Read The Reckoning: Quantum Prophecy Book 3 Online
Authors: Michael Carroll
The Reckoning: Quantum Prophecy Book 3 (2 page)
Gasping, struggling for breath, Titan slammed his left fist into Ragnarök’s stomach.
The villain staggered. “You destroyed my force field! Now
my
powers have been stripped too! You realize what that means?”
“You’re…gonna have to…get a real job?”
Ragnarök let go and stepped back.
Titan collapsed to the ground, landing heavily on his broken leg.
Ragnarök lashed out with his foot, catching Titan in the ribs. “Without your powers, you’re no stronger than the average man, are you? Me, I work out.” He grabbed hold of Titan’s arm, and began to drag him along the ground. “There’s enough space in my flyer for the two of us. I’m going to take you somewhere they’ll never find you.” Ragnarök paused, then he reached out and tore the mask from Titan’s face. “Huh. So that’s what you look like…. You got a family, Titan? A wife? A couple of kids, maybe? I’ll find them.”
Titan scrambled around with his free hand, trying to find something—anything—he could use as a weapon.
Then he spotted something in the distance, racing toward them through the sky. “One question. Allow me that.”
“What?” Ragnarök said, turning to him.
“I just want to know…why? What made you like this?”
“You want the whole sob story? How society treated me badly, so I turned to a life of crime?” Ragnarök rolled his eyes. “You think I can’t tell when someone is stalling?”
Then Paragon was on them, roaring out of the sky, slamming into Ragnarök’s back.
Paragon took a moment to check that Titan was still alive, then looked back to where Ragnarök was getting to his feet.
The large man balled his fists and launched himself at Paragon.
He’s fast!
Paragon dodged to the left just as Ragnarök reached him, and lashed out with a punch that caught Ragnarök in the chin and sent him staggering backward.
Ragnarök recovered almost instantly, dropping to the ground and sweeping his right leg to crash into Paragon’s.
Paragon toppled backward, then whipped out with his left hand, grabbing Ragnarök’s ankle. He activated his jetpack.
He shot backward along the ground, dragging Ragnarök behind him.
With his free foot, Ragnarök kicked at Paragon’s hand, forcing him to break his grip. “Give it up!” Ragnarök roared, rolling on to his feet once more. “I’m stronger and faster than you are!”
Paragon spun about, raced toward Ragnarök and flipped over at the last second, aiming his heavy boots at Ragnarök’s head.
But Ragnarök suddenly ducked, locked his hands around Paragon’s belt as he passed overhead and used the hero’s own momentum to slam him face-first into the ground.
He tore Paragon’s helmet from his head, then unclipped the jetpack’s shoulder straps and threw it aside.
He locked his hands around Paragon’s neck and began to squeeze. “You’re just as bad as your friends there, Paragon. No, you’re
worse
! You’re not even one of us. You’re an ordinary man
pretending
to be a superhuman.”
Paragon struggled to breathe. “We found your apartment…those kids…You’ll pay for what you did to them!”
“What I
did
to them? You know nothing, Paragon.” Ragnarök smashed his knee into the small of Paragon’s back. “I’m gonna get my girls back, and then I’m gonna kill every single one of you people.”
Then the pressure on Paragon’s back was suddenly gone, the hands whipped away from his neck.
Gasping, Paragon rolled on to his back and looked around wildly. Ragnarök was nowhere to be seen.
Nor was Titan.
Then he heard a scream coming from above.
Paragon looked up and saw Titan soaring into the air, his arms locked around Ragnarök’s chest.
He can fly again! His powers are back!
Paragon squinted, tried to focus.
No…. He’s not flying on his own.
“Put me down!” Ragnarök roared. “Put me down or I swear to God, Titan, you and everyone you ever met will regret it!”
Titan felt the straps of Paragon’s jetpack cutting into his shoulders, but he didn’t care. Compared to the pain in his shattered leg, it was nothing. “Shut up, Ragnarök. It’s over. You’re not getting out of this.”
“You don’t even know how to fly that thing!”
