Citadel (Book 1): Training in Necessity (31 page)

Silver State Charter High School

Hector gave the boy the best answer he could.  "She'll be in a safe place.  Somewhere- somewhere she can learn to use her power without hurting anyone and- and she'll be surrounded by people that will do anything to protect her."

The boy nodded his head and said, his voice solemn, "Thank you."

"-weapon-"

Hector gave the only answer he could.  "We're the Citadel, son.  It's what we're for."

CHAPTER 13: POWER

Ted farted, again.  His indigestion was killing him, his shoulder hurt and he was stinking up the cabin so bad that his first officer had been making excuses to duck out of it, off and on, for the last hour.  It was like the world was out to make this day as miserable as possible.

He wasn't even supposed to be working today.  If Turam wasn't still laid up after that wreck, if some Empowered asshole hadn't caused a nationwide blackout and thrown the FAA's schedule into the crapper by crashing half a dozen jets a few weeks back, if some Congressman hadn't wanted a 'priority' flight back to Washington...

Goddamit.  Ted hated flying across the country.  You couldn't go over the Battlegrounds, some asshole warlord might decide to knock you out of the sky.  That meant you had to cross bug territory.  There were all these fiddling little trade agreements in place, with lots of little clauses and allowances that amounted to "Ted has to fly his plane over the exact route we give him, no matter how damn silly it is, or we'll shoot him down for no reason, no matter how important his passenger is."

He didn't even know why they let the bugs live.  Ted hadn't met one face to face, but he'd seen them in plenty of movies and he had to talk to one every time a flight took him from coast to coast.  They were creepy, plain and simple.

He farted, so hard it hurt.  Ted was almost grateful, it was enough to distract him from his chest and his shoulder.

At least the flight was almost over.  Just a few more minutes until they were over D.C., where he could get a whole six hours rest before they stuffed him back in another jet to fly who knows where for who knows what goddamn reason.  He sighed.

His chest was really hurting now.  Little dizzy... that... that wasn't right.  Ted decided he needed help.

He fumbled for the intercom and tried to tell... Lee?  Sanchez?  What was his first officer's name, he couldn't- couldn't...

He stood up to go get help, stumbled a bit as the ground tilted beneath him.  Ted tried to laugh, his gut had caught the stick again.  Good thing Chris had control of the...

He staggered forward, the room getting darker.  God, his chest hurt so bad...  He got the cabin door open.  It stuck at first but he just shoved harder and harder, until he fell through and landed on someone.

It was Mike!  Good old Mike Pelwood, his favorite co-pilot.  Mike'd know what to do.

Lying on top of Mike, Ted farted.  It seemed so silly to him that he couldn't help but giggle.  Everything was getting all dim and woozy.  The last thing he could make out was someone yelling something about a plane.  It was okay.  Mike could handle it.

Cafeteria

No one had challenged Isaac in three weeks.  At least, no one he hadn't deliberately goaded into it.  He could see the fear in people's eyes, in the way they looked away when he was nearby or backed out of his way when he approached.  He hated it and he loved it.  Maybe he hated that he loved it?

Isaac didn't know how he felt, even Jessica hadn't been able to help him sort that one out, but he knew it was working.  No one wanted to fight him, not even in the team exercises.  He'd gone up against more than one person that should've been able to take him, or at least give him a real challenge, but they'd each hesitated.  Scared of him.  That was enough.  Better yet, he still found it easy to provoke a challenge from whoever his current target was.

There was only one problem.  Isaac's rank was slipping.  He was almost down to thirty now.  Jenny was the only one who'd beaten him, but since no one wanted to fight him they were just challenging the people right above or right below him.  He didn't care about the rank in and of itself, but there was a big difference between the top third of the class and the middle ranks.  If his challengers weren't tough enough, he'd be missing out on valuable experience.

Isaac approached the group of milling trainees, careful to keep the arrogant sneer on his face.  He'd modeled it after Duncan's and it seemed to do the trick.  A few of them saw him coming.  They got quieter and dropped their eyes.  He reached out to rest his hand on the shoulder of the one he wanted, not squeezing hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to remind the boy that he could if he wanted to.  That probably wouldn't take much, given the circumstances.

