The Strike Trilogy (33 page)

Jonathan grabbed Tobin by his shoulders and flew with him to the second floor. As Adrianna distracted the Cicatrix, Jonathan then flew down and brought Keplar to the second floor, before finally picking up Orion and Adrianna.

“Where now?” the bat-creature asked, as he dropped his sister with the others.

“There!” She pointed to a hallway. “It’s gonna follow us, but we don’t have any other choice! To the window, it might buy us some time!”

The heroes ran down the hallway and leapt out a small, square window, escaping into the open air and sliding down the side of the pyramid. When their feet hit the ground, Keplar pointed to his and Junior’s ATVs, which were sitting nearby.

“Those!” the husky shouted. “Hurry!”

Tobin eyed the vehicles. “Uh, what are they?”

“Just drive it! We gotta get this thing away from here!”

Tobin jumped onto the ATV. “Let’s not forget that driving isn’t really my—”

The Cicatrix burst through the wall of the pyramid and charged at the heroes, roaring and swiping its tail. Keplar and Tobin zoomed off on the ATVs, with Tobin following Keplar toward the edge of a cliff as the monster bounded after them.

“Uh, Keplar...”

“Zanatopia’s not too far from here,” the husky replied. “I’m not letting this thing get away and get loose in some town.”

The Cicatrix chased after the ATVs, its claws pounding the ground, its fang-filled jaws gaining on the heroes. They sped toward the cliff.

“On the count of three,” Keplar said. “One...two...”

Tobin’s eyes widened as the cliff grew closer.

“Three!”

Keplar cut his ATV to the right, while Tobin cut his to the left. The Cicatrix was running too fast and was taken surprise by the sudden turns of the vehicles, and it could not slow itself down. Scurrying its feet against the ground, it hurtled off the cliff, plummeting toward the water below. It tried to get its wings flapping during its descent, but the water was too close, and the beast’s body crashed against the jagged rocks in the river below, where it would lay until the end of time.

However, Tobin and Keplar were also going too fast for their quick maneuver, and their ATVs tumbled over and sent them flying. Both of their bodies were sent rolling toward the cliff, but they were able to grab onto the edge and hold on.

Clutching at the dirt, his feet swinging in the air, Tobin struggled to bring himself up. But then a hand grabbed onto his arm. He looked up.

“Honestly,” Adrianna said. “What would you do without me?”

Nearby, while Adrianna pulled Tobin up onto solid ground, Jonathan grabbed onto Keplar’s jacket and pulled him to safety.

“Tobin, I’m so sorry,” Adrianna said, as Tobin leaned over with his hands on his knees. “About everything. I will never forgive myself for any of this. I just...I’m sorry.”

Tobin looked up at her, exhausted. “Adrianna, I don’t know whose side you’re on. But right now, I don’t really care.”

Tobin embraced her and wrapped her in a hug. She was surprised.

On the jungle ground, Keplar rolled over, and slowly got to his feet. Jonathan was standing near him, transformed back into his human form.

“You okay?” the pale man asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good. Hey, thanks for staying with us back there. That was really—”

Keplar punched Jonathan in the face and Jonathan fell to the ground.

“You’re welcome,” the husky said, dusting off his pants.

Hearing the loud engine of a sky-ship, Tobin and Adrianna looked up. The Sky-Blade was hovering over them, readying itself for a landing.

“Hey, Romeo, Juliet,” Keplar said. “Let’s go. We got a lot of stuff to figure out.”

Tobin looked to Adrianna. “You ready? You can go with us and we can—”

“I’m not going,” she said.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t belong with you guys. I never will. No one up there will ever trust me, and I don’t blame them.”

“Look, I’m not exactly sure I trust you either, but we still need to—”

“Tobin, I can’t. I’m not one of you. As much as I wish I was.”

“You’re better than you know.”

The Sky-Blade landed, its side door opening and its ramp extending to the ground. As Orion walked up the ramp, Keplar followed him, dragging the unconscious Jonathan with him.