“I’m learning as I go. Now stop struggling. You wouldn’t survive the drop.”
“I’ll make a deal with you, Titan. I know everything about the powers. I can tell you where they come from.”
“Shut up. You’re going to jail.”
“No…. You don’t know what they do with people like me. I’m
not
going to end up in that godforsaken hole!”
“You don’t have any choice, Ragnarök. You’re a mass-murderer.”
The jetpack’s left thruster sputtered and died, lurching them to
the left. They began to lose altitude.
Aw hell,
Titan thought.
Can’t set him down: He’s more than a match for me on the ground.
“That thing can’t carry both of us, Titan.” Ragnarök was silent for a moment, then said, “Let go.”
“What?”
“Let go.”
“You’ll die!”
“That’s the point.”
“You really think I’ll just let you fall to your death and deprive the world of the trial of the century?”
“How’s that broken leg of yours?”
Titan glanced down at the top of Ragnarök’s head. “What do you think? Hurts like hell.”
“Good.”
Before Titan could react, Ragnarök jabbed backward with his right elbow, slamming it into Titan’s leg.
Titan screamed.
Then Ragnarök reached up, grabbed Titan’s hands, broke his grip.
And fell.
White-faced and shaking, Titan drifted back to the crashed ambulance, where he found Paragon tending to Energy.
“She’ll be OK, I think,” Paragon said.
Titan touched down, keeping his weight on his good leg.
Paragon stepped up to him, tucked his shoulder under Titan’s left arm and lowered him to a sitting position. “What happened?”
“He…he let go. He forced me to…” Titan gasped, and
shuddered. “He killed himself. My fault. I shouldn’t have flown so high. I should have stayed only a few meters up.”
For a moment, Paragon was silent. Then he crouched down next to Titan. “It’s
not
your fault.” He forced a smile. “Look at you! He had you beaten to a pulp, you’ve got a broken leg, no superpowers and you still managed to save my life.” He slapped Titan on the shoulder. “It’s not powers that make a hero—”
Titan finished the sentence for him. “It’s courage.”
In the distance, they could hear a helicopter approaching.
“If we can’t get our powers back, then this is the end of the superhumans,” Titan said.
“Hey, I was never a superhuman to begin with.” Paragon grinned. “When you get that leg mended, you come have dinner with me and my wife. She’s always saying she wants to meet the people I work with.”
“You’re married too, huh?”
“Yeah. Five years now. We’ve got twin girls. Cute as buttons and already smarter than their old man. You?”
Titan nodded. “A son. He’s three. Just about.” Titan smiled. “But you already know his mother.” He nodded toward Energy.
“Yeah, I figured that one out a long time ago.”
“Seriously? I thought we were being so careful about it!” Titan held out his hand. “My name’s Warren. Warren Wagner.”
Paragon shook it. “Good to know you, Warren. And I want you to know
this
. You’ve saved my life before—heck, we’ve all saved each other’s lives dozens of times—but today was different. You ever need anything—anything at all—you come and see me. My name is Solomon Cord.”
1
C
OLIN
W
AGNER SAT UP SUDDENLY
, A gunshot still echoing through his ears. He was on his feet in an instant, looking around wildly for the source of the sound.
His shoulders sagged.
Just the dream again…
He rubbed his eyes.
Where am I?
The smell of dry hay and damp cow manure reached his nostrils.
Oh. Right.
He remembered sneaking across the farmyard a few hours earlier. Almost overcome with exhaustion, he’d crept into the old wooden barn and climbed up into the hayloft.
Now, spears of sunlight pierced through the cracks and knotholes in the barn’s wall. Looking at the angle of the beams of light, Colin thought,
Sun’s been up for almost an hour and I can’t hear anything moving out there. This has got to be the quietest farm I’ve ever seen.
Colin sat down again, dangling his bare feet over the edge of the hayloft, and yawned.
The same dream had woken him almost every morning for the four months since he’d left Sakkara. Solomon Cord chained to a chair, Renata Soliz’s family bound and gagged. Victor Cross nearby, talking to Colin on the phone. Telling him that he had to choose whether Cord or Renata’s family would die.
