A/N: Special thanks to @Ziel for looking this over.
It was only a few months after the Department of Unified Protection had been taken down — exposed as the corrupted organization that it was — and the Conduits of Curden Cay had been freed. Brooke Augustine had been exposed as the tyrant she was. All happy endings, right? Well, barring a few incidents where there were a few rowdy Conduits looking for revenge, Delsin Rowe had managed to keep the peace.
While there was a little bit of that hurrah-hurrah happily ever after, the peace between Conduits and humanity was still in its infancy. And they couldn't risk straining the peace. He'd seen more than his fair share of discrimination from his Native American heritage. Even more when his Conduit nature revealed itself.
He always refused to back down in the face of such things, because all the blowback would be on him. After all, if the system was set against people like him, then he'd make them work for that privilege. Not with violence, but with a hundred different misdemeanors. Delsin had stepped it up when he finally had the power to fight back.It was oh-so tempting to dish out some payback, to
be proactive. Even now, hearing and seeing that discrimination
still existed in the hearts and minds of certain people, it made him want to throttle them.
But the reason why this problem was so insidious in all forms. They looked for excuses to exercise the power they had over others to abuse it. Yet, now, they suddenly couldn't. Eventually, the tension was going to fray and snap.
He hoped to calm the waters enough, so the tide crashing down on them wasn't a tsunami.
Right now, however, he was leaning against the dinky ball wall, watching the door.
He adjusted his dark-red beanie and scratched at the chain wrapped around his arm, trying to stave off bordeom. To the bartender, he just appeared to be a cleaner type of punk, what with his white hoodie and clean denim jacket with a possible gang symbol on the back.
How a blue and white symbol of an eagle spreading its wings invoke suspicion was beyond him. Delsin saw the shifty eyes the bartender was shooting him and almost wished he was recognized as the Conduit who liberated Curden Cay.
What he actually wished for was the ability to say he was here on pleasure.
It had been business after business, lately.
Oh, if his brother could see him now, being all responsible and stuff.
Reggie would probably be smug about it... but he'd also be proud.
His eyes switched to the TV screen playing a documentary, hoping to distract himself. Not too long ago, such material would have never been seen fit to air, what with its Conduit sympathies. It had been made long ago, yet the DUP had censored its debut.
Yet, here it was, a documentary about the Patron Saint of New Marais, slightly updated to keep up with the times.
Cole MacGrath.
"I really should have a producer credit on that thing," a voice said beside him.
Startled, Delsin whirled around, smoke dancing in the palm of his hands. But he relinquished it once he saw who it was.
"I helped get the ball rolling, after all."
A somewhat thick man in sunglasses was standing next to him. He wore an open green button shirt and a white undershirt underneath. The gun in the shoulder holster was far more eye-catching. Zeke Dunbar, an underground rebel for the Conduit cause. They'd had a brief interaction before, over the phone.
"I didn't even see you come in," Delsin said.
"I may be an old hound, but I still got some tricks up my sleeve."
Delsin glanced at his small-but-noticeable gut. "No offense, but I don't think you can pull off stealth."
Zeke threw up his hands. "Alright, fine. I was here before you and I was just taking care of business in the bathroom."
"Alright, alright," Delsin said before they could get side-tracked, "Why'd you call me? I thought you couldn't afford to risk a face-to-face."
"Well, you changed things. Something Cole could never do, because he was always on the backfoot, always being smeared. But you? You took the fight to them, in the realm of PR, and changed the game." He paused. "That, and the current social media landscape was on your side. Anti-fascism sells."
Zeke gestured to a nearby table and the two of them settled in their chairs, staring across from one another.
"But that's not why I'm here." His voice drew tight, solemn. He looked around, lights flickering across his sunglasses. "You're pretty much the apex Conduit around these parts. With your power-copying."
Delsin shook his head. "I do my best not to go around doing that. Without a steady access of core relays, I'd be locked in with those powers for awhile. So I only have the four powers at the moment. And besides, too much power, you know?"
"And you're still the most qualified for this."
He took out a mechanized canister and slammed it down on the table. Through the glass, Delsin could see a big white shard that seemed to pulsate with some sort of energy.
"What is this? Some sort of core relay?" Delsin asked, tapping the glass.
"You mean a blast core? No. It's not a typical blast shard either." Zeke took a deep breath, leaning back and gripping at the table with both hands. "When I picked it up, I got... visions."
Delsin groaned in sympathy. "I know the feeling."
