The Post-Humans (Book 1): The League by Bassett Thurston

Author:Bassett, Thurston [Bassett, Thurston]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science Fiction | Superheroes
Publisher: Kalamity Press
Published: 2015-08-19T04:00:00+00:00

Cynthia moaned as she came back to consciousness.

Then she felt the grating sting.

She was being dragged across the concrete of the underground car park to the back of one of the black vans.

Heavy men’s hands gripped her under the arms, their gloved fingers pressing roughly into soft skin.

Cynthia hissed as she became aware of her aching knees grazing the concrete and the dull throb from a blow to the back of the head.

Her stomach turned for a moment and her vision swam.

“I bet ya going out of your damn mind thinkin, how did the bastards find me?” The arrogant bald man gestured theatrically. “Well, Miss Abell, I’m gonna show ya, because I’m a nice guy and I’m pretty damn proud of it myself.”

The bald man pulled the door open on the back of the van, revealing a big glass box containing a girl. Beside her was a series of computer monitors bolted to the wall of the van.

Cynthia was confused, and it took a second for her blurring vision to focus properly on the scene before her.

The leads and cables from the monitors were threaded through plugged holes on the side of the glass box, then into the skin of the girl inside. They were into her half shaved head, into her arms and legs and spine, and she hung inside the box from restraints that didn’t let her move, except her head which rolled around in a drug addled stupor.

Cynthia tried to free herself from the gloved hands that gripped her tightly.

She felt the need to help the poor girl, but she was in no position to do anything. She couldn’t even help herself.

“Ya see, Miss Abell, she’s great in’t she?” The American man pointed. “It’s our prototype ya see?”

Cynthia looked blankly at the man and back at the poor Asian girl in the box.

“You can’t work out all that gibberish on them there screens?”

Cynthia shook her head, not really wanting to know.

“Oh, man, are you in for a treat. Let me explain. This is how we can track down any o’ your folk anywhere, anytime.” He held out his arms as if he were accepting applause. “You see? She’s like you, ya see? ‘cept her special thing is that she can feel your kind when y’all are close.” The bald man laughed. “And when I say close,” He slapped the side of the van appreciatively, “this little baby found you from two blocks away. She’s a little gold detector, Miss Abell, and she’s gonna make me a very rich man.”

“What do you want with me?” she demanded, feeling the pressure of a growing headache, probably from the hit to the head.

“Well you are just another piece in the puzzle aren’t you?” He crossed his arms.

“What puzzle? Who are you?”

“Name’s Evan Boothe, Miss Abell, and the puzzle, is that gang I hear so much about. The League, my bosses say. Had gangs like it back in the States. They think they are gonna solve the world’s problems. It never works out like in the comic books.

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