Strike 2: Dawn of the Daybreaker (12 page)

Seventeen miles from the Wakefield & Son’s repair shop, deep within the shores of the Shadow Ocean, there lay an area known as the Midnight Hills; it was here where men (and some tough-as-nails women) worked in the underground mines that ran along the granite-filled valleys of the Never-World. Working all hours of the day and night, these workers made a healthy (and dangerous) living, heading into the deepest depths of the island to mine for the incredibly potent coal that made the Never-World’s various areas of gluttony, excess, and debauchery possible. Without these miners, the island could not function, as the power needed to feed its attractions was immense; luckily for the ex-super-villains that ran the place, there were plenty of eager, hungry, displaced people willing to work for a good salary—even if it meant risking their lives.

Like any area near a mine, there had sprung a mining town—this one called Riggston—and it was here where Orion now found himself; the gritty, dark streets were lined with hotels, diners, and tenement buildings, and also filled with exhausted inhabitants leaving the mines after a long day’s work.

“Excuse me,” Orion said, approaching a gruff-looking man who was wearing a mining helmet and soot-covered overalls. “I’m looking for someone named Scott. Have you seen him?”

Orion showed the man a photograph of Tobin’s father, but the miner shrugged.

“Nope. You can ask around, maybe someone else has.”

“I’ve asked just about everybody,” Orion sighed, watching the crowd of miners shuffle down the street. Frustrated, the old man stepped into a diner; at least he could get a bite to eat, although he wasn’t sure he wanted to eat anything from a place that looked like it had been blasted by a century’s worth of soot.

“Hey, honey,” a waitress said, as Orion sat down at the diner’s counter. “What’ll it be? You look down and out.”

“Just frustrated. I’m looking for someone, but...” Orion shook his head. “Anyway, I’ll have a cup of coffee and a piece of pie, please.”

“You got it, sugar.”

The waitress walked away, and Orion leaned on the counter, running his hand through his grey hair. Soot fell from his head and landed in a small pile in front of him.

“Hey, Orion,” the waitress said.

Orion looked up. “Yes?”

“Not you,” the waitress said. “Him.”

The waitress pointed across the diner, and Orion turned around. The old man saw his best friend, who died fifteen years ago, sitting by himself in a booth. Scott Lloyd, Tobin’s father, was wearing dirty, white coveralls and reading a newspaper. His hands and unshaven face were covered in soot, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

Orion’s stomach roiled. He stared at Scott from across the diner; the old man had not seen his best friend in over a decade. He was never supposed to see him again.

“Orion?” the waitress said again, louder.

Scott turned the page of his newspaper. “Yeah?”

“Lenny told me to tell you he’s got more work for you tomorrow. Show up at five and be ready, he said.”

“Okay. Thanks, Susie.”

Another waitress arrived with Scott’s dinner. He put his newspaper down and began to eat. Orion sat at the counter, staring, with his lungs and chest tight.

***

In the blossom tree-lined mountains of Zanatopia, Tobin, Keplar, and Junior were standing around Adrianna. Keplar had his plasma cannon drawn and pointed at her, while Junior was brandishing two cybernetic gloves, ready for a fight. Adrianna was holding both of her hands in the air.

“I don’t know if you guys noticed,” she said, “but I kinda just saved your lives.”

“Yeah,” Keplar replied, stepping toward her, raising his gun against his shoulder. “Except if you ask me, Derek seemed awfully surprised that you attacked him. Almost like he thought you were on his side.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Junior agreed.

“Guys,” Tobin said, stepping in between his friends and Adrianna. “She saved my life, back on Earth when I crashed into the harbor. And she helped me before that, too, fighting one of Rigel’s Gores. And let’s not forget that she just saved your life, Junior.”

“So she just keeps showing up whenever the bad guys show up,” Junior said, his robotic fists raised. “Seems awfully convenient to me.”

Adrianna kept her hands in the air, but stepped toward Keplar. “Hey, if you wanna fight, that’s fine with me. I just thought maybe you’d like to hear what I have to say.”

“Let’s hear her out, guys,” Tobin said. “She deserves that, at least, for saving us from Derek. I really don’t think she’d go through all that trouble if she was working with him.”

Keplar thought it over. “You’ve got about five seconds,” he said, his plasma cannon still pointed at Adrianna. “Make it good.”

“How’s that map of yours?” the girl asked.

Keplar looked to the ground. The tablet map was caked in mud, and its glass was cracked.

“Maybe it still works?” Keplar said, looking to Junior. The bald man shook his head.

“I know where Rigel and Nova are,” Adrianna said, “and I know what they are planning. You can either come with me to my place, learn everything I know, and then help me take them down tomorrow, or you can stay here and freeze to death. All those supplies of yours at the bottom of the quicksand pit are gonna come in real handy when it’s five degrees in a few hours.”

Keplar kept his gun pinned on her, thinking.

