DIVER!
Pearl Olsen
Honolulu, Hawaii
TOM soars above his ancient lands on proud, strong wings, watching, guarding, remembering. Look, up in the sky, it's
BRAVE HAWK!
Tom Diedrich
Benson, Arizona
HALEY floats like a butterfly and hits like a piledriver. Light as a feather in the wind, hard as ton of steel, that's our
JADE BLOSSOM!
Haley Mok
Redondo Beach, California
THADDEUS will knock you down, roll over you, and save your soul. Cry hallelujah, brother, and pray you don't get in the way of the
HOLY ROLLER!
Rev. Thaddeus Wintergreen
Natchez, Mississippi
WHO WILL BE THE NEW AMERICAN HERO?
TROUBLE COMES IN SPADES.
That girl CLEO gets around. Pop, she's here, pop, she's there, pop, she's just behind you. Watch out for
CLEOPATRA!
Cleonida Simpson
Montgomery, Alabama
RACHEL has the bestest collection of stuffies anywhere. They're all so soft and cute and cuddly, just like the
DRAGON HUNTRESS!
Rachel Weinstein
Bayonne, New Jersey
An iron man from the Iron Range, WALLY has steel in his fists and a furnace for a heart. Rust never sleeps and neither does
RUSTBELT!
Wally "Rusty" Gunderson
Mountain Iron, Minnesota
THE KING is the mystery man from down along the border. Where is he from? What can he do? Who dares to look beneath the mask of
KING COBALT!
name unknown
Somewhere in California
There's never a loser when ROSA deals the cards. Diva or demon, snake or lion, even death itself, they're all in the hands of
ROSA LOTERIA!
Guadelupe Maria del Rosario Garza
East Los Angeles, California
ALI likes to dust things up. The girl has got a little devil in her. From the land of Elvis and the Living Gods comes
SIMOON!
Aliyah Malik
Las Vegas, Nevada
JOHN burns bright by day and night in half a hundred hues. Let those who hide in darkness cower, and beware the light of
THE CANDLE!
John Montano
Durango, Colorado
WHO WILL BE THE NEW AMERICAN HERO?
THE DIAMONDS ARE OUR WORLD'S BEST FRIENDS.
MICHELLE is always blowing bubbles, but best not stand too close when they start bursting. She's
THE AMAZING BUBBLES!
Michelle LaFleur
New York, New York
HOWARD is the man that Jetboy would have been. He's seen The Jolson Story, but his own tale is just beginning. Make way for
JETMAN!
Howard Hawkwood
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
IVAN is full of surprises. Like Mother Russia, the more you pound on him, the more you have to deal with. He's
MATRYOSHKA!
Ivan Kazakova
Brighton Beach, New York
MEGAN was dirt-poor growing up, but now she's learned to shine. A regular diamond in the rough is our
TIFFANI!
Megan McKnee
Boone, West Virginia
JOE be nimble, Joe be quick, Joe can snatch your candlestick. You better bring your best game if you want to go one-on-one with
JOE TWITCH!
Joe Moritz
Baltimore, Maryland
EMILY is the fastest grrl on wheels. Don't blink, or you'll miss her whizzing by. There, that's her, that
BLRR!
Emily Paige
Sunnyvale, California
Don't you dare call RAJ handicapped. His servants wouldn't take kindly to it. Step aside and clear a path for
THE MAHARAJAH!
Raj Chaturvedi
Seattle, Washington
WHO WILL BE THE NEW AMERICAN HERO?
5. Chosen Ones 1
Chosen Ones: I
Carrie Vaughn
THE THREE-STORY BROWNSTONE BURNED. Tongues of fire crawled out of every window, waves of heat and clouds of smoke billowed up, choking the nighttime air. Shouts of residents trapped inside sounded over the roar of flames. People leaning out of windows, begging for help, were shadows against a backdrop of red fire. A nearby fire truck sat abandoned. Hoses hadn't even been hooked to the fire hydrant.
Ana stood on the curb and watched the inferno. Even a dozen yards away, the fire pressed scorching fingers against her face. She drew a breath and coughed at the dry, soot-filled stench. Horror at the sight froze her into inaction. This was too much. This was impossible. They didn't expect her to actually do anything, did they?
"We don't have any powers that can handle this," said Drummer Boy, squinting at the glare of the flames. "Unless somebody here is invincible and forgot to tell anyone."
The joker Drummer Boy was over seven feet tall and had six arms. All of them were lean, powerful, and covered with tattoos, along with much of his torso—which contained a set of tympanic membranes. He really was his own drum set, and he usually went shirtless to show it off. He managed to stand with all six arms akimbo, hands lined up on his hips. With his shaved head, scowling expression, and firelight glinting off his skin, he seemed like a monster from legend.
Curveball, the pretty nineteen-year-old with a perfect figure and blonde ponytail, brimmed with energy. "Let's stop bitching and do this thing." She dashed forward, toward the blaze.
She's crazy, Ana thought, hanging back by the curb.
The others—Hardhat, Gardener, Hive, Wild Fox, and Drummer Boy—followed Curveball. No one got close before the heat drove them back. It came off the building in shimmering walls. The air itself seemed to burn.
Hardhat reached out, seeming for a moment to paint his hand across the air. Along the wall in front of him, a structure appeared: one by one, glowing yellow I beams morphed into existence. They stacked into a scaffold that climbed to a second-story window, where one of the victims leaned out. But he couldn't convince the guy that the phantom I beams were real and would hold his weight if he climbed onto them.
"Come on, you fucking cock head! Get your sorry fucking ass down here! Jesus Christ!" he hollered. The victim kept shaking his head.
"I'll get him." Drummer Boy ran for the scaffold. Using all six arms, he made short work of climbing the beams, and once at the top, braced himself while reaching for the victim. He winced away from a blast of sparks that poured from the window. The sparks, if anything, encouraged the man to take Drummer Boy's hand and allow himself to be coaxed from the window.
One down, at least. The flames seemed to be climbing higher, and the shouts from within continued. Drummer Boy helped a second victim climb from the window. Two rescued. Maybe this would turn out all right after all.
Ana's heart was racing, and she was just standing there. She clenched her fists, watching, praying. It was all she could do.
From inside, sounding over the crackle and roar of flames, a baby started crying. The sound was piercing, and jacked the tension to a new level.
Gardener pulled a handful of something from the leather pouch at her belt and flung it toward the building. Seeds. They instantly took root in the concrete and grew at a terrific rate. In minutes, vines sprouted and climbed, sending out leaves and tendrils, anchoring on the brick wall. Following Hardhat's lead, she used living vines instead of conjured steel.
Before the vines reached the first window, however, they blackened and caught fire. The plants collapsed into ashes.
"Damn," she muttered.
"You got anything in there that can shoot water?" Wild Fox asked.
"There aren't any plants that shoot water," she said, scowling at him.
Meanwhile, Hive rubbed his hands together in preparation of—something. His expression was uncertain, however. "Maybe I can do some scouting. Find out where the people are so we don't waste any time searching."
His outline fuzzed. Then, his shirt and pants collapsed, and in his place a swarm of tiny green wasplike insects hovered. The swarm maintained the outline of the man—a disturbing, wavering form, rather than anything with human features—and raised a nebulous, buzzing arm in salute. Then, he scattered. The swarm broke apart, zoomed to the building, and entered through three different windows.
"Is that bastard going to be okay?" Hardhat asked, staring. He'd built a second scaffold by another window and rescued a third victim.