"Yeah, well, I got visions of
a future. A bad future. One where Cole went evil." He rubbed at his eyes with a tired hand. "I felt myself die. How I tried holding up my gun, futilely trying to shoot down a Conduit."
"Okay... so, you got a shard of a crystal ball?"
Zeke stared at him. "No, you don't understand. I
merged with that dead version of myself. I actually flatlined when I touched it. I was lucky that I was near a hospital. I don't know what this is. Maybe it's some sort of multiversal ray sphere that exploded in a different universe, but sent its shards across the multiverse or timelines. I don't really know. Maybe it's something entirely different."
"That sounds something straight out of a comic book."
Zeke chuckled to himself. "Yeah... but either way, there's something that we can be sure of. That this is a
shard of a greater whole."
"How do you know?"
He shrugged. "It's just the way of things. It looks like a fragment, it glows like a blast core, and I found it in a somewhat conspicuous place. I heard more than my fair share of bitching from Cole about collecting this type of stuff."
"Yeah... I know about the blast shards. The DUP used them to power some of their stuff."
"I hate to tack this onto your list of responsibilities, but you need to keep an eye out for this type of thing."
"And I'm guessing I can't touch it?"
"Definitely not. I'm just an average joe. But you Conduits are a bit different. With this shard, someone might either accidentally or purposefully become a problem."
"Got it, got it. Keep an eye out, contact you for pick-up?"
"Yeah. Until I find someone smart enough to figure out this stuff out, that is. Right now, I whipped up some doo-hickies to contain them. Don't know how much help it'll be but better safe than sorry."
Delsin sighed. "Alright, I got a fetch quest on the docket."
Inspiration struck at him with that sentence. There was no need for him to trawl through the city of Seattle on a maybe. After all, there was no guarantee that the shards were here. Especially if that nonsense about timelines or whatever was real.
"Mind if I call a few friends? They might be able to help."
Eugene especially, since he could use his video powers to create some angels to cover more ground. And Fetch was always good for back-up.
"By all means." Zeke gestured at him. "But make sure they don't touch them."
Before Delsin could call them to help him with this side matter, they were interrupted by the sudden sensation of static in the air. Their hackles rose, hearts quickening in their chests. Delsin raised up his arm, preparing to fire volleys of smoke if needs be. Zeke drew his gun, but kept it pointed down.
Then bolts of electricity shattered into existence, rending space into a messy circle. Then it gained depth, the surface rippling like water. Just like that, it became a portal. The bartender ducked down behind the counter, leaving only the two of them to deal with this. The television screen glitched out, becoming stuck on a single image.
A man stepped out of the portal, huffing and puffing with exertion. The portal burned bright behind him, obscuring his features. But Delsin could see that he had some sort of weapon sheathed on his back, but that was secondary to what the man was holding.
In his hands was one those shards, gripped tight.
Then the portal faded and with it, the light. Delsin blinked back the dancing dark spots in his vision. At first, he thought he somehow was staring at the television screen.
But no, his eyes didn't deceive him.
He was staring at what should have been a dead man.
Cole MacGrath greatly resembled his video visage, even though he looked a little worse for wear. He heaved with exhaustion, eyes wary and skittish. Until they settled on Zeke.
"Cole?" Zeke whispered.
"Hey, man..." He squinted at Zeke, as if he were scanning him for something. Then, he asked, "We won, right?"
"Hell yeah, we won, brother," Zeke replied quietly.
Then the two were caught in a tight, manly embrace. Delsin felt out of place, like he was something a little bigger than a fly on a wall. And then... a sting of jealousy jolted him, followed by the hard drop of guilt.
They let go of each other and Zeke took a few steps back, in a daze.
"But how?"
Cole shrugged. "I dunno, but I just escaped from a bad future, one where —"
"You became evil," Zeke finished.
"How'd you know?"
Zeke took a step to the side, showcasing the contained shard. Cole lifted up his own shard, then glanced at the one on the table and sighed.
"Things can never be simple." Cole looked at Zeke again. "You got old."
"Hey! I'm still in my thirties," he protested lightheartedly. Zeke wiped his hands nervously, clearly still rattled by the return of his best friend from the dead. "This is Delsin Rowe. He continued the good fight when you were... well, you know."
Something flashed on Cole's face. Guilty, maybe? It flashed too quickly to see.
"What?" Delsin asked.
He shook his head. "You were dead in that bad future. I met your brother."
"Oh..." Delsin spiraled in the span of that syllable. A desperate urge to seize Cole nearly overtook him. Not to steal his powers... but gambling that he would be able see his brother one more time in the vision that accompanied the power-copying.
