After meeting with his techs, Draco was in a particularly good
mood. The evening was a total success; the kid worked, as did the
plan to eliminate one who was going to expose them. He had several
bottles of champagne opened for his crew; they may not have appreciated
the fine beverage, but they had all worked very hard for this. The
report to The Don was going to be good for everyone involved.
had returned to the floor before the Battle Royale, to put the people
back into a gambling frenzy, which they had. The resulting influx
of cash would keep The Family well-funded for another two weeks. After
the people had gone home, the party was joined by three others.
and his sister had come in, looking exhausted. That was the first
time either of them had really tested their abilities on a large group
for many hours. Edward was rubbing his temples from his headache.
Both took their champagne and sat down on a couch.
A knock on the
door brought in the giant, Iron Spike, flanked by two enforcers. Draco
cheerfully greeted him.
“Good job there, Spikey. For taking care of
my little problem, I’m takin’ care of yours.” He dialed his cell and
quietly spoke to someone. He closed his phone and patted the big man
on the arm. “Come tomorrow, your life is all yours again.”
nodded in thanks and left the room. Though tired, Bianca and Edward
What was that about?
No idea. I’m too tired to
read feelings right now.
What happened back there? You looked like
your brain was going to erupt out of your skull.
a sharp burst of raw emotion. It almost wrecked me for the night.
Must have been some feeling.
A close friend died. Edward paused for
a moment. I’m still feeling the echoes of it.
They watched Draco as
he praised Kirk for his accurate predictions.
What do you think about
Who, Draco or Kirk?
Bianca projected annoyance to her brother.Kirk, you twit!
He’s fine. A bit of a puzzle, though.
What do you
It feels as if there are more than one of him whenever I touch
No, none of those. I can’t explain it.
It’s as if he’s multiplied in his mind, all feeling the same thing,
but it’s different somehow, like he’s an emotional echo. What do you
think about him?
He’s alright. Draco obviously has a new pet.
you would be glad his attention is off of you.
I just need to make
sure his attention toward me is the good kind. He said that I might
be able to go see Delilah, now that this little test has worked.
That would be great, now wouldn’t it?
Kirk excused himself and went
back to his suite. He was feeling horrible that he had seen another
death and was unable to do anything about it. He looked at the pile
of mail on his desk; he had forgotten that Edward had it forwarded.
One letter caught his attention. He opened it and read it.
I need you to contact my office regarding the estate of
Kenji Yomato. It is a matter of utmost urgency. My number is (401)555-3287.
Mark Barlow, Attorney at Law.
Puzzled, he left the note
on the table and opened the fridge. He grabbed a soda and began to
drink. He plopped down on the couch and turned on the television.
He wanted desperately to take his mind off of the evening’s events.
As he fell asleep, the visions came.
Jon spent the entire night pacing
the roof of his home. The flat roof made for a quiet retreat when
he needed to think, and due to recent events, he needed to do a lot
He went over what had happened; Bluedragon was dead, they were
sent on a wild goose chase after the Tsoo, and someone with the ability
to see the future was missing, taken by the Family. Add to that Xandria’s
mention of two psychics on the loose at the Colosseum, and the mix
seemed to be getting worse. He wondered if they were connected, and
his gut told him they were.
But, he asked himself, why? The only conclusion
he could come up with was that Bluedragon must have known something
important, something that he was silenced for. But how the Tsoo and
the disappearance fit in, he did not know. Maybe it had something
to do with the Colosseum…
He sighed deeply. This wasn’t even an official
case, and he was treating it like it was. Believing that the answers
would be found with Bluedragon’s past, he launched himself into the
night sky and flew in the direction of City Hall.
Flora walked out
of Sara’s room, a look of concern on her face. Xandria had rendered
Sara unconscious to get her under control. The green skinned woman
didn’t really know what would be worse; the redhead in a comatose
state, or alert and out for vengeance. She saw Evan walking towards
her in the hallway and smiled weakly at him.
“How is she?”
“Is Jon still here?”
“No. The roof camera showed he’s
She frowned slightly. He was always prone to running off,
but she wished he would let her know. She sighed deeply.
going to be ok?” His voice cracking, and for once, Evan actually seemed
his age. It was easy to forget that he was only sixteen.
so. You know how close she and Bluedragon were.”
“Yeah.” he paused.
“I can’t believe he’s gone.”
“Me too.” she agreed. “But in this city,
it’s a risk he was willing to take. One that we all have to take.”
She placed her hand reassuringly on his shoulder.
He nodded in agreement.
Without his sister hovering over him, he was ignoring all her rules;
in bed by 11, do your homework, and no crimefighting on a school night,
unless it’s important.
“Now, shouldn’t you be in bed?” she asked.
Reluctantly, he went down the hall toward his room and did as he was
Flora went downstairs to try and contact Jon.
Kirk found himself
waking up in the middle of the night again. The clock read 4:16. He
sighed deeply and stared at the ceiling.
Shortly after he had gone
home, Draco and two of his underlings came to see him. One of the
things he had brought was his cut of the profits. Kirk stared in wide-eyed
amazement at the amount. It was more than he made in two months. Smiling
with pride, Draco dubbed him “The Vision.”
