- Available in: Ebook, print coming soon
- ISBN: B0119RAHFK
- Published: July 8, 2015
Alphas and Omegas Book Six
Over the past ten years or more, someone has been quietly gathering up stray super people from around the globe and sucking out their abilities, becoming a sort of… meta Active. Michael and company now believe this person is coming to Lincolnshire, and that they are coming after Michael.
After all, why else does Michael have this itching sensation of being watched? Why else is there a quasi-military operation somehow slinking around the town looking for an opportunity to snatch him up?
The question is: can the Alphas, Grandpa, or any other super people take on this meta-Active, this Lamprey? Most worrisome: is Michael making it all up, and does this guy Lamprey even exist, or is Michael going insane?
Excerpt from Super Alpha
“Hey,” he said quietly, urgently, “Katie it’s okay. No problem, you’re—”
She turned over, clutching one bloodied hand to her chest, and Michael saw the thick metal times of the rake gleaming red with her life. A ripple went through the length of the chain link fence, and the wires connecting the fencing to the poles screeched as they snapped off.
First they’d moved into a new house, which was awkward enough in and of itself. It was specially built without a shred of metal, except for some of the tiny wires in the walls. They’d de-metaled the house by taking out all the silverware and replacing it with plastic, and thank heavens for ceramic knives, but it was more difficult with a lot of Alexis’s battery-operated toys.
“What’s… is she doing that?” Chloe asked.
“Yeah. Katie you’re going to be fine.” She wasn’t going to be fine. “We just need a couple of stitches okay?” And maybe a tetanus shot. He remembered that one being especially painful. Which said nothing about the fact that she was too dangerous to take to the hospital. She would shut off all the life support mechanisms or whatever was going on… maybe shut off the power to the hospital entirely.
“Ohhhh my head.”
Of course this would happen on Alyssa’s day off working with Jessamine on power control under the Marcus Patterson building. Usually Katie took it easy on days Alyssa wasn’t around to shut down her Magneto-at-the-concentration-camp moments.
The fences were shaking like leaves in a stiff breeze, and the poles supporting them were beginning to pull inward toward Katie. Several pieces of plastic siding burst outward from the garage.
“Get clear of her,” Michael told Chloe. “Katie you’ve got to relax. Breathe deep okay?”
And then Michael’s mom was fluttering around them being hysterical and rushing back into the house to get Alexis away from the house and call the police. The shouting and running around only served to make Katie’s hurt and confusion deepen, and the maelstrom redoubled.
“Go!” he shouted a Chloe.
“I’m staying,” she said.
Just like every other girl in his life. Seriously.
“Get in the canoe!” he said. When she hesitated, he pushed her toward the shaking, sliding aluminum canoe. It already had a number of coins and screws embedded inside, from who knew where, and Michael thanked his lucky stars he hadn’t gotten any in the face so far. The inside was coated with muck and crisis-crossed with dusty cobwebs, which made both of them wriggle in disgustedly.
As soon as they ducked inside, a bunch of siding ripped off the garage and rained down from above. That wasn’t the problem in the slightest. It was the nuts, bolts, brackets, nails, screws and other assorted metal things that came zipping out after the siding dropped, and the rain of splinters from the wood things they’d been fastened to. Michael jerked the canoe down on top of them just as the hail of sharp objects broadsided them. One of his dad’s drill bits punched through inches from his face.