Reckoners 01 - Steelheart

this to me.”
    “You can fight it, Prof,” I said. It felt right. “I’ve seen you do it. You’re a good man. Don’t let it consume you.”
    He nodded, breathing in and out deeply. “Take it.” He reached out his hand.
    I hesitantly took his hand with my good one—the other was crushed. I should have felt pain from that. I was too much in shock.
    I didn’t feel any different, but Prof seemed to grow more in control. My wounded hand re-formed, bones pulling together. In seconds I could flex it again, and it worked perfectly.
    “I have to split it up among you,” he said. “It doesn’t seem to …seep into you as quickly as it does me. But if I give it all to one person, they’ll change.”
    “That’s why Megan couldn’t use the tensors,” I said. “Or the harmsway.”
    “What?”
    “Oh, sorry. You don’t know. Megan’s an Epic too.”
    “What?”
    “She’s Firefight,” I said, cringing back a bit. “She used her illusion powers to fool the dowser. Wait, the dowser—”
    “Tia and I programmed it to exclude me,” Prof said. “It gives a false negative on me.”
    “Oh. Well, I think Steelheart must have sent Megan to infiltrate the Reckoners. But Edmund said that he couldn’t gift his powers to other Epics, so … yeah. That’s why she couldn’t ever use the tensors.”
    Prof shook his head. “When he said that, in the hideout, it made me wonder. I’d never tried to give mine to another Epic. I should have seen … Megan …”
    “You couldn’t have known,” I said.
    Prof breathed in and out, then nodded. He looked at me. “It’s okay, son. You don’t need to be afraid. It’s passing quickly this time.”
    He hesitated. “I think.”
    “Good enough for me,” I said, climbing to my feet.
    The air smelled of explosives—of gunpowder, smoke, and burned flesh. The growing sunlight was reflecting off the steel surfaces around us. I found it almost blinding, and the sun wasn’t even fully up yet.
    Prof looked at the sunlight as if he hadn’t noticed it before. He actually smiled, and seemed more and more like his old self. He strode out across the field, walking toward something in the rubble.
    Megan’s personality changed when she used her powers too
, I thought.
In the elevator shaft, on the cycle … she changed. Became brasher, more arrogant, even more hateful
. It had passed quickly each time, but she’d barely used her powers, so maybe the effects on her had been weaker.
    If that was true, then spending time with the Reckoners—when she needed to be careful not to use her abilities lest she give herself away—had served to keep her from being affected. The people she was meant to have infiltrated had instead turned her more human.
    Prof came walking back with something in his hand. A skull, blackened and charred. Metal glinted through the soot. A steel skull. He turned it toward me. There was a groove in the right cheekbone, like the trail left by a bullet.
    “Huh,” I said, taking the skull. “If the bullet could hurt his bones, why couldn’t the blast?”
    “I wouldn’t be surprised if his death triggered his tranfersion abilities,” Prof said. “Turning what was left of him as he died—his bones, or some of them—into steel.”
    Seemed like a stretch to me. But then, strange things happened around Epics. There were oddities, especially when they died.
    As I regarded the skull, Prof called Tia. I distractedly caught the sounds of weeping, exclamations of joy, and an exchange that ended with her turning the copter back for us. I looked up, then found myself walking toward the tunnel entrance into the stadium innards.
    “David?” Prof called.
    “I’ll be right back,” I said. “I want to get something.”
    “The copter will be here in a few minutes. I suggest we
not
be here when Enforcement comes in earnest to see what happened.”
    I started running, but he didn’t object further. As I entered the darkness, I turned my mobile’s light up to full, illuminating the tall, cavernous corridors. I ran past Nightwielder’s body suspended in steel. Past the place where Abraham had detonated the explosion.
    I slowed, peeking into concession stands and restrooms. I didn’t have long to look, and I soon felt like a fool. What did I expect to find? She’d left. She was …
    Voices.
    I froze, then turned about in the dim corridor. There. I walkedforward, eventually finding a steel door frozen open and leading into what appeared to be a janitorial