But Reggie was gone... he had to deal with that; yet, Cole MacGrath was back.
It wasn't fair.
He met Cole's eyes. Saw how
tired the man was. It was almost a curse for him to be back, because the man didn't seem capable of stopping. Either the world would force him to continue fighting or the man's own conscience would.
But Delsin saw the documentary, the truth that Cole had chosen to kill himself and 90% of Conduits to save the world. How could someone come back from a sacrifice like that? To know the worth of your life…
No... Delsin couldn't violate Cole's trust. Not for another glimpse of his brother.
"So..." Delsin clapped his hands together, banishing the melancholy. "I'm guessing Zeke's little theory about the shards being scattered across the multiverse, or timelines, is true."
Cole huffed, setting the shard next to the canister. "I dunno. Evil me didn't know where it came from. But somehow, he knew he could summon a version of me, or us, or whatever... He summoned me so he could stab me with the shard and absorb me. How he knew this when I was supposed to be the first victim, I don't know."
"But with this shard," Zeke interjected. "I merged with my dead self. Maybe it's different with Conduits?"
"Maybe..." Cole chuffed to himself, suddenly.
"What?"
"I just remembered something. When I first picked it up, it still had a charge of sorts. I saw another version of myself. A vampire-looking fucker. He tried coming at me in my mind's eye, but I managed to throw that vision off. We might have merged or it could have summoned him."
"Wait, a vampire you... like that story I told to that chick I was trying to pick up?"
"Yeah, you were pretty hammered; you thought she was a vampire."
"Could've been a vampiric Conduit," he muttered.
"So... these shards either summon evil versions of us from other universes or merges us with them..." Delsin summed up. Then, with a cheeky smile, he said, "Man, this is something out of a comic book."
Cole dragged a hand down his face. "Yeah, well, just be thankful you don't have to deal with a future you. They just always turn out to be murdering assholes."
"Thanks for
that pro-life tip."
Delsin examined the two shards. They seemed to resonate together in some sort of sequence now that they were nearby. Delsin could see flickers of images.
"Is it safe to keep them close by?" Delsin asked.
"Who knows," Zeke said. "But it's probably better to err on the side of caution."
He pulled out another canister and held it by the edge with one hand. Then with the other hand, he used the canister to nudge the shard off the edge. Cole looked at the antic with a nostalgic sort of fondness. Delsin, however, heard a light thump against the bar's window. Then another and another and another.
Delsin turned around, seeing the window suddenly being covered by sheets of paper. They pressed and pressed against the plane of glass, until it began to crack.
It broke, before Delsin even get a word out. Both glass shards and pointed tips of paper shot towards them. Cole stood in front of Zeke, holding up a shield of polarity that burnt the papers to a crisp. Delsin dissipated into smoke, letting the paper spikes pass through him.
Cole held up the shield, inching forward to the broken window while Delsin reformed next to him.
"A paper Conduit?" Cole hissed.
"Yeah, her name's Celia Penderghast. She used to be an assassin of sorts for the DUP."
"And now?"
"A radical Conduit terrorist."
"Swell."
Zeke had just managed to contain the second shard when the paper spikes that Delsin dodged began to vibrate. And then they collided into each other like magnets, before melding together like some sort of paper transformer.
It formed into a vulture-large origami shape that swooped at Zeke. He got off a few shots one-handed, but was focused on shielding the second canister. But its claws weren't trying to maul Zeke, that was a mere feint. Its true target was the first canister.
The bird of prey flew past the three of them and into the open air. Cole moved to intercepted, but another barrage of paper missiles fired into the bar, targeting the bartender. He was forced to shift hard to the left, using the barrier to block.
"She's on one of the rooftops!" Cole shouted to Delsin. Then to Zeke, "Get the bartender out!"
"On it!" Delsin shouted, dashing into smoke and reforming outside. Celia was indeed on the rooftops, still in that schoolgirl uniform and paper bunny mask. The vulture origami was heading towards her with terminal velocity.
He darted after it, firing blasts of smoke with a heavy side of ember with one hand. On the other, he was quickly firing off a text message.
The bird's trajectory warbled from the damage, proving deadly as it tailspun out of control. Right into a brick wall, sending the canister soaring through the air. Celia leapt off the rooftop, trying to catch it up. She breezed through the air, the wind aiding in her flight. Delsin kept dashing in short bursts as smoke, but he was quickly losing ground. The smoke stuff wasn't meant for such... forward momentum.
