4 ~ Heroic Expectations

Posted: July 26, 2015 in Entropis

Some superhero she was. Her first call to adventure and she wasn’t flying through the air, or driving dramatically through the streets. She couldn’t do the anti-gravity thing Kia could. The text from Kia had appeared mid-afternoon, and she’d rushed out to boldly take on the new Schism that was threatening the city! And now she was on a bus.

How embarrassing could it get? There’s some tear in reality destroying the world, and she’d stood there for fifteen minutes waiting for the bus to arrive, and it was going to take another half hour just to get there. So much for The Silver Beam of Luna Light. How could she possibly use her powers to travel? Sure, she could change one thing into another, but that wasn’t going to help her fly or run super-fast or whatever, was it? Maybe she could change water into petrol, but she didn’t even have a driving license, and with London traffic she wouldn’t even get anywhere. She could see it now. ‘Sorry Kia, I couldn’t help you save the world, the traffic on the north circular was awful…’

Still, with three line changes on the Tube and no transport of her own, the bus was her fastest option for now. Maybe she’d talk to Kia when she saw her about ideas of how to get around. She must’ve known another girl with Metasis powers, surely? How had they done it?
The bus juddered into its stop, the doors opening with a hiss to let people on and off. The ticket machine beeped a greeting to each customer. Everyone stared at their own little patch of nothingness and on they went, the bus wheezing its way through the streets of London. As they travelled, she felt it. That little tug she’d felt just before the Schism at Jake’s place had erupted into being. But this wasn’t a pulse, this wasn’t the gradual increase she’d felt before as it slowly formed. This was constant. The strength increase she could feel as she travelled wasn’t from it getting stronger, but from her getting closer. She could feel the power. An otherworldly wrongness drawing her towards it. Was the Schism calling to her? Could it feel her like she could feel it?

The bus felt horrendously slow, creeping through the streets like an old dog, stopping to pant in bus stops before plodding on, ignored by the rest of the world. She took the time to practice some more, focussing on the pendant she’d found in the boxes of her stuff that had been in her old room. Three rings, interlinked together on a chain, one silver, one gold, one bronze. She’d liked the symbolism at the time, seeming to mirror the triangular, yet interlinked cycle Kia had described, but since leaving she’d found a better use for it.

Holding it in her hand, she focussed on changing the material of each ring separately, without contaminating the other rings. She could feel it in her hand, and nobody else could see, but only when she was really sure she’d transformed the ring did she open her hand to check. Now she’d slept, and was calmer, it was definitely easier. She’d only messed up twice, and she’d been able to change the ring back each time. Maybe one day she’d be able to change all three simultaneously. At least the bus ride would feel less like a waste of time.


She arrived at the nearest bus stop and ran towards the address Kia had given her. As she turned onto the right street she staggered to a stop, staring at the building up ahead. It was mostly whole, unlike how Jake’s block of flats had been, but while the building hadn’t broken apart huge cracks had been hacked through it. Through the cracks came thick bushes and climbing plants, moss spread across the brickwork like a skin disease, and the windows were cracked and faded. How could people not see this? How could they walk by it without realising what had happened?

Her phone trilled in her pocket, with Kia on the other end.

“Don’t go in yet. I can see you, come down the alley next to the news agents, go up their fire escape. I’m on the roof.”

The phone booped dead.

Why the rooftop? Did Kia have a thing for them, or did they genuinely provide some useful quality she didn’t know about? Nobody else could see that they were anything other than normal people, so there was no need to hide. She crept around the back, pulling herself up the ladder and onto the flat, modern rooftop. Between ventilation boxes and the skeletal fingers of aerials she spotted her, the almost glowing purple dress just as beautiful in the sunlight.

“Hey, look, I’m really sorry, I got here as fast as I could but I can’t do the gravity thing or anything, and I had to get the bus and it was really slow and took forever, and traffic and, well, I’m here now. I’m not too late, am I?”

Kia shook her head, ignoring her babbling,

“No. Actually you’re a little early.”

“Early? But it’s right there!” The roof joined with the cracked, Schisming building next to them, the thick clusters of climbing vines probing along the ground where they joined, “Shouldn’t we go in and shut it down?”

“Not yet.”

Kia was sitting on the edge of the roof, watching the streets below. She must have seen her arrive by bus, moments before, but she was just sitting there as if unconcerned. Her only real greeting had been a glance over her shoulder.

“What if we take too long? What if it collapses? Aren’t…” she almost couldn’t bring herself to criticise the elder girl, “Aren’t we wasting time?”

“No, don’t worry, we’ve got hours yet.”

“Hours?” She frowned, “We were barely in the last one for one hour, and you were saying how it was gonna collapse any moment!”

Kia sighed, stretched, and turned to face her properly,

“Trust me, it’s fine. Time works differently in there to out here. Some Schisms last for days before they collapse, even if it seems like a couple of hours on the inside.”

“What? … No, that… that doesn’t make sense…” Why was there always more? Why was nothing ever simple? “When we came out it was like, one in the morning! If hours had passed, it wouldn’t still be night!”

“We’d been in there just under an hour. When we met, it was two o’clock. We were in there just under twenty four hours, reality-time.”

