Sparks Page #3

Ian.

Focus.

Cogswell Road and Ramona.

Midnight.

Put this on.

Leave now.

Mommy has something she

wants to tell you.

Scenery hasn't changed much, has it?

Been a lot of plans for this land.

We were gonna build a tract of

homes all the way up to here.

Didn't work out though.

Nothing ever does.

Want to know why?

The soil is tainted.

It regenerates too fast.

It's almost as if the land wants us to

remember what happened, right here.

What do you know about it?

I was the one who pulled

you from that car, Ian.

That's twice I've saved your life.

After your first run-in with Matanza,

your grandmother asked

me to watch out for you.

How come I've never seen you before?

It wasn't important for you to see me.

I was watching you.

By the time you were 15 you were

handling yourself pretty well.

So for the last few years, I've been

traveling back and forth from India.

And whenever I was back in town I'd

check in with your grandmother.

My condolences, by the way.

She loved you very much.

What did you shoot me up

with at the hospital?

Rare herb I brought back from India.

Its effects work instantaneously.

How come I didn't die?

Beginner's luck.

Tell me the truth.

Do I have powers?

No.

Very few people have any real ability.

You've heard of the Rochester 13?

Yeah.

Most of them died soon

after their exposure.

The ones that survived kept

their abilities secret.

Those that had children passed

on their powers, genetically.

So the only power I have is to black out.

Well we can work on that.

So we did work on it,

night and day.

What are we doing here?

Paying our respects.

What do you think?

Thank you.

Now Ian,

I want you to meet some friends of mine.

Oh, it's you.

I was getting worried.

Sparks was up here with a cockamamie

story about being murdered.

Wait...

How did you get up here?

You cut the power!

Hang in there, Mac.

I might get murdered a few times

before I get to finish my story.

I met all types who had the moxie

to call themselves Supers.

Hell.

Everyone wanted to be a hero.

You get yourself a cape and

a mask and a little bit of skill,

you could pass yourself off as one.

But this was the first time

I met people with real powers.

You remember the Rochester 13?

This rather large beast is Cain.

This lovely creature is Dawn.

They both have real powers.

What kind of powers do you have?

What kind of powers do you have?

Wow, you must keep a lot of

tombstone makers in business.

So how come I've never seen people

with real powers before?

The few of us with powers

don't want to be Supers.

Because Supers usually means freaks.

And if we keep our powers secret,

we can go where the real action is.

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