“Tobes, we gotta get out of here,” the husky said. “She can do what she wants, but her brother’s coming with us. I ain’t letting him go free after all the crap he’s pulled.”

“Come on,” Tobin said to Adrianna. “You’re safer with us.”

“I can’t,” she replied. “I have to go. My mom needs me. I have to bring whatever money Rigel gave us, and see if I can cure her. She’s waiting for me.”

“So we will take you to her.”

She looked at him, unsure.

“How else are you gonna get out of here? What are you gonna do, walk? Come with us, and if you want, after we bring you home, you’ll never see any of us ever again. Though I really don’t know why you’d do that—not after you’ve only just begun experiencing my dashing charisma and charming wit.”

Tobin smirked. She laughed, shaking her head.

“Something tells me that smirk of yours gets you in a lot of trouble.”

Tobin took her hand, and they walked up the Sky-Blade’s ramp.

CHAPTER TWENTY

“H
ey!” Jonathan shouted, as he banged his fists on the impenetrable glass wall in front of him. He had just awoken, and was surprised to find himself in one of the cells in the holding area of the Museum of the Heroes. The temporary prison cells on the bottom floor of the mountain were almost never used, but for this particular prisoner, Orion had made an exception. “Let me out of here!” the pale man shouted. “You don’t have to keep me in here! I already told you, I’ll tell you anything you wanna know! We were on the same side back in the pyramid, remember? Hey! Get back here! Hey!”

As Keplar and Scatterbolt walked away from the cell, Keplar was holding the cell’s keys in his paw, swinging them around on their chain. Scatterbolt was back in his normal body—once again three feet tall, with his purple-and-silver chrome shining as if brand new.

“Do you really think he’ll help us, Keplar?” the robot asked, as they walked out of the holding area.

“I don’t know, pal. Maybe. Either way, we can’t just let him go free—he was working with Rigel and Nova, after all, so we gotta be careful. But, they did leave him to die back there, so maybe if we help him with his disease, he’ll help us figure out more about this Daybreaker.” The dog shrugged. “It’s worth a shot.”

“But is it really smart to keep him here in the museum? I don’t like the idea of him knowing about this place...”

“He was out cold the whole way here, bud—believe me, he’s got no idea where he is. As far as he knows, he could be in any jail cell in any prison in Capricious. You don’t have to worry about that. By the way, how’s it feel to be back in your normal body?”

Scatterbolt flexed his elbows and rotated his waist. “Really great, actually. As much as I liked being big and powerful for a while, it was also kind of scary, to be honest. It turns out I much prefer being small to being big.”

Keplar laughed, and the two friends walked into the museum elevator. When the elevator opened again, they stepped out of it and into the museum science lab. Wakefield and Junior were there, standing at a row of computers and intently discussing their latest research. The father and son techno-wizards were surrounded by stacks of books and three-dimensional holograms of the Chrono-Key, and they were so engrossed in their work that they didn’t even notice when Keplar and Scatterbolt walked past them.

Orion was also in the lab, sitting by himself at a table and looking over Tobin’s father’s pencil drawings. In the old man’s hand there was a note, written on a piece of paper with the letterhead of the Wakefield and Son’s repair shop at the top. The note on the paper was scrawled in pen:

ORION,

THANKS FOR ALL YOUR HELP, BUT I CAN’T STAY HERE. THIS ISN’T WHERE I BELONG. I NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT BROUGHT ME HERE, AND HOW TO GET HOME.

SCOTT

“What are we gonna do now, Orion?” Scatterbolt asked, as he and Keplar approached the table. “Are we ever gonna be able to figure out what Rigel did to find the Daybreaker?”

Orion turned around. “Well, we’ll keep trying until we can’t any longer, Scatterbolt, I know that. Wakefield and Junior are gonna stay with us for the time being, and we’re all gonna work together to try and find the answers.”

