The Powerful Pride of an Immortal (Immortal Supers Book 4) by Kurtis Eckstein (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📗

All of them were on fire, brilliant azure flames clinging to their bodies.

They immediately began focusing on the injured, the ones who were struggling to hang onto life after being impaled by metal rods. At the same time, the two men in riot gear began moving closer to where the suicide bomber had been, the ground being unmistakably different than everywhere else.

Despite the fact that a separate explosion came from me, the ground near the bomber was somehow…shinier. Like, it was as if the ground was covered in a silver powder, with dust visibly falling in the air, concentrated within ten feet of where the bomber had been.

Tyrone continued. “They were too uncertain about the fire until I got here. I had to reassure them that it was doing something good.”

“Something good?” Lexi repeated, only to look up at me.

But I had no idea what it was doing. Honestly, while I had no doubt it was coming from me, I wasn’t exactly controlling it consciously either. It was more like, it was its own separate existence, like a fiery wisp responding obediently to my protective desire.

An instinct.

“Yeah, it’s burning something up,” Tyrone continued. “Like, I don’t know what it is exactly, but I can see something in the air, and the flames are burning it up.”

His eyes narrowed then as he focused more intently around us, only for a look of shock to cross his expression as he looked in the direction of the two men with guns.

“Wait!” he called out urgently.

Unexpectedly, the blue flames began to sputter around the guy in front, only for him to immediately drop to the ground dead.

“Radiation!” he continued to yell. “Get back! It’s too late for him! Get back!” He focused on the others. “Hurry and get the victims out of here!”

“Radiation?!” I said in alarm. “Like a nuclear bomb?”

Lexi’s eyes were wide. “No, that’s impossible. It must be…” Her voice trailed off.

“Shit!” Tyrone said, only to speak louder, yelling at the men. “Polonium! It’s a polonium bomb! Get everyone out of here, now!”

“What’s going on?” I asked urgently. “What is that?”

“The most radioactive substance on the planet,” Lexi said in shock. “And the kind used to create this type of chemical weapon is the worst. Just the tiniest bit of polonium dust is enough to kill you. And the air…”

“The air is full of it,” Tyrone agreed urgently. “Which means I need to get you out of here right now, before this fire disappears.”

“Take my sister,” Lexi begged. “Sam can help me walk.”

“No!” Heidi unexpectedly shrieked, her voice breaking as she clung to me even tighter.

But the truth was, I wasn’t certain I could help with either of them. I focused on Lexi.

“I don’t know what will happen if I move from this spot, and I need you to get out of here safely.”

“Sam,” Lexi said in a pleading tone.

We didn’t have time to waste.

My tone was firm as I looked up at Tyrone. “Look, I’m the one producing these flames. So I need you to get them out of here.” His eyes widened in shock, but I ignored the reaction as I looked back down and continued speaking, my tone harsher. “Lexi. Heidi. Go. Now.”

Heidi tried to resist, but I wouldn’t have it.

“Now, Heidi. I’ll be okay, but you might not be. Get out of here now. Help your sister,” I added. “She might not be able to walk.”

Heidi looked up at me with a tormented expression, prompting me to grab her face in my hands, focusing on her intently. “Heidi, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, for everything. But I need you to focus. Focus on saving your sister. She’s in danger of dying. So, take a deep breath, and get to work.”

I could see the unstable look in her lavender eyes begin to shift, as I used the same command I’d given her previously, three months ago, when her older sister was on life-support. She was trembling as she pulled away, her arms and legs shaking as she tried to stand up, but Tyrone helped her get to her feet, and then the two of them helped Lexi stand.

I tried to remain calm as they began walking away, trying not to panic at my lack of control over what was happening…

Trying not to think about what would happen if the blue flames covering them unexpectedly sputtered and went out…

But that didn’t happen, and once they were gone, I was relieved, feeling free to experience the sensation within myself and all around me. Stretching out a few of my astral limbs several hundred feet into the distance, as far as they would reach, I realized that my second-sight’s capacity to see went even beyond that. In fact, my second-sight stretched all the way to the edge of the desolate wasteland, as if the initial white flames I created wouldn’t go further than that distance. It also meant I might see a person on the edge one moment, only for them to vanish, as if they’d entered a blind spot the second they went too far.

And within that space, from here to there, I had a powerful perception of the people who existed within it. Granted, now that quite a bit of time had passed, I was mostly alone, though there were still occasionally people crossing that threshold, for one reason or another, with my blue flames igniting on their bodies.

It was like a reflex.

An instinct.

I felt the danger and my azure flames reflexively swallowed them up without consuming them, burning away the hazardous material that threatened to kill them instantly. Although, I doubted there was much danger at the edges, since I capped off the top of the explosion. In fact, I was pretty sure there wasn’t much danger at all fifty or so feet beyond the center of the detonation, with the vast majority of the polonium resting in a thick layer within ten feet of the explosion.

Still, I waited until people