Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 17:36:53 -0700
From: R B <castoryteller@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Secret Identity Chapter 13

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My Secret Identity
Chapter 13

"I'm telling you, let me go now and there won't be any trouble," Spencer
sniffled.

He was scared to death.  He lie face down in the back of a panel truck
while a burley thug bound his wrists and ankles with a length of rope.  His
new found powers were useless to him.  His heart was racing and he was
untrained.  He couldn't concentrate enough to control his telekinesis.  The
best he'd been able to do was smash the sugar bowl against the wall, even
when they'd hit his mom.  The only hope he had now was Bobby.  He knew
Bobby would save him, somehow.

"Shut up kid, we've got another stop to make," said the gang member behind
the wheel.

"You don't know who you're messing with.  When my...friend finds out about
this you guys are toast. I, mmm, mmmmm,"Spencer muttered as a gag was tied
around his mouth.

"Oh we got something for your little friend," the driver snickered.

Spencer looked to his right and fought against his bonds when he read the
inscription on the crate next to him, "FIM-92 Stinger, Infrared Homing
Surface to Air Missile System."



Robbie Matthews rampage at Seatac Airport and the attack on Spencer were a
coordinated effort by Idrid Crow's minions.  Crow wanted Robin Fixx dead
but killing the boy wasn't enough.  There were others who would take his
place unless Crow somehow convinced them otherwise.  Crow's plan was to
humble the boy, strike down those he loved most and end him before the eyes
of the world.  That should make the other repatriates think twice before
taking the Boy Wonder's place.

Crow knew everything he needed to know in order to destroy Robin Fixx.
He'd been inside the boys mind.  He knew all of his hopes and fears.  He
knew where to find Spencer McCoy, Miranda and Patrick Fixx.  He had his own
repatriates, men so dead inside they cared nothing about murdering a boy
and his family.  It was shaping up to be a very bad day for the Boy Wonder.



Bobby took careful note of every detail Mrs. McCoy could give him about the
men who had taken Spencer and the vehicle they'd left in.  They sounded
like Seattle gang members.  Bobby wasn't sure what they were doing in
Tacoma or why they'd targeted his boyfriend.  The only thing he knew was
they would regret that decision when he was finished with them.

Once he had every detail he could get, he disappeared into the hall
bathroom with his backpack and changed into his uniform.

"Danny thought it was you," said Mrs. McCoy when Bobby returned from the
bathroom.  "That night the building collapsed on him, he was sure you saved
him.  I told him that was crazy but..."

"I'm going after Spencer," said Bobby, he didn't have time to explain just
then.

Mrs. McCoy nodded her head and put her arms gently around his neck.

"God be with you Bobby," she kissed his cheek.

"It's going to be ok," Bobby assured her, then ran out the door and into
the sky.

He was looking for a white panel van like you might rent from a moving
company.  From the skid marks they left behind he could tell they'd gone
north when they peeled out of Spencer's driveway so Bobby flew in that
direction hoping he'd find a traffic disturbance caused by erratic driving.
He had the police scanner with him as well in the hope that the van might
attract the attention of law enforcement.  He didn't understand why Spencer
hadn't contacted him telepathically and flying in the general direction the
perpetrators had taken was his best option at the moment.



Spencer felt the moving van stop and then he heard a woman's scream.  He
tried to roll over and get a look at what was happening but one of the gang
members kicked him in the ribs.  He collapsed on the floorboards and fought
to catch his breath when the woman was thrown on the floor next to him.
She fought her kidnappers until one of them punched her rendering her
unconscious.  Spencer didn't get a good look at her face until they laid
her beside him and tied her up.  It was Bobby's mom.

In that instant Spencer realized a trap was being set.  He didn't know who
these assholes were or how they'd figured out Bobby's secret identity but
they had the Boy Wonder's mom, they had his boyfriend.  They wanted Bobby
to find them and when he did...they had a surface to air missile.  Tears
began streaming from Spencer's eyes.  These bastards were going to kill
Bobby unless someone warned him.  Spencer knew he was the only one who
could help Bobby now.  He willed himself to calm down, forced himself to
concentrate.

