The Superhero's Son Omnibus Volume 2

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Before either Twinfist or Sight could start finish me off, the sound of engines roaring in the sky made them both look up. I also looked up, wondering if there was a plane flying by or something, but I saw nothing like that. In fact, the skies looked quite clear, which made me wonder where the engine noises were coming from.

“What is that noise?” said Sight, looking around. “Is this one of your tricks, boy?”

I was about to inform Sight that I was just as clueless as he was when something flew across the treetops, over our heads, and then landed opposite us. I twisted my head to the side to be able to see who had just arrived, and when I did, I was both pleased and surprised.

Standing opposite us was none other than Mecha Knight himself. He was in his full metallic powered armor, complete with the sword at his side. From where I was lying, he looked tall and powerful and there was no fear in his body language at all.

“Who are you?” said Twinfist. “And where did you come from?”

Mecha Knight raised his sword. “I am Mecha Knight, a member of the Leadership Council of the Neohero Alliance, and the supervisor of the Young Neos superhero team. I am surprised, however, that neither of you recognize me.”

“Why should we recognize you?” said Twinfist. “Are you famous or something?”

Mecha Knight shook his head. “Not very, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. I must ask you to let Bolt, who is under my supervision, go, or else I will be forced to use violence to save him.”

“Violence?” said Twinfist. He shook his head. “I don’t know how you found this place, but it doesn’t matter. You can’t beat both of us.”

“Or even one of us,” said Sight. He put a hand on Twinfist’s shoulder. “Brother, you stand back and make sure the kid doesn’t get away. I will deal with the armored one.”

“Are you sure?” said Twinfist. “Because there’s something about that guy that just pisses me off.”

“I am sure,” said Sight. He looked over at Mecha Knight again. “I seem to recall reading about him once. He doesn’t actually have any powers; he’s just a man in a fancy suit of armor, probably built in a cave with a box of scraps. He should be easy enough to take down with a few well-placed blows.”

I gulped. Sight was right about that. As far as I knew, Mecha Knight didn’t actually have any powers. He was just an ordinary guy in a suit of armor, like Sight said. Granted, Mecha Knight was supposed to be a good fighter, but considering Sight’s super speed and invisibility, I wondered how Mecha Knight was going to keep up in his heavy armor.

“Then come at me,” said Mecha Knight, holding up a hand and gesturing for Sight to attack. “I’m ready when you are.”

Sight smirked and then vanished into thin air. Instantly, I felt a familiar gust of wind go by me as Sight dashed toward Mecha Knight. I couldn’t see Sight at all, so I had no idea where he was. And if I couldn’t see him, then Mecha Knight probably couldn’t, either.

Despite that, Mecha Knight didn’t seem even slightly surprised at Sight’s vanishing act. He just stood as still as possible, his head inclined slightly, like he was listening to something we couldn’t hear. I figured that he was probably listening for Sight’s footsteps, but even if he could tell where Sight was, I feared that Sight would be too fast for Mecha Knight to dodge.

Then, at the last possible moment, Mecha Knight whirled around and slashed his sword at what appeared to be nothing. At least, it looked like nothing until the sound of metal tearing through flesh could be heard, followed by blood appearing out of nowhere, which was immediately followed by Sight reappearing. His chest had a huge, bloody gash in it now where Mecha Knight’s sword had slashed; not deep enough to reach his heart, but deep enough to cut through his clothing and look extremely painful.

In fact, it was so painful that Sight had actually stopped. He clutched his bleeding chest in agony, while Mecha Knight just slammed his fist into Sight’s face with surprising speed. Sight immediately collapsed onto the ground, where he lay looking more dead than unconscious in a widening pool of his own blood.

“There,” said Mecha Knight. He looked over at Twinfist, who had taken a step backwards now. “Two of your friends are down now, Twinfist. Unless you want to join them, I suggest giving up now.”

Twinfist bit his lower lip, like he was unsure what to do, but then he shook his head and shouted, “I will avenge my brother! Take this!”

Twinfist ran over me and toward Mecha Knight, swinging both of his gloved fists at him. Again, Mecha Knight didn’t look even slightly afraid. He just raised his sword and blocked Twinfist’s fists before shoving him backwards and blasting him in the face with a sudden burst of energy from his gauntlet.

That blast knocked Twinfist down, apparently knocking him unconscious, because he did not get up again.

Mecha Knight shook his head again. “Too easy, though I suppose I shouldn’t complain.” He looked over at me. “Bolt, how do you feel? You look awful.”

Groaning, I sat up and rubbed the back of my head, saying, “I’ve been better. But what are you doing here? I didn’t tell you where I was going.”

“Carl told me,” said Mecha Knight. “He gave me a recording of the audio of your conversation with the woman named Emma. And I was then able to use Carl’s tracking systems to locate you via your suit-up watch, which I followed to this place.”