The road stretched and stretched with lines of buildings waving up and down beside it. All of them to tall to scale quickly. The traffic was light and he hopped from vehicle to vehicle when they got in his way that slowed him down little by little. Judging by the way that Celia hopped down from building to building, it seemed that Celia faced no such obstacles.
He spotted a neon sign blaring in the distance, too far off to switch powers.
Celia was just about to catch the canister, fingers just about grazing the glass.
Not on his watch.
Delsin hopped onto a car, exploded the exhaust beneath his feet, and reoriented himself in the air into a more horizontal position.
He relinquished most of his energy reservoir to shoot himself into the air, his body splitting into three streaks of smoke. Delsin normally reserved this move for his little orbital drops, to unleash a massive wave of damage, and here he was trying
not to do that. He could feel the energy get stuck like a piece of food caught in his throat.
Delsin was probably one of the most flexible Conduits in existence with his 'main' ability. But he certainly was inflexible in all the small ways. He didn't know if this was just inherent to the copied abilities or if he couldn't just quite catch up to the original Conduits' skill level, but it didn't change the outcome.
He reformed with an explosive
bang! right next to the canister and Celia.
The canister went back up into the air, Celia slammed into the brickwork, and Delsin was propelled down to the ground with a hearty slam onto the pavement.
He groaned, pushing himself up just in time to see Celia disappear into a mess of paper. Delsin squinted, seeing her reform on one of the buildings to the left. Then she disappeared again, reappearing back on the right rooftops.
Celia bent over, taking a breath to recover before disappearing again.
Delsin saw the canister land in the crook of some rain gutters. About half a mile away. He had bought himself some time; time he couldn't exactly use. He tried getting up, but his body just ached in response.
He couldn't move!
Then all of a sudden, he was back upright, spinning around in a whirl of bright purple. Something was pressed into his chest and he started absorbing neon into himself. Delsin could feel his powers shift away from smoke to neon.
"Up and 'em, Delsin," Fetch said, reforming beside him.
He smirked, looking at the device in his hands. It looked like some sort of battery pack, but with a pole of neon right in the middle. Certainly did solve the problem of needing energy sources to switch.
"Little pick-me up from that sunglasses guy. Said you might need it," she explained.
Delsin spotted Cole on the rooftops, leaping from building to building. When he was faced with a building taller than his own position, he threw out an electric tether to yank himself up to the ledge. He was making good headway, but not enough.
"Let's go, Fetch," Delsin said.
And then they were streaks of light, brightening up the world as they passed it. They scaled up the walls, sprinting across it.
"Now, that's just cheating!" Cole called out, as they quickly overtook him.
Delsin smirked to himself as they started gaining ground.
"Think we need Eugene for this?" Fetch asked in-between the blurs.
"Not unless she gets that shard."
Celia and the two of them managed to catch up with her. She had scooped up the canister and was caught flat-footed by their arrival. Delsin channeled the neon into his chain, causing it straighten and stiffen into a weapon fit for clubbing.
He lunged.
But she was trained. Celia tossed the canister into Fetch's hands, who caught it surprised. Celia covered her fist in pulp and hardened it. She smashed the canister and Fetch's face in with one clean blow. Then she ducked under his swing and pressed her hands to his face, forcing him to absorb her powers and locking him with it.
With her
paper powers.
The world burned away into a vision. Delsin had already known her story secondhand. Through Augustine's memories, through Celia's own words... but now he saw it through her eyes. The awakening of her powers amidst the Beast's rampage, meeting Augustine and then being betrayed by her. The imprisonment, her first murder that doubled as faking her death... being Augustine's secret agent... and then the revelation once Augustine was defeated.
That the only way for freedom was force, no matter the cost.
And he learned how she knew about the shard. She had spied Zeke picking it up and connected it to her knowledge of blast cores, thinking it was a quick avenue for power.
Delsin stumbled back, hand clutching his forehead and fighting for consciousness. Celia, however, looked unbothered aside from a brief exertions of breath.
Fetch was on the ground, nursing a broken nose. Celia stalked toward the fallen shard that was among the broken pieces of glass. But before she could pick it up, Fetch's hand shot out and grabbed it.
She screamed, her body wrenching and wracking with explosive energies of purple. Threads of white shot out from the shard, intermingling with Fetch's glow. Celia summoned a paper blade that ran from her elbow and past her hand into a sharp point, aiming for her heart.
Desperation seized him.
Delsin outstretched his hand desperately, trying to shoot her down. But there wasn't even a fizzle. There was only the sensation of paper cuts running his arm. Instead of forcing something out, he started pulling in.
