Unmasked Heroes (Book 1)

Chapter 3

The bad news is time flies. The good news is you're the pilot

Michael Altshuler

The last time we fought off Chasm and he'd gotten away; the supervillain had not been wearing state-of-the-art armour or a helmet for that matter. Neither did he have those weird wires popping over his arms, running to his head. I had a sinking feeling, this time around, things would be slightly different. And though my confidence seems over the top, I'm worried this fight might not be ours. The team can't know that though – morale needs to be strong if we want to give it all we've got.

My mask gives me a visual reading of his armoury, green lines swarming my vision in grids and circles. It indicates that Chasm has indeed supped up his gloves with vibrating devices to not only shake the ground but shudder across the whole city. We have to stop him before he causes an earthquake and all the buildings become an avalanche, crushing everything and everyone. Thousands of lives will be destroyed. I can't risk that.

"Scorpio go low!" I'm barking instructions as I teleport, narrowly missing Chasm's strike at me as I obtain higher ground, my feet finding purchase on the top of a roof.

Chasm's eyes turn to Scorpio sizing him up. From my vantage point, I see them both, having a face-off. Blue is lurking in the shadows waiting for my signal. Puma is with the lighters, barring any exit points, in some attempt to contain Chasm. When Chasm launches his fist at Skye, letting it skyrocket off his hand, I'm already leaping.

I'm next to Scorpio in a flash and then, grabbing his hand, I feel a slight whoosh and we're both out of the fist's impact zone.

"Thanks," he nods.

I tip my head, still feeling the sting of the fist from where its metal brushed the back of my neck.

"What was that?" I ask. "Since when can his fist dislodge from his body like some bullet!"

Before Scorpio can respond, something catches his eye, because their amber irises widen and he's tackling me to the ground.

"Watch out!"

"Argh!"

We both hit the road as the same fist whizzes passed and reattaches itself on Chasm's hand. I untangle myself from Skye, ignoring the buzzing feel of his hands on my waist.

"That's all you got?" I know I'm provoking Chasm, but it's what I do best.

He grunts a response. "Not even close, Wolf."

He gets his hands on a small car, effortlessly picking it off the ground as if it were a toy. And then, Chasm throws it at me.

"Woah!" I gasp, turning my body at an angle away before teleporting out of the war zone.

The fight resumes whilst I'm gone, Scorpio battling against Chasm's fists as the supervillain attempts to launch them at me again. I'm teleporting back and forth, using every ounce of telekinesis I've got to deflect his incoming blows. Puma joins us in the fray, zipping at unimaginable speeds as she dizzies us all. When Chasm raises his hand to smash the ground, I realise we're out of time.

"All right Blue, do your thing," I say, when I know Scorpio and Puma have worn Chasm out.

"On it, Wolf."

I see a glimpse of Blue Hawk running in my general direction from my peripheral at the same time that Chasm does. He lifts his arm; the one Skye hasn't been holding down and takes aim.

"Not so fast!" I warn, lifting a drain lid with my telekinetic ability.

Everything slows, like a movie. Harry blinks in shock, ducking for cover. Chasm releases his gigantic metal fist, levelling straight at my teammate. I throw the drain lid, concentrating with my mind. The circular disc blocks the impact of the fist in mid-air. The lid falls to the ground, now dented to a cone shape with a single roll around the road.