[BreakABone]

A little late, but I was stuck on a section. This is the final section of book 1, and tells the fate of many characters.

I hope, it works out for people, and opens up some new avenues for book 2. Which will start sometime in the new year.
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6
Nighthawk had to break the silence before he went crazy in his own mind. “Remember that one time dad chased you already for changing the channel at the last second of that futbol game? He almost killed you!”

Bube’s face turned somber in an instant. “That’s not funny. What about when Ma’ tried to get you into a beauty pageant?” Bube shot back trying to get under his brother’s skin.

“You promised to never mention that again!” Nighthawk shot him a nasty look as he tried to hide his embarrassment of being reminded of that moment.

“Of course, I promised, but if you want to bring up moments like dad chasing me… be prepared for the payback.”

While Nighthawk did not want to admit it to himself, even the reminder of such a period in his life brought him great relief right now. As he looked around at the happy moments that popped up around him, he finally realized that with his own mind at ease, the membrane was no longer closing in on him.

“Well, that’s one problem out of the way.” Nighthawk informed his brother.

“I guess we can focus at the less serious issue at hand then…” Bube realized it was a touchy subject when dealing with powers. While he knew his brother would eventually manifest some, he did not want to rise any jealous inside of him. Though the thought of flying was pretty awesome, Bube knew his brother’s potential was much greater than that.

“Have you ever done anything or seen anything happen around you that you couldn’t quite explain?”

Nighthawk thought long and hard about the question, but no event really struck out as extraordinary to him. Had he lived such a boring life without his brother around?

Then a thought as bright as the sun landed into Bube’s head. “Okay, this is going to sound weird, but close your eyes and open your ears.”
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At first Nighthawk saw or heard nothing, why should he, his mind was at complete rest. Then he saw a glint of red thunder past him, and then there was a flicker of blue and finally a gleam of gold.

The world around him began to come to life. Unlike the world he existed in or even the world that his mind conjured up, this world was unique upon itself.

Of what he could make of it, nothing appeared to be physical in this world, but it was not a mental construct either. Everything had a certain luster to it. Each object had a shine to it as if radiating gold.

As his focus deepened on the objects, he now realized they had a certain spring to them as if all dancing to similar songs.

One object in particular caught his interest, as he observed it intensely; he sung a lullaby to himself and found its maneuvers matched up flawlessly to the tune.

“Pretty cool isn’t it,” a voice, or an object, he was uncertain spoke.

“I guess… not quite sure… where we are.” Nighthawk responded and for the first time saw that he, himself, was only a wave… yeah that’s what everything looked like colored waves.

Nighthawk opened his eyes for a moment, and all that was before him disappeared. He was back on the mind plane with his musical representation of a brother in front of him.

“I know what I need to do now,” Nighthawk stood up eagerly.
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Nighthawk returned to the scene at the beach just in time to see Typhoid and Bond tossed next to Fox and Swan.

His reactions were so swift, he hardly saw himself perform it.

He leaped in front of the 4 fallen men, and created a sound barrier to protect them from the scorching fire and crumbling rocks.

Soon the repeated beatings broke through, and buried the 5 men alive underneath.
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The sun began to disappear behind the silhouette of a large metallic creature emerging from the bottom of the sea.

The creature settled above the rubble that now held the bodies of Typhoid, Fox, Swan, Bond and Nighthawk.

Dylflon teared up in the corner at the sight of his crushed friend. He had no option now, but to aid Thear in his battle. He turned inlands. He had no idea how he would get off this island, but he knew it was not through the water.

He began his long journey upwards.
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Ace’s eyes opened blinded by the bright light overhead. He quickly shut them and rolled out from underneath them. Forgetting to calculate the distance to the floor, Ace felt himself hit the ground hard.

He rubbed his backside as he pulled himself up from the floor. As he got his bearings, he saw glimmers of the room, and his mind danced with memories. These memories shook Ace, more so than the bullet he almost took. There was something strangely familiar about this room, but at the same time Ace could not place ever been here before.

He closed his eyes and a flood of images came into his head. He felt… no he knew he could navigate through this room without opening his eyes, but how. He gave his theory a trial run, and found that he easily maneuvered through the room without knocking anything over.

How was this all possible… before he could finish asking himself the question, he bumped into something that was not in his memory. He knew it was a new addition, but wanted to get a feel for it before he opened his eyes.

He could feel that it was wet, it was made of glass and felt tall as he could not reach the very top.

He opened his eyes and in great horror saw the image of the Canadian Coalition soldier staring back at him, but this one was different. It was all in the eyes… yes, the eyes showed signs of life unlike the ones that followed the Coalition around.

As Ace peered deep into the eyes, the figure turned towards him and whispered, “Help me!”

Startled, Ace stumbled backwards falling over a table behind him. As he made it to his feet, a voice called out from behind. “We have a lot to discuss.”

A fire that had not felt in years began to burn up inside of Ace, he would never forget that voice even when he laid buried six feet under.

He turned swiftly; ready to lash out, “Dad!”
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