Celia was thrown off as her blade was drawn to him. He dodged the blade as Celia hissed, trying to wrangle back control. She stumbled past him, before she decided to go with the flow, trying to skewer him.
He reversed the feeling, adding some resistance to her charge.
"Olé!" he declared, as she missed again, stumbling across the rooftop.
Before they could continue this little dance, a beam of light shot into the sky. They both turned, seeing the source coming from Fetch, who was floating a few inches in the sky. The clouds in the sky parted and something began to drop from orbit.
Fetch was lowered back to the ground, her grasp on the shard gone. It rolled off her hand and clattered loudly. There was a beat before Delsin suddenly felt the lack of paper around him.
That was when Celia pulp-punched him down to the ground.
Cole arrived, hopping onto the roof's railing and firing bolts of electricity at her. She dodged the attacks, but could make no progress to the shard. They stalemated.
Until someone finished falling from the sky, sending a shockwave of neon across the rooftop. Delsin and Fetch tumbled into the railing, Cole was thrown off, and Celia stood her ground.
Standing in a crater of scorch marks was
Fetch, nearly identical to the one beside him. But there was a harshness to her. An anger in her eyes that refused to be abated. It was terrifying how different a person appeared when their face took on impressions far from the norm.
"Fetch?" Delsin asked.
"What's going on?" Mirror-Fetch growled out.
Celia looked to regular Fetch and Mirror Fetch, seemingly catching on far quicker than he expected. Or maybe she was familiar with this sort of cliche from manga or whatever.
"Conduit revolution. Those two are too weak. They let the demagogues vocalize their hate. Justice has been denied here."
Delsin took this moment shoot text for more help during Celia's little monologue.
That was when Fetch regained consciousness, blinking bleary-eyed. "Oh, shit, am I seeing double?"
"You're me," Mirror Fetch breathed out disbelieving. That hatred in her eyes seemed to lightened for the scantest of a moments before they double-downed. "Are you weak?"
"What?" Fetch slapped at the railing for a moment before pulling herself back up. "What the fuck do you mean by that?"
"I can see it in your eyes." Celia inched toward the shard, but Delsin managed to whip her back, controlling the pulp around her fist. She turned to glare, while Mirror Fetch continued, "Somewhere along the way, you lost your
hate. What would our brother say?"
"That doesn't mean I lost my love for Brent. Even though he's gone, I will always remember him. He's
gone... but he always cared for me. He would want me to be better. But looking at you, I
know that I'm better than I was. You're pretty much indistinguishable from the times we were high!"
Cole had just climbed up behind them when Mirror Fetch screamed in rage and tackled Fetch off the roof.
"You have got be kidding me!" Cole shouted as he was caught in their tumble.
Flashes of purple and blue light up the world behind them as Celia and Delsin faced off. If one took a step, then another followed. They circled around the shard.
"You don't have to do this, Celia."
"I admire what you have done, Delsin. But this peace is unstable."
"Of course it is! Progress is always slow! But hearts and minds are always needed! Things take time…"
"And in that
time before, we suffered.
I suffered. So many imprisoned, stripped of rights. And you tell us to lay down and
submit."
"I'm telling you to
wait."
"That's what everyone says throughout history. Wait when things are more progressive, wait, while the north hems and haws over the south owning slaves... wait, wait while injustice persists!"
"Do you really think
I am going to stand by when injustice happens?" he challenged.
"No…"
"They have been
prisoners. They need to live again, so when they change things, they make it better. Improve this country, improve this world for
everyone. Not wipe it out wholesale and replace it with Conduit supremacy. Because everyone's talking about humanity and Conduits like they are two separate species. But they are
not. Like it or not, we're all in this together."
Celia wavered and Delsin pressed, "I can help you, Celia. I don't want to fight."
Her rabbit mask dissipated into pieces of paper. She was so young... and yet so jaded, so old with those eyes.
"I'm sorry, Delsin. There is no world where you can sway me from this path."
Then a storm of paper swords fell upon him. He swore, knowing that the banter allowed him to get her projectiles in place. He threw out his hands on both sides, preventing him from being skewered. The swords vibrated in place as he fought for control of them.
Celia wasn't even trying as she stalked toward the shard.
She inhaled quietly before she picked it up. Celia gritted her teeth as tears fled down her eyes. Those threads of white from the shard stabbed into her veins. She lurched onto her knees and the swords fell down to the ground.