Donny turned around, the little black ball that was never far from his body zipped around in a random pattern.  His face went white as soon as he saw Isaac.

"What- uh, what do you want?" he asked.

Isaac didn't let his expression change.  He wanted to cheer the kid.  Putting even that little bit of defiance into his voice must've been tough, considering what Isaac had done to him in their last match and that he already had a grip on him.

"Your little... ball." Isaac said, loading his words with scorn.  "Anyone who takes it from you may challenge who they please, correct?"

"Y- yeah."  The ball swung around behind Donny's body and out of Issac's sight.

He kept his grip on the boy's shoulder, squeezing just a little harder, and raised his other hand palm up.  It took Donny a second to get the point but when he did his eyes went wide.  He started to shake his head and step back but Isaac tightened his grip again.

"Hey, knock it off man."  It was one of the others.  Kelvin Strong, maybe Kevin?  He'd stepped back in, along with the rest of the group.  "Duncan tried to pull this crap the other day.  If you want the free challenge, just get it the right way.  Instructor Bruce said he wanted Don to practice control and long term use of his power.  We won't let you cheat by bullying him."

It was incredible... He counted four other trainees, aside from Don.  Not one of them, not even all of them as a group were a threat to him.  But they were standing up to him, together.  Isaac didn't say anything, not trusting himself to control his voice.  He just flared his forcefield, enough to make it visible, and squeezed hard enough to make it hurt.

Don gave a little cry of pain.  Isaac could almost literally see the memory of their fight crossing his face.  The black ball fell into his outstretched hand at the same time he saw a glare of green light and registered the impact on his field.  Still calm, the blow had done nothing to him, he let go of the kid and walked away with ball in hand.

Isaac really wished he could have backed down.  That sort of unity was a far cry from the behavior he'd seen earlier in the class.  Even Jenny, probably the best person he'd ever met, had made fun of Jason.  Sure, the guy was a little... odd, but that wasn't the real issue.  It was his relative weakness.  No surprise that a group of kids just out of high school, proud of their newfound status as Citadel operatives, valued strength so highly.  Now they were rallying around one of their own, not a weak one but definitely weaker than Isaac.

He wanted to smile so much.  Issac had to work to keep the mask of arrogance in place.

There was one thing that was strange.  They said Duncan had tried to do the same thing.  Instructor Bruce had announced that anyone who got the ball of Dust away from Donny could challenge anyone above themselves, regardless of the difference in rank.  Isaac would have to check to be sure, but he thought Duncan was sixth or seventh.  About the only person he couldn't challenge already was Jenny, maybe Kerry.  No one wanted to fight Kerry and, by now, no one thought they could beat Jenny.  She was just too good.

Duncan using threats of violence to get something he wanted fit his image of the boy, all too well.  Isaac didn't like the obvious similarity to what he'd just done, but that was the price of the role he'd picked for himself.  But Duncan doing something like that for no real gain? That was another thing entirely...

Sparring Field (Simulation Area)

Kelly blinked as a flash of red light obscured her vision.  When it cleared, she looked around but didn't see anything different.  The rest of her class was still there, gathered in front of an oversized combat dome.  Coach Achala was in front of them, along with the guest instructor, Retcon.

"No! No, get him away!"

A terror-filled voice cut through the quiet muttering of the crowd.  Was that Kerry?

Kelly made a quick shift, then he used the new height to spot his friend.  She was pushing her way out from the center of the crowd, shoving her larger classmates out of her path if they didn't move fast enough.  Apparently unsatisfied with her progress, Kerry changed into a dragon.

Kelly didn't know how much control she had over the dragon forms she changed into.  It was really obvious that it wasn't always the same one.  Some of them were different colors, usually red or green but sometimes black, and they didn't always have wings.  They'd had long, snakelike bodies and they'd had squat, broad bodies with heavy scales.  All sorts of shapes, really.  This one... this was the biggest one she'd done yet.

