- Available in: Ebook, print, and audiobook (coming in 2015!)
- Published: December 21, 2013
Alphas and Omegas Book 3
Life must move on. For residents of Lincolnshire, it moves on painfully, without thousands of the people that helped protect and keep it safe. For the Omega Syndicate, it moves forward by destroying entire cities in a new and terrifying way. For Michael Washignton Sr. it moves forward without his wife and son. Is the town super enough handle saving itself – and now the world – without Michael?
Super Everybody is Book 3 of the Alphas and Omegas series. Book 1: Super Nobody has been selected as required reading for middle school students by a school district in Arizona! It’s gotta be good, right?
Excerpt from Super Everybody:
From the corner of his eye, he saw a brilliant gold flash. He couldn’t resist, he turned to look. He knew the safety rules and regulations. You were supposed to head for shelter, right away. Do not gawk, do not try to make a video of the AE in question, do not point and clap at the Actives doing battle, do not try to be a hero and stop the villainous Active from stealing a vaultful of cash, bonds, and safety deposit boxes, and do not, under any circumstances try to help the villainous Active in stealing a vaultful of cash, bonds and safety deposit boxes.
A man was on his knees, heaving in the middle of the street, his head thrown back and screaming silently up at the sky. Not far away, this really attractive girl was glowing golden, and she was—
—she was running straight toward Mac. With several other people chasing her.
“Run!” the girl screamed.
Mac’s brain finally started to make itself useful, and they commanded his legs to get him out of there. Some practical joker had replaced his legs with rubbery lead weights. The girl rushed up to him and jerked at his shirt.
“Run, you idiot! Go!” She began pulling him after her, and now he could make out the forms of two people running after the girl, and one of them looked like a spider crossed with the Incredible Hulk. This sent messages screaming to his rubber lead legs, and they finally started pulling him, fast, away from the scene of the AE.
He let out a scream before he could get more than three steps away from the frankenhulk, and took a nosedive into the pavement. Fire raced up his leg. It felt like he’d just dipped it in molten lava. One of the spider legs had tripped him up.
And that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was seeing a building not far off explode. And seeing two dozen cars start floating up into the sky. People started screaming.
“You’ve got to concentrate,” the girl said. “Come on, take us to the space needle.”
He opened his mouth to tell her that there was no way he was ever going to walk again, and then he saw the neck of the Seattle space needle break, and the top begin tilting. But that wasn’t possible. If a building fell just here, how would an Active get all the way down to where the space needle stood?
“Get us out of here!” she screamed at him. The girl. That glowing-eyed girl.
People were running past him, screaming, on fire. More than five. This really was a zombie movie. They stopped running and just lay down. Something exploded a few streets down.
Mac was pulled bodily to his feet. He smelled the rank odor of fish and rotted meat before he even came face to face with the frankenhulk, and knew he was going to die. It was a certainty. The tickets in his pocket for Uzbekistan were as good as worthless.
“Oh,” he groaned.
The frankenhulk had a row of eyes that encircled its head, and extra ears. Patches of its skin were green, others were the deep umber of African American people, others the pale milk white tinged with pink, like that Irish girl Rosie teaching in Korea. Its head was at least twice the size any normal human’s head could be, and those couldn’t be human teeth. The hand gripping Mac’s shirt was honestly and truly the size of a winter ham. Now he saw that those hands had chitinous plates, like a lobster’s, only they weren’t red or even the dark reddish gray of a live lobster’s, they were the gray green of a crocodile. Mac fought the urge to throw up in its face.
“Come on!” the girl screamed. She was still holding Mac’s hand, and he knew she was crying. “Anywhere! Go go go go go you idiot.”
“I was going to go to Uzbekistan,” he muttered.
“Okay, great, go!”