“I have food,” she said.

The dog narrowed his eyes.

“And beer,” she added.

Keplar and Junior exchanged a look.

“Good enough for me,” the husky said.

“Me too,” Junior agreed, unclenching his fists. “Which way we headed?”

***

After a two-hour hike along the mountainside, Tobin, Keplar, and Junior followed Adrianna into her house; the wide, two-level home was in a secluded, wooded area of the mountain, overlooking the main town of Zanatopia. The building was similar to the other houses Tobin had seen when they first landed: it had a blue, pitched roof, and it was made of a bamboo-like wood. The inside was warm and comforting: it was open and bare, and there were only a few pieces of furniture, along with elegant, beautiful carpets running along the hallway floors. There were no other homes for miles, and the quietness of the forest made Keplar, Junior, and Tobin feel at ease as they sat with Adrianna at a table in her kitchen.

“Rigel and Nova know who the Daybreaker is,” Adrianna explained, “they just don’t know
where
he is. That’s what this whole thing is about.”

“Have they told you who he is?” Tobin asked.

“No. They don’t trust me very much.”

“I wonder why,” Keplar said, chugging from his beer.

Adrianna nodded. “I was helping them, to a certain point. But when I learned the truth about what they are trying to do...” She shook her head. “This is way deeper than I ever knew. I can’t be a part of it anymore, not with what I know now. I think you guys are familiar with Vincent Harris?”

“Uh, yeah,” Keplar said.

Tobin raised his eyebrows. “Just a bit.”

Adrianna gripped the cup of tea in front of her. “Well, the Daybreaker...he was Vincent’s secret. Vincent was never supposed to be in charge of his invasion of Earth— he was only keeping the place warm for when the Daybreaker showed up, whenever that would be. That was Vincent’s whole plan: to find the Daybreaker and let him rule the Earth—with the threat of the Daybreaker’s power looming over everyone, Vincent believed he could bring peace to the war-torn, dangerous planet, thereby making the universe safer for Capricious. That’s how powerful the Daybreaker is—even Vincent was willing to step aside for him, and no one from either Earth or Capricious would ever be able to stop him.”

“Well,” Tobin said, “that’s just awesome. So we have someone out there who is more powerful than Vincent, someone Vince even looked up to?”

“Yes. Now Rigel and Nova are obsessed with finding him. I didn’t even think he actually existed, but now it looks like...what they have planned is...I can’t let that happen.”

“So now you expect us to believe you all the sudden had a change of heart and switched sides?” Junior asked.

“I don’t have a side, honey. Except my own. If they find this Daybreaker, we’re all dead. I’m smart enough to see that.”

Tobin thought it over. “Okay, so where did they take Scatterbolt?”

“They’re in an ancient pyramid they raised from the ground, about a day’s journey from here on foot. They have your friend, or his body, or whatever. They’re using the data they’ve gotten from him to get closer to the Daybreaker. From what I heard, we don’t have much time.”

Keplar looked across the table at Tobin and Junior.

“Okay,” the husky said. “As much as I don’t like it, I say we let her stay with us. If we even sense she’s leading us in the wrong direction, she’s gone. Agreed?”

“Yes,” Tobin said.

Junior nodded. “If you think it’s a smart idea.”

“I don’t,” Keplar admitted. “But right now it’s all we got.”

***

Later that night, as Keplar and Junior were studying a map of Rigel’s pyramid that Adrianna had provided, Tobin stepped out of the house to get some fresh air. Near a small shed to the side of the house, he saw Adrianna gathering some firewood. They would need the wood to heat the fire during the night, before they set out in the morning.

“Hey, Adrianna?” he asked, walking to her.

“Yeah?”

Tobin took the pile of wood from her arms. “Sorry about how those guys acted before. They can both be, uh, a little touchy sometimes.”

Adrianna gathered some more wood from the shed. “It’s okay. I can see where they’re coming from. I’d be acting the same way, if I was in their place.”

They walked back to the house with the firewood.

“And thanks, for, uh, helping me back on Earth,” Tobin said. “Both times.”   

“Don’t worry about it,” Adrianna said with a smile. “Rigel’s gonna be pretty pissed when he realizes I told you guys everything, so just help me against him when we get there tomorrow, and we’re even. How’s that?”

“Help you fight a giant, insane monster? I don’t know if that’s equal, but sure.”

Tobin smiled. They walked into the house and made a fire, and it warmed them as the chill of the night air turned cold and heavy.

In the diner in the mining town of Riggston, Orion stood from the counter and approached Scott’s table. The somehow-resurrected Scott was eating dinner and reading his newspaper, either unaware or ambivalent to Orion’s presence. While Orion searched for the right words in the impossible situation, he watched his old friend: Tobin’s father looked awful, with his dark hair unclean and his face gaunt, washed out, and grey. But, Orion thought, he appeared strangely young—as if he hadn’t aged in the past fifteen years.

