Steelheart (The Reckoners #1)

con dent sneer implied, Steelheart d i d not fear himself. He was, perhaps, the only person alive who did not.

I didn’t really have time to smile in that frozen moment, but I was feeling it nonetheless as the re came for me.





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I watched the shifting pattern of red, orange, and black. A wall of re and destruction. I watched it until it vanished. It left a black scar on the ground in front of me, surrounding a hole ve paces wide —the blast crater of the explosion.

I watched it all, and found myself still alive. I’ll admit, it was the most ba ing moment in my life.

Someone groaned behind me. I spun to see Prof sitting up. His clothing was covered in blood and he had a few scratches on his skin, but his skull was whole. Had I mistaken the extent of his injuries?

Prof had his hand forward, palm

out. The tensor he’d been wearing was in tatters. “Sparks,” he said.

“Another inch or so and I wouldn’t have been able to stop it.” He coughed into his st. “You’re a lucky little slontze.”

Even as he spoke, the scratches on his skin pulled together, healing. Prof’s an Epic, I thought.

Prof’s an Epic. That was an energy shield he created to block the explosion!

He stumbled to his feet, looking around the stadium. A few

Enforcement soldiers were running away, eeing as they saw him rise.

They seemed to want no part of whatever was happening in the center of the field.

“How …,” I said. “How long?”

“Since Calamity,” Prof said,

cracking his neck. “You think an ordinary person could have stood against Steelheart as long as I did tonight?”

Of course not. “The inventions are all fakes, aren’t they?” I said, realization dawning. “You’re a gifter! You gave us your abilities.

Shielding abilities in the form of jackets, healing ability in the form of the harmsway, and destructive powers in the form of the tensors.”

“Don’t know why I did it,” Prof said. “You pathetic little …”

He groaned, raising his hand to his head, then gritted his teeth and roared.

I scrambled back, startled.

“It’s so hard to ght,” he said through clenched teeth. “The more you use it, the … Arrrrr!” He knelt down, holding his head. He was quiet for a few minutes, and I let him be, not knowing what to say.

When he raised his head, he seemed more in control. “I give it away,” he said, “because if I use it … it does this to me.”

“You can ght it, Prof,” I said. It felt right. “I’ve seen you do it.

You’re a good man. Don’t let it consume you.”

He nodded, breathing in and out

deeply. “Take it.” He reached out his hand.

I hesitantly took his hand with my good one—the other was

crushed. I should have felt pain from that. I was too much in shock.

I didn’t feel any di erent, but Prof seemed to grow more in control. My wounded hand re—

formed, bones pulling together. In seconds I could ex it again, and it worked perfectly.

“I have to split it up among you,” he said. “It doesn’t seem to … seep into you as quickly as it does me. But if I give it all to one person, they’ll change.”

“That’s why Megan couldn’t use the tensors,” I said. “Or the harmsway.”

“What?”

“Oh, sorry. You don’t know.

Megan’s an Epic too.”

“What?”

“She’s Fire ght,” I said, cringing back a bit. “She used her illusion powers to fool the dowser. Wait, the dowser—”

“Tia and I programmed it to exclude me,” Prof said. “It gives a false negative on me.”

“Oh. Well, I think Steelheart must have sent Megan to in ltrate the Reckoners. But Edmund said that he couldn’t gift his powers to other Epics, so … yeah. That’s why she couldn’t ever use the tensors.”

Prof shook his head. “When he said that, in the hideout, it made me wonder. I’d never tried to give mine to another Epic. I should have seen … Megan …”

“You couldn’t have known,” I said.

Prof breathed in and out, then nodded. He looked at me. “It’s okay, son. You don’t need to be afraid. It’s passing quickly this time.”

He hesitated. “I think.”

“Good enough for me,” I said, climbing to my feet.

The air smelled of explosives—of gunpowder, smoke, and burned

esh. The growing sunlight was re ecting o the steel surfaces around us. I found it almost blinding, and the sun wasn’t even fully up yet.

Prof looked at the sunlight as if he hadn’t noticed it before. He actually smiled, and seemed more and more like his old self. He strode out across the eld, walking toward something in the rubble.

Megan’s personality changed when she used her powers too, I thought.

In the elevator shaft, on the cycle … she changed. Became brasher, more arrogant, even more hateful. It had passed quickly each time, but she’d barely used her powers, so maybe the e ects on her had been weaker.

If that was true, then spending time with the Reckoners—when she needed to be careful not to use her abilities lest she give herself away —had served to keep her from being a ected. The people she was meant to have in ltrated had instead turned her more human.

Prof came walking back with

something in his hand. A skull, blackened and charred. Metal

glinted through the soot. A steel skull. He turned it toward me.

There was a groove in the right cheekbone, like the trail left by a bullet.

“Huh,” I said, taking the skull. “If the bullet could hurt his bones, why couldn’t the blast?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if his death triggered his tranfersion abilities,” Prof said. “Turning what was left of him as he died—his bones, or some of them—into

steel.”

Seemed like a stretch to me. But then, strange things happened around Epics. There were oddities, especially when they died.

As I regarded the skull, Prof called Tia. I distractedly caught the sounds of weeping, exclamations of joy, and an exchange that ended with her turning the copter back for us. I looked up, then found myself walking toward the tunnel entrance into the stadium innards.

“David?” Prof called.

“I’ll be right back,” I said. “I want to get something.”

“The copter will be here in a few minutes. I suggest we not be here when Enforcement comes in

earnest to see what happened.”

I started running, but he didn’t object further. As I entered the darkness, I turned my mobile’s light up to full, illuminating the tall, cavernous corridors. I ran past Nightwielder’s body suspended in steel. Past the place where

Abraham had detonated the

explosion.

I slowed, peeking into concession stands and restrooms. I didn’t have long to look, and I soon felt like a fool. What did I expect to nd?

She’d left. She was …

Voices.

I froze, then turned about in the dim corridor. There. I walked forward, eventually nding a steel door frozen open and leading into what appeared to be a janitorial chamber. I could almost make out the voice. It was familiar. Not Megan’s voice, but …

“… deserved to live through this, even if I didn’t,” the voice said.

Gun re followed, sounding distant.

“You know, I think I fell for you that rst day. Stupid, huh? Love at first sight. What a cliché.”

Yes, I knew that voice. It was mine. I stopped at the doorway, feeling like I was in a dream as I listened to my own words. Words spoken as I defended Megan’s dying body. I continued listening as the entire scene played out.

Right up until the end. “I don’t know if I love you,” my voice said.

“But whatever the emotion is, it’s the strongest one I’ve felt in years.

Thank you.”

The recording stopped. Then it started playing again from the beginning.

I stepped into the small room.

Megan sat on the oor in the corner, staring at the mobile in her hands. She turned down the volume when I entered, but she didn’t stop looking at the screen.

“I keep a secret video and audio feed,” she whispered. “The

camera’s embedded in my skin, above my eye. It starts up if I close my eyes for too long, or if my heart rate goes too high or too low. It sends the data to one of my caches in the city. I started doing that after I died the rst few times. It’s always disorienting to reincarnate.