Alternia Comics

Venym managed to identify the figure as the pilot … naked, glowing, and floating just above the floor of the plane. Something must have happened with the lightning and the gel … and it may have had something to do with the poison, too.

Whatever it was, Venym did not feel like giving the pilot a chance to understand whatever new abilities he had. He took out his biggest knife and hurled it right at the left side of the pilot’s head.

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“Oh, crap. Get in the plane!”

Dr. Law needed no encouragement. He practically flew up the stairs, with Derrick right behind him. The pilot didn’t bother trying to see where the knife-thrower had gone to. He just knew that, with someone that deadly out there somewhere, his window for escape was closing fast.

With unbelievable speed, the boy’s hand licked across his belt, grabbed a knife, and made a circular thrust at the side of Derrick’s throat. Derrick was suddenly very happy the Rangers he flew had convinced him to come to some of their hand-to-hand combat classes. He wasn’t able to grab the boy’s wrist like he was supposed to, but he did get his forearm up in time to stop the knife and even managed to launch the simultaneous counterattack; a palm strike that hit the attacker right in the chest.

Derrick held out a hand and led her down the stairs at the front door of the restaurant. As he was listening to Rebecca’s laughter, he heard something else, something he most definitely did not want to hear.

“Derrick, is that your pager?” asked Rebecca, a quizzical look on her face.

Derrick took his little black pager out of his pocket and checked the number. “Oh, my God,” he said. “I told them NOT to call me tonight. I should have left this stupid thing at home with my cell phone …”

“Who is it?”

“There is a dynamic in us that beckons us to something deeper.”

-Professor Fred Parrella

Derrick Lucious had never known his father.