Steelheart (The Reckoners #1)

Nightwielder attacked me from behind, I moved past the illusion. It watched me with a blank

expression but didn’t move

otherwise.

How could I nd Fire ght? He’d

be invisible, probably. I wasn’t certain he had that power, but it made sense.

Ways of revealing an invisible Epic ran through my mind. Either I had to listen for him or I had to fog the air with something. Flour, dirt, dust … maybe I could use the tensor somehow? Sweat trickled down my brow. I hated knowing that someone was watching me, someone I couldn’t see.

What to do? My initial plan to deal with Fire ght had been to reveal I knew his secret, to scare him o as I had Nightwielder during the Con ux hit. That

wouldn’t work now. He knew we were on to him. He needed to see the Reckoners dead to hide his secret. Calamity, Calamity, Calamity!

The illusion of Megan turned its head, following me as I tried to watch all corners of the room and listen for movement.

The illusion frowned. “I know you,” she said.

It was her voice. I shivered. A powerful Epic il usionist would be able to create sounds with their images, I told myself. I know that’s true. No need to be surprised.

But it was her voice. How did Firefight know her voice?

“Yes …,” she said, walking

toward me. “I do know you.

Something about … about knees.”

Her eyes narrowed at me. “I should kill you now.”

Knees. Fire ght couldn’t know about that, could he? Had Megan called me that name over the mobile? They couldn’t have been listening back then, could they?

I wavered, my gun’s sights on her. The illusion. Or was it Megan?

Nightwielder would be coming. I couldn’t just stand there, but I couldn’t run either.

She was walking toward me. Her

arrogant expression made her look like she owned the world. Megan had acted like that before, but there was something more here.

Her bearing was more con dent, even though she had pursed her lips, perplexed.

I had to know. I had to.

I lowered the gun and leaped forward. She reacted, but too slowly, and I grabbed her arm.

It was real.

A second later, the hallway

exploded.





38

I coughed, rolling over. I was on the ground, my ears ringing. Bits of trash burned nearby. I blinked away the afterimages in my eyes, shaking my head.

“What was that?” I croaked.

“David?” Abraham said in my

ear.

“An explosion,” I said, groaning and pulling myself up to my feet. I looked around the hallway. Megan.

Where was she? I couldn’t see her anywhere.

She’d been real. I had felt her.

That meant it wasn’t an illusion, right? Was I losing my mind?

“Calamity!” Abraham said. “I

thought you were down the other end of the concourse. You said you’d go westward!”

“I ran to get away from

Nightwielder,” I said. “I ran the wrong way. I’m a slontze,

Abraham. Sorry.”

My ri e. I saw the stock sticking out of a nearby pile of trash. I pulled it out. The rest of the gun wasn’t attached. Sparks! I thought.

I’m having a devil of a time holding on to these lately.

I found the rest of the gun nearby. It might still work, but without a stock I’d be ring from the hip. The ashlight was still strapped to it, however, and still shining, so I snatched the whole thing up.

“What’s your condition?” Tia

asked, voice tense.

“A little stunned,” I said, “but all right. It wasn’t close enough to hit me with anything more than the concussion.”

“Those will be ampli ed in these hallways,”

Abraham

said.

“Calamity, Tia. We’re losing control of this situation.”

“Damn you all,” Prof’s voice said, sounding feral. “I want David out here now. Bring me that gun!”

“I’m coming to help you, lad,”

Cody said. “Stay put.”

A sudden thought struck me. If Steelheart and his people really were listening in on our private line, I could use that.

The idea warred with my desire to hunt for Megan. What if she was hurt? She had to be around here somewhere, and there seemed to be a lot more rubble in the hallway now. I needed to see if …

No.

I couldn’t a ord to be tricked. Maybe that had been Fire ght, wearing Megan’s face to distract me.

“Okay,” I said to Cody. “You know the restrooms near the fourth bomb position? I’m going to hide in there until you arrive.”

“Got it,” Cody said.

I dashed away, hoping that

Nightwielder, wherever he was, had been disoriented by the blast. I neared the restrooms I’d mentioned to Cody, but I didn’t go into them as I’d said. Instead I found a spot nearby and used my tensor to blast a hole into the ground. This was a place where I’d be relatively well hidden but would also have a good view of the rest of the corridor— restrooms included.

I dug the hole deep, then

burrowed down in it as Prof had taught me, using the dust to cover up. Soon I was like a soldier in a foxhole, carefully hidden. I turned my mobile to silent and buried my half ri e just under the surface of the dust, so the light from the flashlight was concealed.

Then I watched the door to that restroom. The corridor fell silent.

Lit only by burning scraps.

“Is anyone there?” a voice called into the hallway. “I … I’m hurt.”

I tensed. That was Megan.

It’s a trick. It has to be.

I scanned the dim room. There, on the other side of the hallway, I saw an arm wedged in a mountain

of rubble from the blast. Chunks of steel, some fallen girders from above. The arm twitched, and blood ran down the wrist. As I looked closer, I could see her face and torso in the shadows. She looked like she was only now beginning to stir, as if she’d been brie y knocked unconscious by the blast.

She was pinned. She was hurt. I

had to move, to go help her! I stirred but then forced myself down.

“Please,” she said. “Please,

someone. Help me.”

I didn’t move.

“Oh Calamity. Is that my blood?”

She struggled. “I can’t move my legs.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. How were they doing this? I didn’t know what to trust.

Fire ght is doing it somehow, I told myself. She’s not real.

I opened my eyes. Nightwielder was emerging from the oor in front of the bathroom. He looked confused, as if he’d been inside looking for me. He shook his head and walked through the corridor, searching about him.

Was that really him, or was it an illusion? Was any of this real? The stadium shook with another blast, but the gun re outside was dying down. I needed to do something, quickly, or Cody would stumble into Nightwielder.

Nightwielder stopped in the

center of the hallway and crossed his arms. His normal calm had been shattered and he looked annoyed. Finally he spoke. “You’re in here somewhere, aren’t you?”

Dared I take the shot? What if he was the illusion? I could get myself killed by the real Nightwielder if I exposed myself. I turned carefully, examining the walls and oor. I saw nothing other than some

darkness creeping from the

shadows nearby, tendrils moving like hesitant animals seeking food.

Testing the air.

If Fire ght was really pretending to be Megan, then shooting her would stop the illusions. I’d be left only with the real Nightwielder, wherever he was. But there was a good chance that the fallen Megan was a full illusion. Sparks, the girders could be an illusion. Would a distant blast have really knocked those down?

What if that was Fire ght,

though, wearing Megan’s face so that if I touched her I’d feel something real? I raised my

father’s gun and sighted on her bloodied face. I hesitated, heart pounding in my ears. Surely

Nightwielder could hear that

pounding. It was all that I could hear. What would I do to get to Steelheart? Shoot Megan?

She’s not real. She can’t be real.

But what if she is?

Heartbeats, like thunder.

My breath, held.

Sweat on my brow.

I made my decision and leaped from the foxhole, bringing up the ri e in my left hand—light shining forward—and the handgun in my right. I let loose with both.