"Bobby, can you hear me?"



The proceedings were being conducted on the 20th floor of the King County
Criminal Justice Center in downtown Seattle.  There were holding cells in
the basement for the plaintiff's in the criminal cases.  Deputies would
bring them from the county jail via an underground tunnel to prepare for
their court sessions.  The lower floors of the building housed offices for
the district attorney and the public defender while the upper floors were
reserved for the courts.  King County Deputy District Attorney Patrick Fixx
sat at a table with his assistant counsel and went over the police
department's report on the incident at Seatac Airport while they waited for
the accused to be brought in.

It was only a simple arraignment.  The first of many court appearances in
what Patrick assumed would be a year-long trial.  Cases like this were
never easy.  There would be testimony from eye witnesses, the police,
bystanders, medical personnel, expert witnesses for both the state and the
defense, it would be a circus.  All Patrick had to do that day was read the
charges, the judge would ask the alleged shooter, Robbie Matthews, to enter
a plea and further court dates would be set.  Patrick was anxious to get
the arraignment out of the way.  He wanted to talk to every witness he
could while their memories were still fresh but more importantly he wanted
to show the families of the victims that he was working hard to secure
justice for their loved ones.

He'd taken this case for three reasons, he was a good lawyer and his boss,
the District Attorney, trusted him to get a conviction, he wanted to
impress his son and show him the good work he did, that his career wasn't
one big lawyer joke, but mostly he took the case because he believed in
justice.  The victims of this crime had their lives violently taken from
them and it was his job to see to it the perpetrator paid the price for
what he'd done even if it meant the state must take his life.

Patrick looked up when the sheriff's deputies brought in the accused and
seated him next to his attorney.  There was something disturbing about
Matthews appearance.  The expression on his face said nothing about the
fact he'd murdered 20 innocents.  He looked about as calm and unconcerned
as a man enjoying a day at the beach.  Patrick expected the public defender
to go for an insanity defense and he had to admit, Matthews fit the bill

"All rise for his Honor, Judge Chamberlin Heller," announced the bailiff.

Patrick shook off his thoughts and rose with the rest of the court.

"Be seated," said Judge Heller.  "Mr. Fixx, you may proceed."

"Your honor, in the matter of People of Washington versus Matthews, the
charges are as follows.  Twenty counts of murder in the first degree,
terrorist activities, terrorist threats..." Patrick began.  He stopped
short when the water glass on his table began to shake.

It wasn't just the water glass, the entire room was shaking.  Seattle isn't
known for earthquakes but it does lie on the Pacific Rim where such things
do happen.  No one panicked until the holster flap on a deputy's belt
snapped open and his weapon flew into the waiting hands of a smiling Robbie
Matthews.

The other sworn officers in the room drew their weapons but they were
pulled from their hands as if by magic when they pointed them at Matthews.

"Mr. Matthews, if you know what's good for you, you'll put that pistol on
the table and step back," said Judge Heller from the bench.

Matthews laughed maniacally as a large window shattered and two men dressed
like gang members flew through the opening.

"Son of a bitch," Patrick Fixx muttered, dumbfounded.

"What is in the hell..." Judge Heller began.

The two men calmly approached the bench and seized the judge in
mid-sentence.  They escorted him to the edge of the window they'd entered
from and before the eyes of the crowded courtroom threw the judge from the
ledge.

People screamed and ran for the doors but Matthews slammed them shut with
his powers.  Only one deputy, who had been rushing to the scene to help his
fellow officers, escaped when a door slammed in his face.

"I thought you'd never get here," Matthews giggled at his compatriots.



Bobby was beginning to panic.  He'd been circling the area for fifteen
minutes and still hadn't spotted the van.  He listened intently to the
chatter on the police scanner.  Mrs. McCoy called 9-1-1 the second he left
her and judging from the things he was hearing, the police weren't having
any luck either.  He was considering another tactic when the frightened
voice of a sheriff's deputy broke through the radio traffic.

"Dispatch, this is Adams, over at the courthouse.  I need backup.  Judge
Heller's dead.  They threw him out the fucking window!"

