I say.

  Sarah gives me the kind of smile that reminds me of how much I miss her everyday.

  "Anytime," she says before leaning over and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Don't be such a stranger, okay?"

  "I'll try," I reply.

  "Goodnight, Connor."

  "Goodnight, Sarah."

  19

  Class the next day, or rather “regular” class the next day feels like a blur. I'm barely able to keep my head off the desk all morning. When I got home last night the party was over, luckily, but the place was more or less trashed. Tyler was p
assed out on his bed, sleeping on top of the covers with his sneakers still on, but at least I didn't have to deal with him awake. That didn't make pulling the vomit-stained comforter off my bed and sleeping on a bare mattress any more enjoyable, though. At least I made sure he was still alive when I left for class this morning. He should owe me for that one.

  The only thing getting me through today is knowing that my tests should finally be over and done with at the facility. That means my training, the actual reason I'm here in the first place, should finally begin. I expect it to be hard. It wouldn't be very valuable training if it wasn't. Even though I'm exhausted, my curiosity about what exactly I'll be doing later today is helping me forget how severely sleep deprived I am.

  It takes a lot of restraint not to flat out run to the Blair Building when the final bell rings. Everything about the building is supposed to be about discretion, though. No one runs to after-school study circles, so that means I shouldn't either.

  * * *

  "Hello there, Mr. Connelly," Michelle says when the elevator door opens at the basement level of the facility.

  "Hi, Michelle. I was starting to think I'd never actually see you here again," I say.

  "You're not that lucky."

  "What are you talking about?" I ask.

  "I know you're not especially fond of me."

  "Why do you think that?"

  "You mean besides lying to you and your brother about who I am for months and then bringing you to this new place where you don't know anyone and we run you ragged?"

  "Oh yeah, all that stuff. It's fine. Water under the bridge. Honestly, it's just good to see a familiar face."

  "I'm glad to hear that. It's good to see you again too."

  Michelle waves for me to follow her down the hallway.

  "Why were you back in Bay View City? Aren't pretty much all the metas run out of there by now?"

  "I was following up on a few potential recruits. Also, Derrick is still my boyfriend, and despite your opinion of me as a cold-hearted liar, I do still have feelings."

  "So you missed him?"

  "Yes."

  We keep walking in awkward silence. I'm not quite sure why it's so hard for Michelle to admit that she likes her boyfriend, but I'm guessing it has something to do with her being undercover so much. It's got to be hard to let people in when your entire life is otherwise full of lies and misdirection. I'm just glad to hear the truth about her feelings for Derrick, even if she's pretty terrible at articulating them. If he hadn’t found Michelle when he did, I was worried that I'd have to start trawling the old folks' homes for him.

  "We're going to be in here today," Michelle says as she places her hand on a palm plate to open the door next to it.

  Beyond the door is a large room, but I'm used to that by now. What's different about this room is what it's full of: dummies.

  There must be a hundred human-sized dummies, standing upright, arranged throughout the room. Another difference with this room is that there's a large glass window overlooking it. Behind the window I can see an array of computer equipment and chairs. There’re already a few people seated in those chairs, typing away so diligently that they hardly even notice Michelle and me as we step into the room.

  "This is our Collateral Damage Reduction Simulator. We call it 'CoDRS' for short around here," Michelle says.

  "Of course you do. Who doesn't love acronyms?" I ask rhetorically.

  "Within this room, we're able to simulate a wide spectrum of disaster scenarios, the purpose of which is to train the metahuman subject in tactics applicable to saving human lives in such situations."

  "So I have to save the dummies?"

  "More or less, yes."

  "Seems straightforward enough."

  "It may seem that way, but often it's not. Tell me, what's the biggest distinction between a metahuman like yourself and a metahuman that the general public would consider a menace?"

  "I'm not a bad guy?" I ask, not quite sure what she's getting at exactly.

  "No, the biggest difference is that you, and as a whole, we, are sensitive to human causalities above all else. It's what separates a metahuman with just good intentions and a hero. It's making the right decisions in the moment, when those choices aren't black and white, but the outcome may potentially affect thousands of lives."

  In front of us, a door on the far wall opens. From behind it, Nathanial and Calvin walk out.

  "Ah, I didn't know you boys were here already," Michelle says. "Connor, you've already met Nathanial and Calvin."

  The pair enter the room, both activating their metabands and corresponding uniforms. Calvin’s is deep blue with metallic silver accents running throughout. Nathanial's is entirely black with only his eyes visible, not unlike a ninja outfit.