“What about Tobin?” the robot asked. “What’s he gonna do if the Daybreaker comes back? Do you think the Daybreaker even
cares
about Tobin?”

Orion thought it over. “I’m not so sure about that, Scatterbolt. But we’ll deal with it when the time comes. Right now, Tobin needs some time to rest and get back to his normal life. Right now, he’s exactly where he needs to be.”

Tobin walked into his house with a sigh and hung his jacket on the wall. His mother was in the dining room, setting the table.

“Hey, honey, you’re just in time. I made your favorite for Sunday dinner—tacos—and I thought we could—oh my god, Tobin, what happened to your face?”

Tobin touched his fingers to his jaw. Oops. He had forgotten how terrible he looked. He had a black eye, and a gash across his cheek.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” the boy said, waving off the concern. “Chad’s uncle got these new ATVs, so we were taking them out behind Chad’s house, and I flipped over the handlebars. It’s no big deal. It looks worse than it is.”

“Well, it looks awful. You need to be careful on those things, you know: I heard ATVs can be very dangerous.” Tobin’s mother pulled his chair out from the table. “Here, sit down and eat. Everything’s nice and fresh. I made chicken, veggies, and got some nice cheese from the deli.”

Tobin and his mother sat down at the table and began making their tacos. Tobin’s stomach growled. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was.

“So how was your big weekend sleepover at Chad’s?” his mother asked. “Did you guys do anything else fun? Hopefully something less dangerous?”

Tobin took a big bite. “You know what? I’m actually more interested in hearing about your weekend, Mom. Did you end up going shopping with Aunt Megan?”

“Yes, I did. We met at the Providence Place mall this morning, and I got these fantastic new shoes to go with my dress for your cousin’s wedding next month. And that store I love, you know the one? They were having a really great sale, so I got a bunch of new stuff from there. But I know you don’t wanna hear about all that, so I’ll stop now.”

“No, go ahead.”

Tobin’s mother was surprised. “Really? You wanna hear about my shopping trip?”

“Yeah. What else did you guys do?”

“Well, first we met for breakfast at this nice little place your aunt knew about. And, of course, she was convinced this guy sitting at the table across from us was Johnny Depp. Because that’s exactly where Johnny Depp would be on a Sunday morning, eating breakfast in East Providence.”

Tobin laughed. His mother continued her story as they ate their dinner, and, as usual, her recollections and impressions of her sister became more exaggerated and more hilarious as they went along. He loved having these dinners, just him and her, like the old days, when he was little. Oftentimes, their laughter and jokes would go on for hours after they had finished eating, and on this night, after the weekend he had endured, Tobin was happier than ever to see that this seemed like it was going to be one of those nights.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“E
verybody say ‘high school graduates!’”

Tobin, Jennifer, and Chad smiled. “High school graduates!” they replied in unison. The three friends were at Chad’s graduation party in his backyard, with a banner hanging above them that read: CONGRATULATIONS, CHAD! As usual at Chad’s parties, the house and surrounding yard of the Fernandes clan was filled with dozens of members of Chad’s very large, very emotional Portuguese family, while his father, a heavy man in his late forties named Tony, had just finished taking his ninety-ninth picture of the afternoon.

“Great pic, guys,” Chad’s father said, inspecting the photo on his camera. “Don’t forget to come in and have some food—there’s plenty of it, and I really don’t feel like having miniature chicken salad sandwiches for lunch for the next two weeks.”

Tobin laughed. “Okay, thanks, Mr. Fernandes.”

As Chad’s father walked up the stairs and onto the patio, Tobin reached into a nearby cooler and grabbed a couple of cans of soda (and a bottle of water for the health-conscious Jennifer, of course.)

“I still can’t believe it,” she said, taking the water from Tobin. “We were just at our high school graduation, guys. We are literally no longer students at Bridgton High. We’ll never walk those halls ever again, and we’ll never take another test there ever again. How weird is that?”

