Omega(67)
“Sienna Nealon,” Madigan said, her voice a sort of droll whisper.
“Shocked to see me?” I asked, drawing to my feet. I cringed. “That...was not the witticism I was looking for.” A pun. I blame the electricity.
“Not really,” Madigan said, her blunt face curving in a slight smile, a British accent barely there. “Perhaps surprised it took you so long to come calling, but not startled to see you here. Not after Bjorn. Not after Fries.”
“Yeah, we just keep taking your pieces off the board,” I said, circling around to place my back to the elevator door to my right. It was metal, and I had a grand plan to use it as a backstop to catch her next bolt of lightning while I tested my reflexes to see if I could dodge her attacks. The potted fern next to me was going to be my accomplice, whether it wanted to be or not. I could see Eve out of the corner of my eyes, leaning against a wall, breathing heavily, staring at Madigan with glaring eyes but not making any aggressive moves—yet. With Eve, that was sure not to last.
“But a queen has yet to fall,” Madigan said with that same eerie half-smile. “And we all know that the game doesn’t end until you’ve trapped the king. So whose pieces are moving faster toward the checkmate? Because everything else is irrelevant. Take all our pawns that you want, because so long as we make the last move, the one you don’t see and can’t defend against, we still win.”
“Aww, that’s so sad.” I backed against the elevator, felt the steel against my hand to make sure I was positioned right. “You’re just a pawn? Give yourself more credit. Maybe you’re a knight. Or, like, part of a knight. Maybe the horse’s ass.”
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” She smiled again. “Because you beat Wolfe. Because you bested Henderschott, and circumvented our spy.”
“I also decapitated your vampires, outmaneuvered James Fries and put a bunch of hurt onto your boy Bjorn,” I said. “Small victories, but I’ll take ‘em. What about you? What’ve you got, Eleanor? And please don’t say abs.”
Her face twisted in confusion and without warning she sent a bolt at Eve, who dodged behind the archway to hide behind Bastian, who I could see from where I was standing. “You needn’t ask what I’ve got. I’m a hand of Omega, the oldest and most powerful force in the world. I carry out the will of those who were named gods to the men of old, those who run the world, who wield strength the average man can’t comprehend, that every other meta would die to possess. I am one of the chosen, a brandisher of thunder and lightning, and the servant of the—”
I slipped a foot behind the potted plant while she was talking, and sent it at her face with a kick. I heard the crack of thunder, saw the lightning hit the clay and refract as I charged behind it. It shattered inches from her face as her fist intercepted it and I adjusted to keep from colliding with the punch she had intended for the pot. I felt a burst of wind propel me forward, my brother giving me a helpful shove that accelerated me through the clods of dirt, blowing the plant out of my way and allowing me to deliver a punch to Eleanor Madigan’s lip. I watched it split with impact, and I followed it with another as I caught my footing, hammering her with a blow that cocked her head to the side.
I heard movement behind me—Eve and Bastian. I dodged to the side as I heard the crackle of electricity shoot through the air I had been occupying only a second earlier. Eve’s net didn’t miss this time, hitting Madigan in the chest and making a latticework of light from the middle of her thighs to the top of her neck. One hand was caught facing the ground, the other sideways, and I saw the glow as she summoned electricity to her. I stepped forward and cracked her twice on the jaw, watching her eyes roll back, knocking her out cold.