“Man, you were fast,” I said, “because I thought we were pretty far away from Hero Island.”

“Your father gave me a teleportation disk before he died, so I used it to get here,” said Mecha Knight, “but regardless, I came to help you because I thought you might need backup.”

“Thanks,” I said. “What about the rest of the team?”

“I told them to stay behind because I did not think they could handle the Test Subjects,” said Mecha Knight. “But perhaps I was mistaken, because both of these men went down very—”

Mecha Knight was interrupted when Twinfist—who had been pretty still this entire time—opened his eyes and sat up. He then pulled back his fist, which I realized was likely full of the kinetic energy from Mecha Knight’s face blast, and punched Mecha Knight directly in the stomach.

In fact, Twinfist’s hand actually went through Mecha Knight’s stomach, smashing through his armor and sending bits of metal everywhere as I shouted, “Mecha Knight, no!”

I fully expected to see Mecha Knight’s blood and guts go everywhere after this attack; in fact, I expected the attack to be lethal and for Mecha Knight to die on the spot. It didn’t help that Twinfist was laughing maniacally, as if he had indeed landed a lethal blow.

But to my surprise, there was no blood or anything leaking from Mecha Knight’s stomach. Sparks of electricity came out every now and then, but Mecha Knight stood motionless and calm, like he had not just been punched straight through the stomach. He just calmly looked down at his stomach area, as if he had accidentally spilled some juice on his shirt, while Twinfist yanked his fist out of Mecha Knight’s stomach and looked at the hole in horror.

“Huh?” said Twinfist. He sounded confused. “I thought you were a man in a suit of armor. Where is the man?”

Mecha Knight slammed the side of his sword against Twinfist’s face so hard and so fast that even I had a hard time keeping up. Twinfist fell back over again, only this time he seemed to be down for good.

But that didn’t change the fact that he had punched a hole straight through Mecha Knight’s stomach. I could see straight through the hole now, but again, no blood or guts or bone or anything organic was visible. There was just frayed and torn wire, bits and pieces of metal, a few sparks here and there, but nothing even slightly organic.

Mecha Knight covered the hole, though it seemed to be less out of pain and more due to the fact that he didn’t want it exposed. “What a bother. I should have seen that coming, but I guess he managed to fool me.”

I just stared at Mecha Knight in shock. “Mecha Knight … what …. why …”

Mecha Knight opened his mouth, maybe to explain, but then the doors to the barn slammed open, drawing both of our attention over to it as someone stumbled out of it. I didn’t recognize her at first, until I noticed her ninja clothing and realized that it was Emma. And she looked like she had been badly hurt.

Ignoring my own pain, I stood up and ran over to her as quickly as I could. I stopped by her side and rolled her onto her back, which gave me a good look at her face. Her face looked okay, but she had a large cut on her right cheek and it looked like she had been punched in the face. Her clothing was torn in a few places, revealing some cuts and wounds across her body.

“Emma, Emma, are you okay?” I said. I shook her gently, but she still didn’t open her eyes. “Emma, can you hear me?”

Finally, Emma opened her eyes. She looked a little confused for a moment, as if she wasn’t sure where she was, but when she saw my face, she reached up and grabbed my shoulder.

“Bolt …” Emma said. Her voice was startlingly weak. “I tried … but Echo heard the fighting outside and …”

Emma broke into a coughing fit, causing me to say, “Echo did what? What did she do?”

Emma managed to get her coughing under control just long enough to say, “Took your grandmother away. I tried to stop her, but … she beat me up and left me for dead.”

“Then you mean …” My voice trailed off as the implications of Emma’s story sank in. “That Grandmother is gone and we don’t know where she is.”

Emma nodded weakly. “Yes. I am sorry. You should go after her.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m going to get you some help and make sure that these three guys go to jail. If I don’t know where Grandmother is, then I can’t go after her.”

“Fine, but my master will be very angry …” Emma said. “Very angry indeed …”

“I know,” I said. “But right now, you just need to rest. I’ll talk to Grandfather about this myself, if he’s going to be that upset.”

“Very well,” said Emma. “Then I’ll just go back to sleep …”

Emma closed her eyes and appeared to drift back into unconsciousness.

I looked up at Mecha Knight, who was staring at me with what might have been confusion. “Mecha Knight, can you call the NHA and have them send some neoheroes to help? Please?”

“Yes, Bolt, I will,” said Mecha Knight. “Just hold on a minute, because it will take some time for the NHA to send anyone over.”

I nodded as Mecha Knight turned around and started speaking into a communication device built into his arm, calling for reinforcements from the NHA. I just knelt there, hoping that the reinforcements would arrive in time to help Emma and get these three bastards taken to jail, though I also wondered about the true nature of Mecha Knight and what that even meant.