Chad nodded. “I know. It seriously doesn’t even feel real. I keep thinking that next September I’ll just wake up and drive there, out of habit.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re gonna have to do that, anyway,” Tobin said. “I still have no idea how you graduated, considering your senior project was on Pokémon.”

“Listen, Pokémon has had a huge impact on our generation, okay? And I really don’t wanna hear this crap from you, considering you were number 158 out of 168 in our graduating class.”

Tobin grinned. “I’m still just amazed there were ten kids with grades worse than me.”

Jennifer shook her head. “I’m still just amazed that I made it all the way through high school, and yet somehow I’m still stuck with you two dim-wits as best friends. How did I not find new friends somewhere along the way? Honestly?”

“Because nobody is as awesome as us,” Tobin replied, throwing his arm around her. “Just think, if it wasn’t for us, you would’ve gone through your entire high school career without ever getting a single detention.”

“The great ‘Ice Cream Sandwich-Eating Superbowl Championship World Series Final Battle of Sophomore Year,’” Chad reminisced. “Best day of my life.”

“I’m still gonna kill you two for that,” Jennifer said. “I wasn’t even in the stupid contest.”

“No, but you were a judge,” Tobin replied. “And like Mr. Hastings told you, that’s as bad as being in the contest, Jennifer Robins. He was so disappointed in you. I thought he was gonna cry.”

“Seriously,” Chad said. “Best day of my life.”

The three friends walked toward a length of the backyard where two of Chad’s cousins were playing horseshoes.

“What’d you guys wanna do now?” Jennifer asked. “You wanna play horseshoes? Chad, who else did you say was coming? We could go swimming; I’m not sure how warm the water is, but it’s so hot that I don’t—”

“Oh my god,” Chad’s father said from the patio.

Tobin, Chad, and Jennifer turned toward the patio. Chad’s father was looking at his cell phone. He was concerned, and frightened.

“What is it, Dad?” Chad asked.

“There was some kind of attack in Boston. Some guy is standing on top of the Garden, and there’s fire everywhere.”

Chad and Jennifer turned to Tobin. He was staring at Chad’s father, waiting for more information.

“I’m gonna turn on the TV,” Chad’s father said, as he walked into the house. Other members of Chad’s family had also heard the conversation, and were now checking their phones and following him inside. Tobin, Jennifer, and Chad also followed, bringing up the rear of the group and walking into the back door. Tobin’s heart was thumping. His adrenaline was kicking in. He knew he was most likely going to be needed in Boston, to take care of the situation, whatever it was. Hopefully nothing too intense, as usual. Just some weirdo trying to get on the news.

In Chad’s living room, Tobin made his way through the crowd gathered around the television set that was hanging on the wall. He couldn’t see the screen, but the boy could hear that the TV was tuned to WTN, the popular twenty-four-hour news network. Various members of Chad’s family were gasping, and whispering to each other.

“Oh my god,” Chad’s Aunt Paula said. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it.”

Tobin reached the front of the crowd. He looked at the TV. The twenty-four-hour news network was broadcasting a live image of the exterior of the sports arena known as the Garden—the arena where the Boston Celtics and Bruins played their home games, near the North End of Boston. The shaky video footage was being filmed by a helicopter, and as it recorded, the viewers at home could see that a man was standing on the roof of the arena. White pillars of fire were shooting up from the streets and sidewalks around the arena, and the thirty-foot tall flames were snapping with black, snaking streaks of energy. A group of pedestrians and police officers were gathered on the street below the arena, looking up at the roof, unsure of what to do.

Tobin watched from Chad’s living room as the news camera zoomed in on the person standing on the rooftop. It was a man dressed in silver armor, with a helmet covering his face and head. The helmet had two insect-like eyes, red markings along its cheeks, and a grid of silver strips of metal for a mouth.

It was the Daybreaker.

Tobin stared at the TV. Jennifer and Chad were very frightened.

“Tobin, is that...?” Jennifer asked. “Is that…who you told us about?”

Tobin didn’t answer. He was concentrating on the TV.