Delsin ran up to her, prepared to pry the shard free but paused. In all likelihood, he was about to deal with
two Celias with a newly-gained power. And if he touched that shard, Delsin might add an evil-him to the mix. And he shuddered to think of how evil-him could turn out. Delsin wouldn't stand a chance.
Celia exhaled loudly, signifying the end of the process.
She turned around, super-charged by the whole experience. He glanced up to the sky, expecting someone else to be dropping. Clouds obscured the sun, blotting out the blue. It grew darker and darker, almost unnaturally so.
"There won't be another me," Celia said quietly.
"Why not?"
"Like I said, there wasn't another world where I wavered. Even in another world, a power-hungry you was disgusted with me. That you probably didn't like the competition, though."
"And me?"
"You can join me. You and your friends."
"I THINK NOT!" a voice boomed from the sky.
Eugene Sims, in his
He Who Dwells forms descended from the skies. It was a large, armored angel with transcendent blue wings that loomed over the two of them. Clutched in his hands were two core relays. He needed them to bump up his powers back to snuff and allow him to swap powers again.
Celia's lip quirked upwards.
Then she raised her arms and papers started flying from all corners of the city. Delsin held out his hands trying to add resistance to her efforts. But he was pushed aside so easily. Where before he had been a toddler with these powers, now he was a weak newborn.
Paper wings formed behind Celia as the air thickened with paper sheets. She shot toward him on a tsunami of paper, which formed into a giant, shapeless monster with maw and claws charging toward the angel.
"Oh, shit, she's like Konan on steroids!" Eugene cried out before being tackled.
The paper form shifted into that of a tiger, sinking its teeth into the angel's armor, but it was all theatrics hiding the feint. Two paper spears snaked their way out of the rippling mass and skewered the core relays he was holding. One was dropped unceremoniously down to the street, pulverizing the asphalt. As they tumbled in the air like a paper bag caught in a leafy gust, Eugene did his best to keep the other way safe, but had to toss it aside to grabbed a hold of what he could.
"Sorry, Delsin! The fight's gonna turn messy if I stay too low!" Then he dragged the fight skywards, pieces of paper falling from their forms like exhaust.
The core relay smashed down on the rooftop. The blueish energy leaked out of them and into him, energizing his powers. He hovered a few inches of the ground as he could feel his powers expanding. The sheets of paper that was left behind started fluttering around him in a circle.
"Well, ain't this something."
The paper swirled around him like a vortex. He approached the edge and stepped off, floating as the paper somehow kept him aloft. He spied the battle below. Cole and Fetch were double-teaming Mirror-Fetch, as he smacked her across the face with that amp weapon while Fetch followed up with a flurry of body shots.
Mirror-Fetch staggered back before the two of them pelted her into submission in a light-show of purple and blue.
Delsin landed next to them. Fetch had taken off her jacket and wrapped it around her waist to differentiate herself from her copy.
"Celia merged with herself, becoming more powerful. I need more core relays if I want a chance at countering her."
"Ah, blast cores," Cole said, nodding.
"With Eugene occupied, my little back-up plan of him bringing stocked core relays is shot."
"Where are they?" Cole asked.
"Eugene's little hideaway." Delsin sighed. "We need a plan."
"Take her in the bay. Water's a bad place to fight in. I should know."
Delsin nodded in thought.
"Okay, so we call Eugene, get him to take the fight to Elliot Bay... then someone delivers the core relays to us there."
"Or you can go to the hideaway, absorb the cores while Fetch and I hold her off," Cole pointed out.
"That's the thing, there's no guarantee that the powers I'll get would help me with transportation. Might drag out the fight."
"She still has the shard," Fetch added. "And since there isn't a second of her running around, what's stopping her from absorbing more power?"
"Okay, okay..." Delsin rubbed his face vigorously, working through the anxiousness. "The core relays aren't really suited for mass mobility —"
A truck pulled up with Zeke behind the wheel. "Need a hand?"
"Okay..." Delsin was nodding his head, the inklings of a plan coming together. He faced Zeke. "Got anything for containing a Conduit?"
"It depends on the Conduit." Delsin gestured to the unconscious Mirror Fetch. "Yeah, I might have something."
He rummaged on the passenger seat before tossing a heavy set of cuffs to him. They might as well be two large cylinders welded together, but it looked like it would do the job. He tossed it to Fetch, who went to detain her counterpart.
Delsin called Eugene.
"Little busy, Delsin!" he shouted among the sounds of paper fluttering violently.