And in the dream—as always—Colin chose Cord. Then a man stepped out of the shadows, placed the muzzle of a small handgun against Solomon Cord’s forehead and pulled the trigger.
Colin shuddered.
Why do I keep having the same dream over and over? Maybe my brain’s just telling me that I made the wrong choice.
Or maybe it’s because I know I did the
right
thing. Even though it meant that Sol died, it was still the right thing.
Colin felt his stomach rumble, and he tried to remember the last time he’d eaten.
Three days ago. The café in Vámospérce. Just before I crossed the border into Romania.
The owner had been at the back of the café as Colin passed, and he offered Colin a sandwich in return for helping him drag the huge, overflowing bins toward the street.
Good sandwich,
Colin said to himself. He glanced down at his bare, unwashed feet. His boots had finally disintegrated over a month before, back in Austria. He didn’t need to wear anything on his feet—his skin was more than tough enough to cope with any environment—but an unwashed, shoeless thirteen-year-old boy drew attention, and that was the last thing Colin wanted.
I suppose they’re still looking for me. Probably still searching the States. Or maybe they think I went home.
Maybe I
should
go back home. See Brian again. God, I wish I’d told him…. He must have felt sick every time me and Danny were on the news. His best friends turned out to be the sons of superhumans and we just left him behind.
Colin swallowed. He didn’t want to think about his parents. He wasn’t even sure he ever wanted to see them again.
They betrayed me by bringing Max Dalton to Sakkara. How could they not care that he tried to kill me? Dad always said that…
He shook his head.
No. Don’t think about them. Forget them.
When Colin was eight years old, two older boys at school had
beaten him up. Colin had taken his revenge by stealing a comic from one and putting it in the other’s schoolbag. The resulting fight had been so ferocious that it had taken four teachers to pry the bullies apart. Colin had been immensely proud of his act and boasted about it to his parents. Their reaction had not been what he’d expected.
His father had gone ballistic, yelling at Colin, “The ends never justify the means!”
Colin’s mother—who was always much more levelheaded than her husband—had taken Colin aside and explained what the problem was. “You stole something. Stealing is wrong. You know that.”
“Yeah, but, see, those two used to gang up on everyone, and now they’re not even allowed to talk to each other in the playground. Maybe I did a bad thing by stealing, but now everyone else is happier ’cos we don’t have to worry about them anymore.”
“You stole something. Those two boys might be bullies, but you’re a thief. Why is stealing from a bully any better than stealing from a shop?”
“No, but…” Colin’s argument faltered. “See…”
“Colin, you can’t do good by doing bad things.”
Now, as he lay back on the hayloft in a remote farm in northern Romania, Colin Wagner understood exactly what his parents had been talking about.
Yeah, adults are great at laying down the rules, but they’re not always so good at sticking to them. Working with Max Dalton is wrong. I don’t
care
if he’s the only ex-superhuman with any knowledge of how mind-control works. Max risked my life and the lives of tens of thousands
of innocent people when he tried to use that machine. I know he thought he was doing the right thing, but that’s no excuse.
Almost fifteen years earlier, on the day Colin’s best friend Danny Cooper was born, Danny’s father—the hyperfast superhuman known as Quantum—had received a vision of the future. In that vision, Quantum had seen Danny as a young man leading an army of superhumans against the ordinary people. Billions would die in the war.
Max Dalton knew Quantum well enough to realize that the future he’d seen was likely real—and had to be prevented. Max had used his mind-control on Quantum, forcing him to work alongside the villain Ragnarök to create a machine capable of stripping all the superhumans of their powers.
It had worked. For ten years, there had been no superhumans. And then Danny and Colin—the son of Energy and Titan—reached puberty, and their own powers began to appear.
If only Dad hadn’t destroyed Ragnarök’s machine just after it was used…. Then none of us would have powers. We’d all still be living at home and we’d probably never have learned the truth about what happened to the superhumans.