Michael Carroll - Sakkara

Colin lifted the old man out and – gripping on to his hands – leaned out of the window and lowered him down as far as he could go.

“Do it!” Renata shouted. “I’m ready!”

Colin let go, but the old man twisted somehow at the last second, swung away. Renata made a grab for him…And missed.

There was a gasp of shock from the crowd when he hit the ground. The man’s left leg was bent at an unnatural angle. Renata crouched beside him, but he waved her away. “No, help the others!”

A young woman was next. Renata caught her easily, helped by the teenage boy.

Colin looked around. “Who’s next?”

“Me,” Dave said. “I’m the last one.” He was already climbing on to the ledge. “Kid Titan, isn’t it?” He smiled. “We’ve been watching you on the news…Just this week we must have had thirty people coming in looking for action figures of you and Diamond!”

Before Colin could respond, there was a loud creak from the roof above them. He lashed out, pushing Dave out of the window just as the rest of the roof collapsed on top of him. At the same time, the floor gave way.

Colin coughed and blinked rapidly. Blacked out for a second. He was flat on the floor, face down, covered in burning toys and ceiling tiles. He could feel a heavy steel girder across the back of his legs.

Then he heard Renata rushing into the store. She pulled the girder off him, threw it to one side, then lifted him to his feet. “You all right?”

Colin groaned. “I’m never shopping here again. How’s Dave?”

“The assistant? He’s OK. I caught him.” Renata suddenly jumped. “Your arm’s on fire!”

Colin slapped the flames out, then looked down at his costume. It was covered in burns and rips, and his cape was in shreds. “My mother’s going to kill me!”

“Come on, let’s get out of here before the rest of the place caves in.”

“Wait! Is my mask on straight?”

“It’s fine.”

They made their way out of the shop and into a sudden flurry of camera flashes. The crowd was cheering wildly, shouting “Kid Titan! Kid Titan!” over and over. A few – mostly teenage boys – were trying to drown the others out by shouting, “Di-a-mond! Di-a-mond!”

“My fan club is here,” Renata said.

“What, both of them?” Colin said, his white grin spreading across his soot-blackened face.

A TV reporter rushed up. Without asking their permission, he pushed his way between them, turned to face the camera and began speaking. “Barney Macintosh here with the new heroes known as Diamond and Kid Titan, at the scene of a daring rescue. Diamond, if I can turn to you first…What were your thoughts as you selflessly entered the burning building?” He pushed his microphone up to her face.

Renata said, “No comment,” then turned and walked away.

“Er…Kid Titan! Do you have anything you’d like to say?”

Colin nodded. “Yeah. My name is Titan, not Kid Titan!” He turned his back on the reporter and followed Renata.

As they were making their way across the rooftops, to the alley where they’d stored their civilian clothes, Renata said, “We did good tonight.”

“We shouldn’t have let that reporter talk to us. The camera was pretty close.”

“Col, you’re wearing a mask and your face is covered in soot. No one would be able to recognise us.” Renata paused. “Sorry about what happened on the stairway. The heat was just too much for me.”

“That’s OK. Sorry about using your head as a battering ram,” Colin said as he used the end of his cape to wipe his face.

She laughed. “Danny’s going to love that one!” They approached the edge of the roof. “Where are we now, exactly?”

“Bishop Street.” It was an easy jump to the building on the other side of the alley, not much more than the length of large car. Colin stepped back, took a short run and cleared the gap.

Renata landed next to him.

“So you think Danny’s ever going to get his powers back?” Colin asked.

“How would I know?”

“Well, you’ve been a superhuman for longer than we have. Besides,” he added cautiously, “you and him have been spending a lot of time together.”

“Yeah, well…He needs us around. It’s not easy for him. I don’t mean about his powers or his arm. All that stuff with his dad.”

“You mean his real dad or Façade?”

“Façade. I don’t think he should have told Danny’s mother the truth.”

“Renata, he wasn’t legally married to her! He pretended to be her husband for years! ”

“If he hadn’t told her, she’d never have thrown him out of the flat.”

“Can you blame her? No relationship can survive that sort of lie! What if you were her, and you found out that for eleven years you’d been living with a former supervillain who…” Colin paused, listening.

“What is it?”

“A scream, somewhere behind us. Come on!”

They turned and ran back the way they came, racing across the flat rooftops, jumping across the alleyways and narrow streets.

“There!” Colin said in a loud whisper. He pointed down into a dark alley, six storeys below. “Four men, mugging a young couple. Think you can jump down there?”

Renata didn’t bother to answer: she just threw herself off the edge.

Colin watched as her skin suddenly glistened and turned transparent. There was a crash as she hit the ground. He saw the four large men spin to face her, one of them holding a knife.

Colin stepped back, took a deep breath and ran. He launched himself across the alleyway and landed on the metal fire escape three floors below, then vaulted over the edge and dropped to the ground next to Renata just as the knife-wielding man charged.

Renata lashed out with a side kick, knocking the knife from the man’s hand.

There was a moment’s pause, then Renata yelled at the muggers’ victims: “Get out of here! Phone the police!”

The man grabbed the woman’s arm. “C’mon, Jackie! Let’s go!”

“No, but…”

“Come on!”

The couple rushed past Colin and Renata, and stopped when they reached the street. “Great,” Colin muttered. “They’re hanging around to watch.”

“Forget about them,” Renata said. “Let’s just sort these guys out.”

One of the men – large, muscled, bald – advanced on them. “What’s this? It’s a little late for Halloween, kids. Turn around and go home.”

“No,” Renata said. “We’re taking you in. Citizen’s arrest.”

The men laughed. The one nearest Renata – a short, stocky man in his early twenties – reached out to grab hold of her arm.

Renata spun about, knocking his hand aside.

“Damn, that hurt!”

There was a brief pause, then the stocky man shouted, “Get ’em!”

Something crashed into Colin’s back, almost knocking him off balance. The bearded man had rushed him from behind and locked his arms around his chest. The one with the shaved head swung his fist at Colin’s face. There was a loud crack and the man gasped.

“ Oh God! My hand!” He collapsed to his knees.

Colin had felt the force of the punch, but no pain. He grabbed hold of the bearded man’s arms, quickly ducked down and flipped the man over his shoulder, slamming him heavily to the ground.

Colin looked around to see that Renata was holding the fourth man by the throat. On the ground next to her, the stocky man was groaning and clutching his stomach.

“Are you going to play nice?” Renata asked.

“Please don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything you want!”

“Good.” She opened her hand and he dropped to the ground. “Stay put and keep quiet!”

“What exactly are you trying to do?” Colin asked the bearded man, who was now repeatedly punching him in the face. He grabbed hold of the man’s fist and twisted his arm around, forcing him down.