“Oh, great,” Chad’s father said, throwing his arms up. “Another one of these costumed lunatics. What the hell is going on in that damn city, lately? All these freaks popping out of the damn—”

“Wait, wait,” Chad said. “Something’s happening. Turn it up.”

Chad’s father turned up the volume.

“We are looking live at the city of Boston,” the WNT reporter said on the TV, “where a masked figure is standing on the rooftop of a sports arena in silence, already having conjured up several large, bizarre fires that have created a traffic back-up for miles throughout the city. As of yet, the strange figure has done nothing but stand there, unmoving, but it appears…yes, it appears he is going to take off his helmet.”

The helicopter camera zoomed in on the roof of the arena. Reaching up with both hands, the Daybreaker placed his palms on the sides of his helmet, and pushed up. Removing the helmet from his head, he revealed his face.

The Daybreaker was Strike.

More specifically, the Daybreaker was Tobin Lloyd dressed as Strike. The mysterious figure was wearing a blue, triangular piece of cloth over the lower part of his face, so that only his eyes and dark hair were visible, but for the few people who knew Strike’s secret identity, there was no doubt that it was Tobin Lloyd’s eyes and dark hair above the mask.

The party guests and family members at Chad’s house gasped at the sight of Strike underneath the Daybreaker’s helmet. But how could this be, Jennifer and Chad asked themselves? Tobin Lloyd, the hero known as Strike, was standing right next to them in Chad’s living room, forty miles away from Boston.

“Tobin, what’s going on?” Jennifer asked, her voice cracking. “How could...who is that?”

Again, Tobin didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His eyes were wide and pinned to the TV, his jaw dropped. His chest was rising with rapid breaths.

“It appears that the person standing on the roof is the mysterious crime-fighting vigilante of Boston known as Strike,” the news reporter said. “This masked man—some say teenage boy—has been sighted repeatedly in the city in recent months, stopping crimes, helping the police, and saving pedestrians in need. He has never been known to do anything like this, however, so we are still waiting on confirmation that this is indeed the crime-fighter known as Strike.”

The crowd gathered in Chad’s house watched as the Daybreaker’s metal armor dropped off him in pieces, landing on the rooftop around him. With his armor removed, the rest of the Strike costume on the Daybreaker’s body was revealed—the white ‘S’ in the shape of a lightning bolt on his chest, the tattered black cape, and the black gloves and black boots.

“I can confirm that it does indeed appear to be Strike who has set these fires around the city of Boston,” the reporter said, “but the reason for this bizarre scene and demonstration remains a mystery.”

The cameraman in the helicopter turned to his right. There was now a military helicopter in the sky, hovering above the sports arena.

“The United States Air Force is now on the scene,” the reporter explained, “along with the National Guard—dozens of troops are on the ground, convening with the members of the Boston police department. The Air Force helicopter is now shining a light on Strike, and it appears to have gotten his attention.”

Onscreen, the Daybreaker raised his head and looked at the U.S. Air Force helicopter hovering above him. After his eyes flashed with blue lightning, the mysterious teen boy raised his hand and shot a stream of raging white fire from his palm. The helicopter was engulfed in the white flames, and it immediately dropped, its pilot losing control, and the vehicles’ blades spinning erratically as it plummeted to Earth.

The party guests at Chad’s house screamed, covering their mouths. Most of them looked away as the helicopter crashed and burst into flames on the chaotic street in front of the Garden sports arena.

Many of Chad’s family members were crying now, including Chad, who was hugging his mom. Jennifer watched Tobin. The boy was staring at the TV, craning his neck forward, his eyes narrowed and full of fury.

“Oh my god...” the reporter gasped. “Oh my god...Strike has attacked the United States Air Force. The helicopter has crashed to the ground, to the streets full of people. Oh my god, why is Strike doing this?”