"Take the fight into the bay. Fetch's gonna assist you. And hopefully by the time I get there, Cole will be on his way with the core relays."
"She's...
urk... very clever. She keeps creating these paper bird monsters and my angels are busy keeping them in check. I think she knows what you're doing. If I drag her to the bay, then I'm gonna need them to help contain any damage the impact's gonna make. And then she's probably going to send those monsters after the core relays."
"I can take them," Cole said.
Delsin breathed. "Do it. Take it to the bay."
"Got it."
The call ended and a few seconds later, the world shook. Car alarms went off and the buildings seemed to tilt like they were quivering from a quake.
"That's my cue," Fetch said before disappearing into a neon streak.
Delsin texted the directions as Cole hopped onto the back of the truck. Zeke pushed Mirror Fetch into the passenger seat before getting into the driver's seat. The truck roared to life, speeding off just as paper creatures swooped down from the sky.
The air crackled as Cole fought them off with bolts of blue before taking a hard right turn and disappearing behind a concrete forest.
Delsin hopped up and down, trying to get the blood pumping. This was why he didn't go around absorbing powers all willy-nilly. Because of moments like these. Any new power brought him down low and necessitated him to get strong enough to switch out powers again.
"But paper... seriously?" he muttered to himself.
Well, as Celia could probably attest, it was more versatile than he expected. And most people probably underestimated it. But still... it was paper.
"Enough feeling sorry for myself."
He broke off into a run, scaling back up to the rooftops. The journey was no different than his usual hasty treks around the city, except now he could glide.
"Woop-di-do," he said, dryly.
Well, this gliding technique was far superior to him using his powers as thrusters. At least, in the sense that he didn't lose altitude, it was still
far slower.
By the time he got within sight of the bay, Eugene was doing his best to shove the paper goliath's head underwater. But sharpened limbs shot out from the thing's back, warding Eugene back. The goliath turned. The parts that were submerged looked like meat sliding off the bone, dripping white slops into the water. Water churned white as the waves crashed upon the beach, shedding clumps. The source of the mess was a giant, almost reptilian thing that just screamed
Godzilla. It mimicked a roar, soundless yet terrifying with the amount of teeth it was sporting.
But it was just trying to distract them from the weakness soaking into its paper hide from the waist down.
Fetch fired at that weakened sludge, doing significant amounts of damage until Celia reinforced it with a flying shipment of paper that melded into the wounds.
Only for it to become sludge once again when Eugene clocked Celia back into the water. That was when another freight train's worth of paper came barreling through the air. Delsin bolted towards it, each step pushing up a few inches. At this speed, he would never catch up to it. So, he took a flying leap, grabbing a hold of the paper wall.
His fingers started to peel away at the exterior. It seemed like Celia was letting the form collapse rather than let him take a hold of it.
"Come on, paper powers!"
He willed solidarity and solidity through the palm of his hands. The paper straightened and formed under his will, manifesting foot-holds beneath him and leverage above him. Delsin clambered atop the flying paper block and willed it to glide away. Through the goliath's face, Celia watched on, dispassionately.
Delsin raised his hands and started pulling from her paper mass, adding to his own little makeshift vehicle.
She raised all of her limbs, easily redrawing those papers. Until Eugene slammed into her, punching at her stomach. Except instead of feeling the impact, the paper body parted and ensnared his arm. Then the entire goliath shifted upward, snapping Eugene's arm.
He screamed, his giant angel form flickering with blue video particle effects until it disappeared. Eugene, now back to normal, fell towards the bay.
"I got him!" Delsin shouted, ramming his block of paper towards him.
It was so much faster than his normal gliding, but he could feel it shedding paper for propulsion. Celia turned her eyeless gaze toward him and he knew with but a thought, she could collapse his ride.
Fetch covered his ass by throwing a condensed ball of energy at Celia. It exploded like a neon black hole, taking a good chunk of the right shoulder and the arm sagged. Delsin caught Eugene, who slammed into the paper surface, denting it pretty heavily. Delsin forced his flying paper shape to turn back to shore. Eugene stumbled at the motion, throwing off his hoodie and causing his glasses to go askew on his face. as he turned back around to the shores.
"You okay, Eugene?"
The young man huffed before fixing his glasses with one hand. "Yeah... yeah... but this is the first time I ever broken a bone before... it's kinda scary."
"It is. But you're a Conduit, my guy. Just start sucking up that video."
"Heh... yeah. Still... I don't like getting hurt."
"You did well."
"I'm gonna need ten minutes to get back up to snuff. Maybe even more if I'm to become He Who Dwells again."
