The Revolution Factory

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX


...one week ago...


"One...two...three..." Jason and Dr. Randolph watched Jack standing in the middle of the empty cornfield, trying to rotate through his abilities on command.

"One...two...three!" Jack throws his palms down and feels the quick rush of excitement come over him. The energy is directed to his hands as it blasts the floor and propels him into the air.

"Keep Going!" Dr. Randolph yells out. Together, him and Jason chase Jack's course like they're flying a kite.

They can hear Jack's screams as he continuously plummets to the ground and narrowly escapes his crash by blasting another pulse-wave out of his hands. Randolph and Jason get back to the
car and continue down the rural Texas route. "How far do you think he'll get this time?" Jason sarcastically asked.

"We're almost at a mile, this might be his farthest journey yet." Dr. Randolph steered the car and looked out the side-window over the fields. Jack was still leaping wildly through the air. He finally lost control long enough to spin down towards the road. His collision course led him directly into the hood of their car as Randolph slammed on the breaks and pulled over.

Jack rolled off the car and onto the road as Randolph and Jason gathered around him.

"Are you okay?" Jason laughed.

Jack was out of breath and trying to say something.

"This drains you of energy." The kind doctor added.

"...you're....tellin'....me...."

"I don't think you can fly, Jack."

"Thanks...Doc..."

They all got back in the car. Jason sat in front with Dr. Randolph driving as Jack laid down in back. "Maybe we can get you," Dr. Randolph went on, talking through the rear-view mirror, "I don't know, some sort of deploy-able hang-glider or reusable parachute."

"Yeah, like Batman's cape!" Jason added.

Jack, with his head back, and his arm over his forehead, responded, "I already have a cape."

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"One...two...three" Jason and Dr. Randolph stood before Jack once again testing his powers, this time with his DarkFlood cape on.

The bursts come out of his palms and Jack was twenty feet in the air. As his momentum shifted and he began to fall, the cape restructured and became rigid around the edges. Just like a hang-glider he was able to calmly glide through the air. After that Jack used his teleportation to keep him high enough to continue gliding. Now he could fly for miles on end.

Jason crawled through the car to the back window and watched Jack in the sky. "He needs a symbol." The kid mumbled to himself.