Onscreen, the Daybreaker walked to the edge of the arena. After raising both hands and holding them in front of him, he sent streaks of blue-and-white lightning down from his palms and toward the sidewalk below. The lightning crashed into the police cars surrounding the building, sending the vehicles and the police officers standing behind them hurtling through the air.

“My god...” the reporter said. “Strike is now attacking the police and pedestrians gathered on the streets below. The pillars of white flames around the arena are growing and spreading now, catching fire to the surrounding buildings. Good lord...this is an attack. The mysterious vigilante known as Strike is on the attack.”

“I knew it,” Chad’s father said, shaking his head, his jaw clenched. “I knew that freak was up to no good. For weeks, I’ve been telling everyone—all this damn Strike has brought to this place is more harm than good, with the attack on Bridgton, all these whackos in the city, and now look at this!”

“Tony, stop,” Chad’s mother said. “This isn’t the time to—”

“No, the freak is showing his true colors. I told everyone. Watch, I said. Sooner or later, he’s gonna show what he’s really here for. And look at this. Here it is.” Chad’s father shook his head. “Someone shoulda killed that freak when they had the chance.”

“Tobin,” Jennifer said, tears in her eyes, “what’s happening?”

Tobin stared at his exact likeness on the TV screen, as the Daybreaker extended his arms and spread his white fire and blue lightning throughout the streets and buildings of Boston.

“I have to go,” the boy said to Jennifer.

Tobin turned and walked out of Chad’s living room, pushing past the people gathered around the TV. The party guests were so frightened that they didn’t even notice as the boy walked out the back door and down the sidewalk.

Tobin—his eyes filled with anger and staring straight ahead—marched with heavy footsteps and eventually reached a small general store on the corner near Chad’s house. Walking behind the store, where nobody was near, the boy reached into his pocket, retrieved a blue portal pistol, and pointed it in front of him. After pulling the pistol’s trigger, he created a portal of blue energy, and walked into it.

On the other side of the portal, Tobin emerged and walked onto the landing platform outside the Museum of the Heroes. With the same focused, intense look across his face, he marched toward the museum’s entrance, and pushed open the giant double-doors.

Three floors below the entrance, in the museum science lab, Orion, Junior, and Wakefield were inspecting Jonathan, who was sitting upright on a medical bed. The pale man’s sleeves were rolled up, and there were several IVs and sensors attached to his arms. Wakefield was showing Orion the latest readings about Jonathan’s bat-transformation disease, while Scatterbolt and Keplar were sitting nearby at a table, playing cards.

Tobin pushed open the door of the lab.

“Where is he?” Tobin said. “Where is he, where’s—”

Tobin saw Jonathan, sitting on the medical bed. The boy walked quickly toward the pale man, his fists clenched.

“Tobin, what’s wrong?” Orion said. “Why are you—”

Tobin grabbed Jonathan by the shirt collar, shaking him. “What’s happening?!” the boy shouted. “How is this happening? What did they do?”

Jonathan was amused, leaning away from Tobin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, kid, but you need to let go of me right now, I know that much.”

“Tobin, what’s happened?” Orion asked. “We’re trying to get some readings on Jonathan’s disease, so he can help us find—”

Tobin ripped the IVs from Jonathan’s arms and flipped over a nearby computer station. Grabbing Jonathan by his neck, the enraged boy pulled the pale man from the medical bed and slammed him to the floor.

“Tell me what’s happening!” the boy shouted, kneeling over Jonathan, his fist cocked. Using his other hand, he pinned Jonathan to the floor. “Tell me what is going on!”

“Tobin,” Orion said, walking to the boy, “you need to tell me, right now, what you are talking about. What’s happened?”

Tobin spun around. “Turn on the TV! Turn on the newsfeed from Earth!”

Orion picked up a remote control from a table and turned on a large monitor that was hanging on the science lab wall. The screen took up half the wall of the lab, and when Orion tuned it to WNT, everybody in the room could see Strike standing on the roof of the arena in Boston. The masked hero was firing bolts of blue lightning at the helicopters and jets flying over him.