Spark hovered over the city, uncertainty showing behind her mask. This was one of those turning points where you have to make a decision. Are you the hero or are you the villain? When the chips are down and your father is holding out his hand to you saying he has the power, with you at his side, to fix everything. He can bring your mother back, he can put the city to rights. Photon’s cape fluttered in the breeze and Spark took a deep breath. He could probably do it too. She knew his powers inside and out, they were the same as hers after all. For a long moment, Spark looked at her hands.
“Just think about it, Princess. We could have your mom back. We could have everything back.”
His hand was still outstretched, hoping she would take it. She could see it in his eyes behind his crimson mask. Then she flew back a bit.
“You hurt people, Dad. Innocent people. You told me heroes never do things like that.”
Photon’s hand dropped to his side and he sighed.
“Spark, how can you call them innocent? They took your mother.”
Electricity flared around Spark for a moment.
“They didn’t, Dad. It was an accident. A stupid accident. And you’re scaring the shit out of me right now.”
Photon raised his hand again, flying towards her. But Spark pulled back again.
“Are you turning on me?”
“What?” Spark’s voice cracked on the single word, confusion evident on her face. “Dad, you’re… you’re not acting like you.”
“I don’t want to fight you, Spark.”
There was lightning whipping around Photon now and light building up around both of his hands.
“Fight? What?” Spark threw a translucent shield up just in time as Photon swung his electrically charged fist at her. “Dad! What are you doing?”
He bounced off her shield, spinning for a moment in the air before he righted himself.
“The right thing.”
He growled the words before throwing himself at her again. Spark dropped out of the air as quickly as she could, positioning her shield over her head. She couldn’t take Photon in a straight fight. He outweighed her, outclassed her in experience. But she had one advantage he didn’t have. She was fast and she had friends he didn’t know about. And today, he was going to learn what she had really been doing on Saturday nights when she said she was out partying. Spark spiraled in the air, using it to control her speed as she dove between buildings at breakneck speed. She had to make it to the south side. She had to find…. There!
Slamming into the ground, Spark barely caught herself to prevent a crater and ran.
“Jackal! Turbo! I need backup and I need it now!”
The two young heroes exchanged a look and then looked at Spark.
She looked into the sky nervously.
“My dad. He’s…gone rogue. I can’t get ahold of anyone at the Sanctum. I tried that earlier. It’s just us.”
Jackal’s eyebrows shot up, his glowing red eyes wide.
“Well, shit, Spark. We gotta fight Photon?”
Turbo shoved Jackal teasingly.
“Yeah, hot stuff, and we gotta win. You ready?”
Jackal took a breath and adjusted his armor before stopping to check Turbo’s equipment. Turbo was a speedster, sleek and muscular in his lightly armored spandex. When he was certain that everything was settled right, Jackal leaned in to kiss Turbo gently.
“Don’t let him hit you, Turbo, or you’re gonna be a skidmark.”
“Yeah, I know. Duck, dodge, weave, right?”
The three teens exchanged a shaky smile and looked up into the sky as a shadow fell over them. Photon was here.