"Unidentified transmitter, please state your name and emergency."

"Adams, Ryan D. King County Sheriff's Department," he replied, trying to
keep his emotions in check.  "We escorted Robbie Matthews into court for
his arraignment.  Two suspects flew into the freaking room.  Judge Heller's
dead, they threw him out the window.  They've got hostages.  Send SWAT,
send everything that will move!"

"Roger, standby."



"FUCK!" Bobby swore.  This was exactly what he was afraid off.  The police
didn't know what Matthews was capable off and now his dad was in danger.
His instinct was to fly straight downtown but he couldn't just leave
Spencer to the men who'd taken him.  It was the most difficult struggle of
his life.  He felt like he was going to be ripped in two by the choice he
had to make when he heard a faint voice in the back of his head.

"Bobby, can you hear me?"

"SPENCE!  I can hear you! Where are you?"

"I'm in the back of a moving van.  We're heading north on I-5," said
Spencer, he'd managed to catch a glimpse of a highway sign as they speed
towards Seattle.

"Are you ok?  Are you hurt?"

"I'm ok."

"Spence, that Matthews fucker, he has my dad and a bunch of people trapped
in a courtroom downtown.  Two men flew in and killed the judge.  It's got
to be more of Crowe's repatriates.  I don't know what to do!" Bobby's voice
trembled.

"Bobby, I'm not alone here.  They've got your mom."

The feeling of despair that shot through his body was overwhelming.
Everyone he loved was in danger!  His mother, his father, his boyfriend,
everyone he loved was in peril and he couldn't help them all at once.  He'd
been trained to fight with a team.  He needed Jenna, Jeremy and Jason but
he didn't know where they were, how he could summon them or if they'd even
been returned to the present time yet.  He screamed as hard as he could and
it helped clear his mind.

He was closest to his mother and Spencer.  As much as it pained him, his
father would have to wait.

"Spence, tell me everything you can see, I'm coming for you."

"Ok but Bobby, you've got to be careful.  They've got some kind of surface
to air missile.  I think they're going to try and shoot you down!"

"Let them try," Bobby replied with ice in his veins.  They had his mom and
his lover.  They wanted to kill him.  There were going to be a few more
assholes in hell by the end of the day if Bobby had anything to say about
it.



One-hundred and eighty miles away in Gresham, a suburb of Portland, Jenna
Clinton stood in her kitchen pouring milk into cereal.  A small TV sat on
the counter and as she sat down for breakfast the regular program was
interrupted for an emergency news break.

Reporters from every major news outlet in America had descended on Seattle
to cover the Robbie Matthews story for what was sure to be the next trial
of the century.  Jenna watched as some blond bimbo explained the events
that had taken place as she stood in front of an ambulance while paramedics
realized there was nothing they could do for the late Judge Heller.

Her head snapped up when the reporter announced two men had flown into the
courtroom and murdered the judge.  Like Bobby, Jenna's powers had begun to
manifest themselves and word that two men had used superpowers to murder a
judge in Seattle seemed to open her memory to everything that was still
blocked.

"Seattle.  Bobby.  Bobby lives in the Seattle area.  Bobby is the Warden of
Seattle.  Bobby needs help!"

They hadn't started out as friends but by the time the Watchers had
returned the Wardens of the West to their homes, Jenna had begun to think
of herself as momma bear and the boys on her team as her cubs.  Like Bobby
she'd been having dreams about her teammates and knowing that one of them
faced danger helped her to see everything clearly.  Maybe that's how the
Watchers had intended things to be?  Maybe they gave the Wardens time to
get used to their powers in the present time knowing that an emergency
situation would clear the remaining fog?  Whatever was going on one thing
was clear, Bobby was in danger and she needed to find Jason and Jeremy,
NOW.

Jenna ran from the house and burst into the morning sky.  She wasn't quite
as fast as the boys but she hoped she'd be able to gather the team in time.

"First stop, Spokane," the Warden of Portland muttered to herself.