"Take all the time you need. We'll take it from here."
Eugene stood up on the shaky surface and gave him a salute, before stepping off the edge. Despite his demeanor, he had come far from that introvert he first met. Every Conduit could survive a fall from several stories... provided they actually landed on their feet.
His phone chirped.
"I'm here, Delsin! We're kinda circling around the street here! And those paper creatures aren't letting us park without being swarmed. I'm going to throw the relays at you! Just come closer!" Cole shouted.
"Got it!"
He pulled back, near the streets. A lone stretch of road saw a truck looping around the two lanes with Cole was standing in the trunk, four core relays stacked next to him. He raised his right arm, a circle of electricity burst from his feet and then one of the core relays started to float.
Then he thrust his arm out, launching the core relay at him. Delsin managed to swing the platform to its destination and it landed with a thud.
"She's trying to escape guys!" Fetch said, through the phone.
Delsin turned around, seeing Celia restructure her paper monster. It grew slimmer, shedding sludge and forming paper wings.
"On it!" Cole shouted.
Delsin tore open the relay, absorbing the power within while lightning from the sky dropped onto Celia. He couldn't even hear her scream among the crackling in the sky. Delsin finished absorbing the relay and he didn't feel any new powers. But he felt his range, his strength expand.
The lightning ceased and Celia roared, a tiny thing, but full of rage.
She swung her right arm, letting it detach and be launched to the city. He raised his arms to catch it. That was when she retook control of the arm and rammed it toward him.
He still wasn't strong enough!
"Oh, shit!"
It crashed into him and he smashed into the ground. tumbling into sands and sheets, but Delsin managed to roll back onto his feet. Until he stumbled and landed on his ass.
"You good for another relay?" Cole asked, through the phone.
"Make it two," he breathed, getting up.
Fetch was busy hammering Celia with neon bolts, trying to keep her occupied. Two core relays slammed on both sides of him. He pressed two hands against them, double-teaming the absorption. He howled as the energy was thrust into him, rampaging around his genes.
As he hissed and strained, he could see another lightning strike hit Celia. But she tried to circumvent the damage by changing the wings into an umbrella attached to her back. It was no use. Water and electricity
did mix in the most disastrous of ways.
"Fetch! Get the last core relay while Cole keeps her distracted!" Delsin shouted.
"On it!"
"Better be quick," Cole added. "I only got so much juice to keep her pinned down!"
It took a minute. A minute that felt so stretched out as Delsin got lost in the awareness of all the paper in front of him. Like staring into a night sky and knowing each and every star with but a glance. He tried wrestling control, but he just wasn't quite there yet.
Until Fetch appeared beside him, wearing a harness and lugging a core relay next to him.
He nodded his thanks, practically collapsing on the core relay. The energy surged into him for one final time and he gritted his teeth, feeling his power finally be completed. Something clicked inside of him and it was like working out a kink in his back.
"Hold off on the lightning, McGrath," Delsin said, stalking up the shores and to the bay. "I think I got this."
The lightning stopped and the goliath wavered in its stance. Having been battered, submerged, electrocuted, what strength Celia must have had was now
gone. He felt the paper structure in his mind, as myriad as a starry sky and as bright as the sun. Then he
pulled.
The paper monster collapsed as Celia was flung toward him. The bay was littered with sheet after sheet of papers. The girl tumbled across the shores and to him. She raised her head weakly, holding up a hand and trying to summon up her powers.
But Cole, Eugene, and Fetch arrived, standing next to him.
A clear deterrent.
She lowered her hand, a clear admission of defeat. Then they heard it. The sounds of the crowd behind them. A large volume composed of so many smaller voices, but united in purpose.
At the sound, Celia looked... startled.
"They're cheering..." she whispered. Then she met his eyes. "Do you think this will last?"
"Does it matter? I'll fight for what's right," he answered. He knelt down to her level and offered a hand. "I'll still help you."
"I'd still have to pay for my crimes. Do you really think imprisoning me will be the best choice?" He hesitated for the barest of moments and she continued, "And I refuse to be imprisoned again. So, I'll spare you the moral dilemma."
Out of nowhere, she conjured up a paper blade and slit upon her throat.
"No!" Delsin shouted, trying to reach her, but it was too late.
She collapsed onto the ground, bleeding out. "Delsin... don't... don't let something like Curden Cay happen again."
"I won't," he promised, holding her hand so she wouldn't be alone when she passed.
When it finished, four Conduits stood over her corpse amid the cheering crowds of humanity.