“I’m not happy going under there,” Breezer called from the cabin. They were closing on the bridge supports now, and the shadow Jack had seen underneath was no longer there.
“No choice,” he said. “Get us through as fast as you can.”
“I haven’t seen Reaper,” Sparky said.
“No,” Jack said. “But I’ve got a feeling we’ll be seeing him soon.”
Lucy-Anne was kneeling at the boat’s bow like some slinky figurehead, and she pointed beneath the bridge. “Look! What the hell is she doing?”
Jack recognised the silhouette and the pose, and his heart sank.
The woman was inhaling and exhaling quickly, so hard that they could hear her breaths from two hundred feet away. And the surface of the slow-moving river was changing. Its texture altered, and it started glimmering even within the shadow cast by the great bridge.
“Better ease up,” Jack called to Breezer.
“Why?”
“’Cos this boat’s not built for ice breaking.” As Breezer eased back on the throttle and their momentum carried them against the flow, the woman froze the river beneath the bridge’s widest span. The surface became slushy at first, and then quickly grew into harder ridges, grinding against each other as the currents beneath played with the chunks of ice. Some of them parted from the mass and started drifting downriver, and they impacted gently against the boat’s bow.
“If you want to talk, why don’t you just say?” Jack shouted. The ice woman continued breathing hard, and for a few seconds he thought no one was going to reply.
But then he heard his father’s voice. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Reaper appeared from beneath the bridge and walked out onto the river. He stepped from one block of ice to another, balancing confidently on the moving mass, and came towards the boat. Shade was with him, seeming to form shadows where none should be.
“Your puppet guy’s become a floater,” Sparky said. Reaper did not even respond. He was staring only at Jack, and Jack knew that he had already disregarded everyone else.
The boat nudged against the expanding slew of ice, and the ice woman kept breathing, solidifying the ice floe so that it barely moved beneath the river’s drift. Jack could not conceive of the energies required to do that, but he did blink into his own universe and find the star that would give him the power. He shivered, and his next breath condensed in the air before him.
“We don’t want you on our boat,” Jack said.
Reaper raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask your permission.” He reached up to the boat’s handrail and grabbed hold, ready to board.
Without thinking, Jack growled. The ice floe shook and cracked with several loud reports, and the ice woman paused, surprised, to watch.
Reaper stepped back from the boat, arms out to maintain his balance as the ice moved beneath him.
“That’s not polite,” he said.
“Piss on you,” Jack said. He had never, ever spoken to his father like that before. But this man was not his father. He might resemble him slightly, and some of the mannerisms were the same. But Jack had seen and heard too much of what he could do to feel any true connection.
“That’s definitely not polite. Shade?”
Jack clasped inward, and became like Shade. He shifted while barely touching the space he passed, taking any hint of shadows to himself as camouflage, squeezing through hollows in the air and meeting Shade head-on as he tried to board the boat.
“I…said…no!” Jack injected that last word with another taste of his father’s own power. Shade was thrown across the ice to land on his back, sliding quickly into the shadow of a small ice ridge and standing, waiting, the shock evident on his face.
Jack drew back to himself.
“I don’t want to fight you, Dad.”
“Because you know you’ll lose.”
“Because I know you’ll lose. And I don’t want that on my conscience.”
“So just what the hell do you want?” Jenna asked Reaper, trying to defuse the growing pressure. “No Choppers here for you to torture and kill. Perhaps you’re after us now?”
“No,” Reaper sighed, “I’m not after you. Not to torture and kill, and least.”
“Then why?” Jack asked. “And hurry. We’re in a rush.”
“A rush? Why? Anyone would think there’s a clock ticking somewhere.” Reaper stepped further back from the boat so that he could see everyone on board, and even before it happened Jack felt a warning niggle, a suspicion that he’d relaxed just a little too much. Perhaps pride was a factor, because he had seen off Puppeteer and Shade, and even Reaper seemed unsettled.
But he forgot that Reaper was a monster.
A single cough from the man who’d been his father thundered across the boat. Timber stretched and splintered, the glassed-in area shattered, and Jack was lifted from his feet and thrown back into the rows of benches. He heard the others crying out, and he saw Rhali with her hands pressed to her stomach, winded, eyes wide as she tried to catch her breath. Blood ran across his scalp, and pain bit into his right hip and shoulder. Anger flushed through him. Talents flickered before him, all of them powerful and destructive. He could have breathed out and set the boat on fire, or punched at the air and launched a compression wave that would crush metal. But he sensed also that this was a defining moment in his relationship with his new, wider universe of potential. If he let go to anger, chaos would reign.
So he remained on the deck while Reaper climbed aboard, and Shade flowed over the handrail, and the ice woman breathed out again, frosting the remains of glass in the boat’s viewing area and freezing the hull to the spreading ice.
With a crack! Fleeter appeared on the bridge support. She hurried across the ice and climbed onto the boat, glancing around to assess the situation. She grinned at Jack, but he did not return her smile.
“Bastard,” Sparky said. He was on his knees, fists clenched and ready to lash out at Reaper, and Jack had to grasp his ankle. His friend looked back at him. Jack shook his head.
“Now can we talk?” Reaper asked.
Sparky stood anyway, and Shade flitted across the deck towards him. Sparky threw a punch but it hit only air, and then he was flipped onto his back, the wind knocked from him.
“I’d prefer you all stayed lying down,” Reaper said. “Less chance of trouble that way. Less chance of any of you getting hurt.” He stared at Jack when he said this.
“You’ll hurt us anyway,” Jack said. “It’s in your nature.”
“To be honest, Jack, you’ve taught me a thing or two,” Reaper said. He nodded at Breezer, leaning against the smashed wheelhouse nursing a bleeding hand and a gashed cheek. “It used to be that I regarded people like him with disdain. Loathing, even. Given a gift, they do nothing with it. They let it fester and stew, and they exist apart from what they were given, not as a part of it. You can’t separate yourself from your true natures. You of all people should know that now.”
“This was forced upon me,” Jack said.
“Me also! But I relish it.” He walked forward and sat on a bench, almost within reach of Jack. “Tell me you don’t relish what you have, too.”
Jack did not answer.
“You feel the power. You know you’re different, and better than everyone else.” He waved a hand to indicate Sparky and the others. Behind Reaper, Fleeter was still smiling. Jack bristled.
“Different, yes. Very different. I’ve got abilities now…I could crush you with a blink.” He knelt up, and then stood, taller than his sitting father. Holding out his hand, he felt the heat-rush of a new star. “I could clasp your heart and halt its beat,” Jack said with wonder. “I could get into your head and destroy your sense of self. Make you…a robot. A hollow man.”