With Spencer's help Bobby managed to find the moving van speeding north
along Interstate 5.  The good news was they were heading towards downtown
Seattle.  They were getting closer to his dad and with luck he'd make it in
time to save him after he rescued Spencer and his mom.  The bad news was
there were 6 men armed with a surface to air missile standing between him
and his loved ones.  He flew over the van and touched down on the roof less
gently then he'd intended.

"Did you hear that?" asked the gang member in the passenger seat.

"Yeah man, like something hit the roof," said the driver.

"That kid can fly man."

"Better check it out," the driver ordered.

"Bobby, they know you're here.  The guy in the passenger seat, he's going
to stick his head up and look for you," said Spencer.

Bobby took the information in and as the man's head popped up, he grabbed a
handful of his hair and yanked him out of his seat.  Bobby dropped down on
his knees and slammed the gang banger's head against the roof of the van
then threw him into the trees they were speeding past.  Next he reached
into the driver's side and tried to pull him from behind the wheel.

"He's here!  Get him off me!" the driver shouted as he swerved in traffic
while dodging Bobby's grasp.

One of the gang members moved to the crate and began to unload the missile.
A second thug pulled a Tech-9 from his belt and fired into the roof over
the driver's head.  Bobby was so used to bullets now, thanks to Robbie
Matthews, that the sensation of them hitting his tummy tickled.

"Get him off me!" the driver shouted again.

Spencer heard the back doors of the van open and then someone seized
Miranda and dragged her to her feet.

"Bobby, they've got your mom.  I can't see what they're doing but the back
of the van is open!"

Bobby gave up on the driver and flew to the rear of the van.  Two armed
gang members fired machine guns at him, a third held his mother and a
fourth was aiming what Bobby assumed as the missile.  He quickly disarmed
the gunmen by melting their weapons with his heat vision but just as he
closed in and reached for them, he heard a high pitched beeping.  The
missile was locked on him.  The moment his head snapped up the weapon
fired.

The missile caught him in the stomach and rocketed him away from the van.
Fortunately for Bobby the weapon was designed to blast targets from the
sky, not intercept them within 5 feet.  It hadn't armed itself when it
struck him, all he had to do was roll over and the missile left him
harmlessly behind.

The gang members in the van were patting themselves on the back for a job
well done when Bobby returned.  He grabbed two of them from behind and
angrily threw them out of the back door into traffic.  He advanced on the
man who held his mother when the guy with the missile tube hit him over the
head with the empty weapon.  Despite his super strength he was taken by
surprise and the impact was enough to knock him down on all fours.

"Hey asshole, fetch!" yelled the other gang member as he threw Bobby's mom
out of the back door.

"NO!" Bobby screamed as he scrambled to his feet, sure his mother was lost.

Before Miranda could hit the pavement or be run down by a car, something
caught her.  Something held her in mid-air and kept pace with the speeding
van.  Bobby and the gang members stared with slack jaws until Bobby turned
and found Spencer on his back, eyes screwed shut, using all of his
concentration to hold Miranda in place with his telekinesis.

Bobby smiled then grabbed the dumbfounded gang members and smashed their
heads together until they lost consciousness.  He knelt down and kissed
Spencer on the forehead as he began to untie him.

"Don't distract me," said Spencer.  "If I break my concentration I'll lose
her."

There was still the driver to deal with.  Bobby focused on the floor and
used his heat vision to burn a hole open.  He took aim at the van's axel
and blew it in half.  He grabbed Spencer and flew from the van, grabbing
his mother along the way, as the van flipped end over end coming to rest in
a ditch.

When he landed on the side of the interstate Bobby quickly untied his
mother and Spencer and pulled them to him.  He hugged them so tightly he
nearly snapped them in half.

"Oh my God, oh my God," Miranda repeated over and over.

"It's ok mom, everything's ok."

"Robin?"

"Yeah, it's me," he smiled and took off his mask.

The look on his mother's face before she passed out was priceless.  Bobby
turned his attention back to Spencer.

"I have to help my dad, take care of mom for me," said Bobby.  He kissed
Spencer and flew into the sky before his boyfriend could object.

"Wait, you need my help!" Spencer shouted after him.