The Legion of Nothing Off Campus: Part 5

That brought back mories--at least one mory anyway.

Two years ago, back when we'd begun to get the first inklings that sothing was wrong with the city's mayor, and that he might be part of sothing bigger, I'd flown to Chicago and checked out the house of soone we thought might be his associate.

Dark Cloak had been waiting for outside, bitterly unhappy with how he'd been treated by the FBI, and warning that they'd use and discard .

The way I understood it, that perspective required so seriously selective mory. His girlfriend had been killed by the mob, and he'd gone on so kind of rampage, killing off mobsters until the FBI caught up with him and made it clear that he had to stop.

He stopped. They didn't prosecute, and he'd gone into therapy with my dad--which is less coincidental than it sounds. Dad's semi-famous for his work with troubled adolescents, and Grand Lake is about two hours north.

I'd wanted to ask him about that when I t him, but I'd been worried about exposing my identity to him.

Apparently, he knew it now.

"Wow," I shook my head, absorbing the information. "You seem happier than the last ti I ran into you."

He grinned, and for the first ti I looked at him. He had full lips, a strong jaw, and grey eyes. I could imagine won finding him attractive. He wore a erald green, button down shirt made of a shiny material that made think he was comfortable with attention.

Granted, that might be a little much to learn from a shirt.

"I was in a bad place," he said. "Everything had gone wrong, and I had to figure out what to do with myself. I'm sure I ca off as a bitter has-been with delusions of grandeur. Sorry about that."

I put a few appetizers from the buffet onto my plate. "I wouldn't have put it that strongly. Honestly, I barely thought about it afterward."

I checked around . None of the staff appeared to be in hearing distance. "You are in Stapledon, right?"

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He grinned again. "I was supposed to be in the class before yours, but I spent a couple years dealing with my issues." He air quoted the last word with his fingers.

He put his hands in his pockets. "It wasn't bad being a normal guy with no special responsibilities, but now I'm back. I'm in your girlfriend's class."

"It's a big class," I said.

"No doubt," he pulled a hand out of his pocket and picked up his plate of food. "Hey, I just saw soone I wanted to say hi to. I'm sure I'll talk to you more tonight."

He stepped away from the table. "Oh, and if the Stapledon block lets you, tell your dad thanks. He was a great therapist. I was a lousy client."

"Sure," I said.

He started walking toward the group of Stapledon students talking near the door--Gifford, Hunter, and Haley had been joined by two more people--Keith and a girl I guessed had to be Zoey.

Keith didn't look much different than I rembered him from high school--a tall, skinny guy with light brown hair. His fashion sense hadn't changed either. He wore a brown t-shirt with the logo of the United Heroes Society--New York City's longest surviving superhero team.

Zoey stood next to Keith, clutching his hand. Her skin was so light I wondered if she'd ever been in the sun. Her hair was just as light. In fact, it was almost transparent. As I looked at her I realized that her skin glowed softly--so softly I almost didn't notice.

I caught it only because the tal ring hanging from her lip reflected more light than it should.

Hadn't Courtney said sothing about Zoey going through the power impregnator? Either she was ignoring Lim's request to avoid using powers or hers ca without an off switch.

Going from no powers to being permanently changed had to be a challenge.

I began to walk toward the group myself when Keith disentangled his hand from Zoey's and walked straight for .

"Nick, I can't believe you didn't tell you were the--" Instead of "Rocket," his voice dissolved into a series of gurgles. Clearing his throat, he looked around the room before continuing in a softer voice.

"You're the Rocket. Why didn't you tell once you knew I had powers?"

Of all the things that I thought he might want to say if he ever discovered I was the Rocket that was not on my list.

I don't know what expression my face wore, but I said, "Well, right after I learned what you could do, you were in the hospital, and after that things got crazy busy. You rember how the mayor was part of the Cabal? Well, what was left of the group were trying to kill us for months after that, and by the ti they were gone school was over. We were barely in touch after that."

Keith frowned. "I would have stayed in touch if you'd told . I could have helped you guys. I'm tough, fast, and strong."

"Yeah," I said, trying to think how to get the conversation onto any other track. "You've got to rember though, that all I saw happen then was you taking power juice, and then breaking your arm. I didn't want to put you into more danger. You wouldn't have been ready for it."

He kept the volu down, but his voice beca more intense as he talked. "Was it the power juice?"