Still wondering if he was
worth all the fuss, he went to the kitchen and got himself something
stronger to drink. He felt bad that he should profit when someone
else, a true hero, was dead. As he drank the straight tequila down,
his thoughts went back to the letter he had gotten from the lawyer.
As he looked it over, he wondered what it could possibly be. He concentrated
for a moment, trying to see the future. Unfortunately, it was too
difficult to see. Either things were still in flux that hadn’t determined
it, or he was not meant to know. He still didn’t know how to control
He looked outside, and saw two people creeping around
on the ledge. One was a man, the other a woman.
Puzzled, he watched
them. He never got to see heroes this close to his apartment before.
Whoever they were, they seemed to be intent on not being discovered.
He tried to make out who it was, but in the dim light, that was a
difficult feat at best. He sat still and watched them, not wanting
them to realize that, despite their efforts, they were being watched.
One thing he could determine was that this wasn’t two heroes discussing
strategy; this was a clandestine lovers’ meeting. The two were holding
each other in a long embrace. Torn between wanting to watch and giving
them privacy, he decided instead to have some fun. Turning on the
light, he let them know that they were not as alone as they had thought.
It was hard to say who had the more surprised look; the woman for
being seen by someone she knew, Kirk for seeing who the couple was,
or the man for someone knowing his secret. Kirk just saw a flash of
a red and blue costume, and a pair of violet eyes blazing at him.
He found himself suddenly going to the sliding glass door and opening
it. Bianca came through it, an angry look on her face. She was dressed
in some skimpy outfit, making her look, in Kirk’s opinion, even more
sexy, if that was possible.
“What did you see?” she demanded, arms
crossed. She seemed furious that Kirk had seen her.
said weakly. He went to get the bottle of tequila. After what he had
just seen, he needed another drink. “So…was that…Statesman?” he asked
as he poured two shots. He handed her one.
“Yes, it was. He’s the
reason I came to the States. Edward thinks he and I are through, but
we still see each other.” she gulped down the drink and grimaced.
“Ugh. Why can’t anyone around here drink Scotch?” she griped.
you a superhero?”
“Yes and no. I’m technically on maternity leave.
The Family got word that I was psychic, kidnapped my daughter, and
forced me to work for them.”
“Who’s the father?”
“Who do you think?”
she replied, sarcasm dripping in her tone.
That revelation seemed
to stun him for a few seconds. “Why not get him to help you?”
would ruin his public reputation.”
“But it’s his child!”
if The Don found out about that, they would use that information against
him. Not to mention he would risk everything for her safety. He’s
better off not knowing!” she stated. “Look, you are not going to say
a word of this to anyone.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t say a thing.”
eyes seemed to glow for a moment. “I know you won’t.”
blast she hit him with knocked him flat to the floor.
When he came
to the next morning, he found himself on the living room floor, soaked
in tequila, and unable to remember what had happened.
big night, Eddie!” chimed Draco.
Edward casually regarded his employer,
“Make sure Kirk is at the Colosseum by six. They start
posting match-ups at seven. I’ll need his predictions to me by seven-thirty.”
The excitement radiating out of Draco was almost a living, breathing
entity, almost oppressive, but, mused Edward, he was in a good mood.
“What shall I have him do until then?”
“Keep an eye on him. If he
wants to go anywhere, you and Bianca stay with him. I think you know
how to protect him if you need to.” Draco splashed some cheap cologne
on, grabbed his leather jacket and left.
Grabbing his jacket, Edward
followed his employer and headed over to Kirk’s place.
from City Hall in the middle of the night in a bad mood. He had found
out very little information on Bluedragon. Part of the problem was
the secretary, who seemed to run interference and prevented him from
finding anything useful.
“I don’t know who she is. I’ve never seen
her before.” he grumbled.
“Was her name Renee?” asked Flora.
“She’s new. They keep floating her between the departments. I guess
they feel it helps cut down on staff budgeting.” Flora sighed. “She’s…difficult.
I’ve had more than my share of run ins with her.” The phone rang and
she got up to answer it. When she hung up, she looked puzzled.
was that, dear?”
“Detective Wright. He said that the hero who accidentally
killed Bluedragon was found dead in the sewers about a half-hour ago.”
“What?” Jon was stunned. He had wanted to start the day with questioning
“His teleporter had been damaged, and he looked like he’d been
“Maybe he ran into a bunch of Reapers. You know
the sewers are teaming with Vazhilok.”
Flora half-frowned. “Detective
Wright said they are not suspects. The wounds look more like claw
marks. Besides, would the Vazhilok leave a hero’s body?”
“He didn’t say, but he asked if she was home all
night. A lot of people saw her leaving the Colosseum quite hysterical.”
“She was here all night, right?”
“Yes, I checked on her last night.”
“What about this morning?”
With a panicked look, the two of them ran
upstairs, throwing open the door to Sara’s room. A light wind blew
through the open window, making the curtains billow over an empty
“We’ve got to find her before the cops do, or any heroes, for
that matter.” Jon said.
Within minutes, the team had mobilized and
was out the door.