“Scott?” Orion said, the word choking out of his mouth and hanging in the air.

Scott looked up, but shook his head and returned to his newspaper.  

Orion was confused. He and Scott had been friends for nearly a hundred years. But there wasn’t even a flash of recognition. “Scott, it’s me,” the old man said. “Orion.”

Scott looked up again, this time focusing. He was apprehensive, but curious. “I’m sorry?”

“What are you doing here, Scott?” Orion asked. He looked at Scott’s hands; they were bruised and battered, covered in soot and gnarled. “How is this possible?”

“I’m not Scott. Can I please just finish my meal?”

Orion’s mind was filled with a million, shouting thoughts. “Scott, don’t—don’t you…why did that waitress call you ‘Orion?’”

Scott pushed his chair away from the table and stood. He walked around Orion and toward the door.

“Susie, put it on my tab. Tell Lenny I’ll see him tomorrow.”

Scott walked out of the diner. Orion followed.

“Scott, I need to talk to you,” the old man said. Scott was walking away from him down the crowded, dark street. “Please. Just let me explain—I don’t know what—”

Scott suddenly turned around and grabbed Orion. He walked with the old man toward a building and slammed him against a wall.

“Are you one of them?” Scott growled, cocking his fist, his jaw clenched.

“One of who?” Orion asked, trying to remove Scott’s hand from his coat.

“The ones who have been looking for me,” Scott said, his eyes darting, his hands shaking. “The voices. Are you one of the voices?”

“No,” Orion said. “I don’t—”

Scott let go, but stepped closer to Orion. He was breaking down.

“Don’t mess with me,” Scott said, his voice cracking. He was furious, but also fragile, his eyes welling with tears. “Stop screwing with me. Get out of my head.”

“I’m not—I’m not, Scott...Don’t—don’t you know who I am?”

Scott studied Orion’s face. “You—your name’s Orion?”

“Yes.”

Scott began to cry.

“What’s my name?” he asked. “Please tell me my name.”

***

A short walk from the diner, Scott unlocked a door and led Orion into a small, filthy apartment in a tenement building in Riggston. The place looked like hell: the floor was littered with piles of dirty clothes and half-eaten food, and there was mold on the ceiling and cockroaches crawling on the broken-down furniture.

“This is where you live?” Orion asked.

“Yes,” Scott said, opening a closet and looking inside. He was twitching. “I think so.”

“Do you mind if I sit?”

Scott was now pacing. “Yeah, have a seat, wherever. Just make sure it’s where I can see you. Do you have the circle?”

“The circle...?” Orion looked to Scott; the confused man was breathing heavily, his eyes pinned open. “You can relax,” Orion said. “I’m not going to hurt you. I told you that.”

“Do you know where the circle is?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Just sit and talk with me. Go ahead.”

Scott sat down on a musty couch. Orion sat in a recliner across from him.

“How did you get here?” Orion asked. “How long have you been here?”

“I don’t…I don’t know. One day I was just here. I didn’t know who I was or what happened. I still don’t. And I can’t leave. They won’t let me.”

Orion thought it over. “Why did that lady call you Orion?”

“It’s the name I’ve been using. I know it’s not mine, but...it’s one of the only names I remember.”

“What are the other names you remember?” Orion asked.

“Catherine. And Tobin.”

Orion felt a lump growing in his throat. He did not know what to say. He looked at Scott, and Scott looked back at him.

“I have a son? A wife?”

Orion didn’t answer.

Scott looked away. He squinted at the floor. “Why can’t—sometimes I remember a life, but it doesn’t seem...who are you? I remember someone...”

Scott stood and walked to a cabinet. He opened a drawer and rummaged through it, searching through hundreds of sheets of yellowed paper. He found the piece he was looking for, and handed it to Orion.

Orion looked at the paper; it was a pencil drawing. It showed a young Orion: he was about twenty-five years old, and wearing his superhero costume, with a mask over his eyes. Scott always loved to draw.

Orion stared at the sketch. His eyes filled with tears. He looked up at Scott, trying to keep it together.

Scott was staring back at him. There was a new openness in his eyes, a recognition. “I remember him,” Scott said, pointing at the drawing. “Is that you?”

Scott walked back to the drawer, rummaged through it, and then retrieved another sheet of paper. He handed the second sheet to Orion.

It was another pencil drawing, this time of both Scott and Orion. They were in their teens and at high school, smiling and laughing.

“Sometimes I remember…” Scott said. “I remember having a friend.”

Orion looked up at Scott, trying not to blink.

“Yes, that’s me,” Orion said, his voice cracking. “I’m your friend. Always.”

Scott’s face fell. His eyebrows drooped.

“I need...” he said, his mouth quivering. “I need...”

Orion stood up and embraced Scott. Scott fell against him, exhausted and weeping.

“Help me,” he said. “Help me.”