  "Yeah, we all know each other. So what, we're all training together now?"

  "In a way. Nathanial and Calvin will be assisting today, but they will be fighting against you rather than with you. As you know, Calvin is an Elemental with the ability to control water. Nathanial has the ability to create almost any type of weapon imaginable. Their only goal during this exercise will be to escape this room to fight another day."

  I materialize my metabands and activate them. Since the other guys are in uniform, there's no reason why I shouldn't be too. So with a thought, the deep-red Omni uniform seeps out from my metabands and wraps around my body. Calvin smirks. I'm not sure if it's because he's excited to see me as Omni or if he's just excited for the fight that's coming.

  "All right, boys, before we get too excited here, let's go ahead and take a minute to lower our power output. We don't want anyone getting hurt during training, nor do we want anyone putting a hole through the walls again," Michelle says, directing the last part at Calvin.

  "I'm still sorry about that if it helps," he says.

  All three of us do as instructed and dampen our powers by dragging a finger across one of our metabands, deactivating a series of blue lights.

  "So what's my goal then?" I ask Michelle as I feel my power slowly ratcheting down.

  "Your goal, Omni, is very simple. You are to retrieve the item inside this box."

  Right on cue, a box about the size of a microwave oven rises up from a previously obscured opening in the floor. I'm starting to think that every surface in this place is hiding something behind it.

  "What's inside the box?" I ask.

  "It could be stolen valuables, or a weapon, a bomb, or a pair of inactivated metabands. It could be anything, really. Today, it doesn't matter; the box is simply a stand-in for an item in Calvin and Nathanial's possession that you must attempt to retrieve while they do everything they can to stop you. In this particular scenario, they will not be trying to harm civilians unnecessarily, but they are also not required to put any effort into avoiding harming them either, so keep that in mind."

  Nathanial cracks his knuckles and Calvin bends his head side to side, loosening his neck.

  "Okay then. Are there any final questions before I retire to the observation level so one of you doesn't accidentally splatter me along with these dummies?" Michelle asks.

  We all shake our heads. We're ready.

  "Good. Then I'll leave you to it. Wait for the countdown before you begin."

  Michelle walks through the doorway that Calvin and Nathanial used to enter the room, and it closes behind her. A few seconds later, she appears in the window to the observation deck above the room, and she takes a seat and begins fiddling with some of the controls on the computer in front of her.

  "Beginning CoDRS training sequence," a computerized voice booms through unseen speakers hidden somewhere in the walls, "in three, two-"

  Before the disembodied voice can say 'one,' some kind of small throwing knife appears in Nathanial's hand. He sees me notice it and, in an instant, flicks it toward me. The knife cuts through the air so quickly that I know immediately I have no hope of dodging it. I might not have had a chance even if my powers were at a hundred percent. The knif
e tumbles through the air end over end as it flies straight for my head, but right as I flinch to prepare for the impact, something strange happens: it misses.

  "Civilian casualty," the computerized voice declares. I turn to look behind me and see that the knife found its true target; it’s wedged right between the eyes of one of the dummies. I turn back to face my sparring partners, and even though the bottom half of his face is obscured by his uniform, I can tell by his eyes that Nathanial is smiling.

  "It's going to be like that, huh? All right then," I say right before launching myself head first in Nathanial's direction. My right shoulder slams into his rib cage, and I wrap both arms around his torso tightly, taking him along for the trip. I slam right into the spot where there had been a door only seconds before. The wall holds under the impact, and I can feel something crack inside Nathanial right before I'm thrown in the opposite direction.

  I'm starting to choke, my lungs filling up with water. I can't see or hear anything over the sound of thousands of gallons of water hitting me at high pressure. I don't need to be able to see or hear to know that it's Calvin attacking me. Without looking, I fly straight up into the air. The torrent of water follows me, but not quickly enough to stop me from getting a good look at the current situation. Nathanial is slowly working his way back up to his feet as Calvin stands in the center of the room, focusing his efforts on trying to keep me grounded.

  I have to think. Nathanial and Calvin both must have weaknesses that I can exploit. Calvin is the more immediate threat, or at the very least, annoyance. I can't concentrate on how to open up that box when I've got water being blasted in my face. The pressure and speed of the water is so high that it's almost solid. That's when it occurs to me what Calvin's weakness might be.

  It's been a while since I've had to use the ability, which will make it a little harder to control. I block the hurricane of water with my hands to try concentrating for a second. With my eyes closed I can hear the first tiny crackling noise from inside the jet stream of liquid.

  It's working.