Michael Carroll - Sakkara

Danny flexed his left hand. “It’s still hard to write, but I’m getting better. I keep reaching for the pen with the wrong arm.”

“And you always had such lovely handwriting!” She looked as though she was about to cry.

The kitchen door opened and Niall walked in. “Colin’s on the telly,” he said.

“What? Our Colin?” Danny asked. “Colin Wagner?”

“Yeah. And he’s dressed up as Kid Titan, too.”

Danny and his mother exchanged a glance. “Must be someone else, Niall,” Danny said.

“See for yourself then if you don’t believe me!” Niall said.

They followed Niall back to the sitting-room.

“See?” Niall said, pointing at the screen. Two newsreaders – a man and a woman – sat behind their desk. On the screen behind them was a photo of Diamond and Titan. Niall turned up the volume.

“…when a blaze broke out at the store less than an hour ago,” the man was saying. “Though the cause of the fire itself is still unknown, there are some fears that it might have been started deliberately. But the most remarkable aspect of this story is the rescue of five people – one member of staff and four customers – who had been trapped on the upper floor.” The screen cut to a shaky, grainy image of Renata and Colin running into the building. The words ‘Amateur film’ appeared in the corner of the screen. The newsreader continued: “The teenage superhumans known as Kid Titan and Diamond – seen here entering the building – braved the intense heat and managed to get the trapped shoppers to safety by knocking out a window and dropping them…”

Danny pulled the remote control from Niall’s hands and hit the mute button.

“Told you,” Niall said. “That’s Colin.”

“Rubbish!”

“It is!” Niall insisted. “And Diamond must be his girlfriend Renata.”

“Renata is not Colin’s girlfriend!” Danny said.

“Well, she lives in his house and she’s always hanging around with him.”

“Sweetheart, Renata is Colin’s cousin from America,” Mrs Cooper said, lowering herself into her armchair.

Niall gave her a look that made it clear he didn’t believe that. “Even so. That doesn’t mean they’re not Diamond and Kid Titan.”

The screen changed again, this time showing Kid Titan and Diamond leaving the building and being ambushed by the reporter. This film was a lot clearer than the previous one, but luckily the two heroes were both covered in so much soot that it wasn’t any easier to recognise them.

“See?” Danny said. “He’s nothing like Colin!” He waited until Colin and Renata had left, then turned the sound back up.

“So there you have it,” the reporter said, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Two brave young heroes, risking their life to save others. They’re clearly not seeking publicity or fame, but it seems that their selfless actions will bring them fame regardless. This is Barney Macintosh, reporting for Channel 6 News.”

The screen switched to show the newsreaders in the studio. The woman said, “That report from Barney Macintosh. Prior to this evening, only a handful of blurred images of these new heroes had emerged, leaving many people to believe that they were nothing more than a hoax, but as our exclusive footage has just shown, no one can now doubt the existence of Diamond and Kid Titan.”

The male newsreader chuckled. “Don’t you mean Titan , Diana?”

She returned his chuckle. “That’s right. He doesn’t seem to like being called a kid. Well, I think his actions today have proved that though Titan might be young, in some ways he’s very definitely a grown-up!”

Watching this, Danny didn’t know whether to be happy for Colin or jealous. If I hadn’t lost my powers…I could have been there with them. In fact, I would have been so fast that by the time Renata and Colin arrived at the scene I could have rescued everyone and put the fire out all by myself.

He looked again at where his right arm used to be. In the past few days, Danny had taken to wondering whether losing his arm was worse than losing his powers. I was only a superhuman for a couple of days, he thought, and my speed wasn’t even reliable, but…

Then there was the vision. He hadn’t told anyone about it. Not Façade, not Renata, not even Colin.

He had seen a vision of himself – not that much older than he was now – leading an army that could destroy the world. They were running from…someone. The vision had been too vague for him to make out many details. But one thing was certain: in that vision, Danny’s future self had a mechanical right arm.

Danny’s mother said, “Oh, not him again.”

Danny looked back at the television set. On screen, standing at a podium in front of an American flag, was a tall, overweight, bearded man. The caption below the screen read ‘Trutopians’ new leader Reginald Kinsella’.

Kinsella was responding to a question. “No, the Trutopian movement has always been dedicated to the better qualities of humanity and always will be. We have no political agenda. Not in the way that you mean. That is not going to change under my leadership. If you’ve read our press releases you’ll already know this. We accept all races, all creeds. All we ask is that anyone wishing to join our society should be willing to obey our rules. Yes, we do strictly enforce those rules, but there’s nothing outlandish. They are simply a set of codes by which most decent, law-abiding people already live.”

Another man raised his hand. “Mr Kinsella, what about the reports that your followers are—”

Kinsella interrupted him. “ My followers? The people who’ve joined our movement are not following me, Mr Lincoln. They’re following the Trutopian principles.” He counted off on his fingers. “One: do no harm. Two: help the less fortunate. Three: pay your taxes and pay your bills. Then you will be taken care of.”

“But what about people who can’t pay their taxes, Mr Kinsella? Suppose someone joins the Trutopians, moves to one of your gated communities and then loses his job? What then?”

“Then we will give that person work until he can find a job that suits him. You know the statistics: over twelve per cent of our people work in security. We have the safest communities in the world. There has yet to be a single crime committed by a member of the Trutopian movement. We have no crime, no poverty, no bigotry.”

Another hand was raised. “So what’s the point of having the largest private police force in the world if you don’t have any crime?”

Kinsella took a deep breath, held it, then let it out slowly. “We don’t have any crime because we have the largest private police force in the world.”

The same man asked, “So is that why you want to recruit the new heroes? You want them to work for you?”

“I want them to work with us, not for us. That’s the purpose of this session. No one knows how to get in touch with them, so I’m making a public appeal.” Kinsella turned towards the camera. “Diamond, Kid Titan…If you’re watching this, I’m asking you to get in touch with your nearest Trutopian community. Join us and we will provide you with all the assistance you will ever need. We will house your families, provide them with good jobs and unparalleled education. The Trutopian goal is in the name: Truth and Utopia. We are aiming to make this world a better place – for everyone. Join us. Save the world.”

With that, Kinsella stepped back from his podium.

Danny looked at his mother. She was looking back at him. “No way,” Danny said. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“It sounds…”

“It sounds too good to be true. That usually means that it’s not true. Besides…I can’t do anything any more.”