Author: Eon Mikey

When I was last in the Front’s hideout, I didn’t notice the smell. Maybe that was because I was hyper-focused on feeling out the Front. But now that it’s just me and Saw Off standing around in this dingy back hallway separated from the club by only a set of double doors, waiting for someone… Continue reading 1.16 – NO UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY →

Hiding in an alley between two ruined warehouses, Bedevil removes the Kitsune mask. She holds it in her hands, turns it over. Home Run. The somehow demigod. Except not somehow. She knows exactly how. Thanks to her power, she could see the inferno stored within his heart, the extreme agitation of atoms in his body.… Continue reading 1.15 – Strange Feelings →

The next thing I’m aware of, I’m on my belly, mask in the muck. Footsteps crunch and squeak in the slimy gravel by my head, and I whirl around with my feet primed to kick, but instead of Mr. Spiral, I find Kitsune instead. She kneels down. “That was amazing,” she says, so softly it… Continue reading 1.14 – Stalking is a Strong Word →

Thanh’s attitude scares me. I can’t afford to lose his patronage over Home Run. Maybe I should change my outfit, like he said. I’ve never had a mask name. I’ve never had a name that I felt like I owned. But what if I did? What if I built this Home Run person into a… Continue reading 1.13 – Monster →

I don’t know what a cold sweat feels like. What I do know is the sensation of waking up sharply, the way 3 AM skews my perception of time and space, the way I’m left blinking and rotating in a body I don’t quite own. More than that, I know the way a dream shatters… Continue reading 1.12 – Every Zero →

Over a week after Bedevil’s arrival, it’s not one of the capes or the Houston Heroes that delivers her a lead on Home Run - it’s Tim Prince. He finds her in her office, where she’s working while sipping coffee and vodka out of a pink sequined travel mug. This morning, she’s been following an… Continue reading 1.11 – The Man Who Sold Houston →

I tumble forward, trying to control my own momentum with my power. Nothing works - none of the usual forces that I can wrangle into submission surround me. But I’m definitely moving, definitely spinning and screaming my fucking skull out as I do so, shouting, “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” at Saw Off. There’s just nothing for… Continue reading 1.10 – Pick a Side →

Nearly a month after Danger Close, Mateo and I sit eating ugali and fish sauce from a Kenyan shop near the junk yard. I mindlessly flip through the channels on TV - the signal comes in with a bit of static on our hijacked screen. It can get all the local Houston, Vanguard, and PK… Continue reading 1.9 – Like Falling into Knives →

Bedevil rides in a luxury armored SUV into the heart of Houston. She doesn’t need the protection, but it does have reclining chairs that vibrate and warm her back. Frowning in concentration, she runs her finger along the rim of her water bottle, reaching into the liquid with her Affect to rearrange the molecules. The… Continue reading 1.8 – The Symbols of Heroics →