A bunch of the other trainees were knocked aside by it.  She stretched up a good sixty feet, with a short neck and a long, powerful looking tail that was another sixty feet.  There were spikes all down her back and tail.  The scales were jagged, almost barbed.  Every part of her body was black as pitch, with an eerie red light coming from her eyes and open mouth, even from between some of her scales.  It was...

"Awesome." Jenny whispered.

"Yeah." Kelly said quietly, nodding in agreement.

The huge beast that Kerry had become still looked frightened.  It was backing away from the crowd of trainees, most of whom were huddled together after she had knocked them down without noticing.  Kerry's tail was whipping back and forth, really fast for something so big.  Kelly could feel the wind it stirred up as it moved.

"KILL HIM.  YOU- YOU HAVE TO DO IT!  NOW!"  Kerry boomed.

Kelly didn't know if she was screaming, but there was fear like he'd never imagined he'd ever hear from Kerry.  Heat poured off her, made worse as she spoke.  Keridwyn Dragon reared back, the red light dimming, and Kelly knew what was coming.

He shifted as quickly as he could, into a curving wall large enough to protect his nearest teammates.  If he had the chemical structure right, he should be made out of that Richards made alloy that Bruce had let him sample.  It was supposed to be some of the strongest stuff on the planet.  Hopefully, that'd be enough.

...

Kelly didn't have eyes or ears, no way to know what was going on around him.  When he was something like this, just a chunk of metal, he had to work to keep the shape.  How he did that without a brain didn't make sense to him either, but there it was.  He came out of his state of timeless concentration to find the area around him in chaos.

The dragon was gone, but not without leaving plenty of damage behind.  Half the class was just... gone.  The ground was scorched black.  Most of the survivors were clutching badly burnt limbs.  A few were huddled over their friends, trying to give first aid to... to people that just weren't coming back.

"Oh god." he said.  "What... why?"

Isaac wasn't hurt.  Jason seemed fine.  Hector had been excused from the day's group training for some reason.  Jenny was standing just behind Kelly.  At least he'd managed to protect someone.

"Who else?" Kelly muttered to himself, looking around while he tried to decide what needed doing.

Coach Achala...  He still had that look on his face, that floating, serene smile.  His face was the only part of him that wasn't burnt.  The other instructor, Retcon, was-

Sparring Field (Simulation Area)

Kelly blinked as a flash of red light obscured her vision.  When it cleared, she looked around but didn't see anything different.  The rest of her class was still there, gathered in front of an oversized combat dome.  Coach Achala was in front of them, along with the guest instructor, Retcon.  Something had happened to her.  Her left hand and forelimb were badly burnt, almost down to the bone.

"How-?" Kelly couldn't stop herself from asking.  It hadn't been more than a moment.  They were supposed to be starting Coach Achala's new group training exercise.  "Uh, Coach?" she raised her voice, "What just happened?"

He turned his face towards her, that floating, serene smile in place.  She found it oddly comforting.  "Trainee Protean.  I apologize for the disorientation.  It is a side effect of Operative Retcon's power."  He made a small gesture, indicating the woman beside him.  There was something odd about her.  Kelly couldn't seem to...

"Oh!  She's hurt.  Should we-"

He gave a little nod.  "Do not trouble yourself, Kelly.  A second Healer has already been summoned and will arrive shortly." His smile took on a little more focus, became reassuring.  "I assure you, everything is under control now."

Now?  They'd just been given their instructions for the training.  They were supposed to be doing a big free-for-all fight.  One with no restrictions on lethal force because they had a Healer that could fix them up no matter what.  Why couldn't Kelly...  Oh.  He must’ve- must’ve died and…

Coach Achala gave a little sigh.  "Class, your exercise is complete and you are dismissed for the day.  Challenge matches will be held as normal, tomorrow.  Monday, there will be a special speaker in the morning, so Combat training will be held here at two in the afternoon."

Kelly gave a shrug, dismissing the odd train of thoughts.  If Coach Achala wasn't concerned by the strangeness, that was enough for her.  Now where was Jim?  It was burger time.