“That’s not… that can’t be possible…”

“You’re still saying that?” Kia glanced back down at the street, then at her phone, “With everything that happens inside a Schism, with all the insanity you witnessed last night, you really think time is gonna remain the same?” She looked back down at the street, “Time is a part of reality. When reality goes wrong, so does time. You’d be better off just assuming time doesn’t apply, and checking the time and date when you get back.”

She gripped the ventilation unit next to her, letting it support her. She felt tired, all of a sudden. Was there more she didn’t know? Would Kia have even told her this if she hadn’t wanted to go in early, or had she just not told her before to save her the shock?

“It’s almost time, don’t worry. Let’s give it a minute or two longer.” Kia stood up on the edge of the roof, the two floor drop below ignored. “Now that you know, it’ll give you time to tell your family you’ll be away.”

She hadn’t thought of that. Really, the only people it affected were her family, who’d wonder where she’d been the last day or so. But what would she tell them? She bashed out a message to her mum, hoping her excuse would dodge most of the hardest questions.
‘Decided to visit a friend for a bit, will be back in a day or so.’
Kia glanced down at her phone again. She was clearly waiting for something. She was about to ask what, when Kia cut her off,

“Looks like this one’ll be mine.”

“Yours? What do you mean?”

“My element, Entropis. The building’s all crumbled and overgrown. Accelerated decay. Over the next day or so this will gradually spread and the places affected will collapse in on themselves, at which point it’ll all be gone from reality and everyone’ll think it’s always been that way.”

“Always? But what about everything that happened in it?” She stared at the decaying building, “People’s memories of it?”

Kia’s face went dark, inscrutable. She turned away in silence for a moment, looking out over the rooftops and down the street.

“You’d be amazed what people forget.” She stepped towards the cracked wall across from them, “There’s no memories of something that never existed. But we don’t get the luxury of neat little rewrites. We’re outside reality’s filing system, so we get to remember.” She paused at the wall and dissolved one of the cracked pieces of brick with her hand, creating an entrance, “Our little curse.” She said, her tone acidic, “So let’s get started on making sure everyone else can remember it too, shall we?”

She felt lighter, that was her first impression. The air tasted strange and plants that had seemed to infest the building on the outside had vanished within. The crack Kia had made had deposited them out of a ventilation shaft, which crashed to the ground behind them, the metal corroded with rust.

“You smell that?” Kia asked, “That’s the smell of dying. The bricks, metal, wood, even the air, it’s all going bad.”

“It doesn’t seem nearly as extreme as the last one.”

Kia snorted. The room seemed to be some kind of office, the desk in the middle of it sagged as books on shelves moulded more with each second. The weight of the computer was finally too much, and the desk collapsed.

“It’s not as abrupt as that, but trust me, it’s just as strange.”

She turned the handle of the door, pushing against the rotten wood, which mushed even as it opened. The handle fell out as she let go.
Kia walked out, calm and confident, but the feeling of being anything other than a normal girl was driven out of ‘The Silver Beam of Luna Light’ by the noises she could hear. The low moans of utter, unrestrained despair. Howling, screaming, and somewhere, echoing down the hall like an audible strobe light, unhinged laughter. Facing strange paranormal dangers was scary, but these sounded like people, a lot of people. And utterly insane.
She peered around the doorframe,

“What is this place Kia? A mental hospital?”

“It may as well be now.” Kia was glancing through the windows of other offices, “But it was a police station.”

“But all these people, they sound…” A gunshot sounded from somewhere below, and more screaming broke out from somewhere, “What was that!?”

“Damn, I was hoping they wouldn’t have an armed unit here.”

She ran over to Kia, following her down the hall,

“Stop, wait, just… just tell what’s going on! Why is everyone insane?!”

She spotted someone inside the office, the overturned rusting filing cabinets and moulding desk blocked most of them from sight, but still, at the back, a white shirted man rocked back and forth gripping himself. She stared, transfixed. Horrified.

“People don’t stand a chance in here. It’s no different to what you saw in the other Schism, it’s just less… obvious. Everything’s decaying in here, faster and faster, and when it comes to people the first thing to go is always the mind.”

“We… we can’t just leave them…”

“Yes. We can. They’re as good as dead now. Let’s go find the Heart, and if you still want to save them by the time we get it, then you’re welcome to try your best.”

Kia’s dry, emotionless tone sapped the hope from her. She spoke like it was already a foregone conclusion. These people were gone, in their mind here, and from reality soon. What would their families think? What of all the husbands and wives back home waiting for their loved ones after work? Were these the missing people on milk cartons and posters? It seemed too cruel. They’d had no idea what was going on, or that this was going to happen. This was no understandable disaster for either side. No tsunami or terrorist bombing that people could imagine. They’d just vanish.

“Come on, you’ll get used to it. Let’s go.”

Kia’s words didn’t reassure her. Part of her hoped she’d never get used to it. How much did you have to lose to stop empathising with these poor people? Just how much had Kia seen that made all this so easy?
They made their way down the stairs, the howls and screams and maddened chants getting louder as they descended. Another gunshot rang out, followed by three more. Kia had stopped at the sound of them, waiting, listening for more.

“Don’t underestimate guns. We may have elemental powers, but they only respond as fast as we can think, and focus. There’s no magical shield you can throw up or whatever, if you get shot your only option is to heal yourself as fast as you can.” Kia went to the bannister and peered over, checking below before continuing on, “Which there isn’t much chance of, given the shock. So, just don’t get shot.”

“You’re actually serious… we’re in here to stop reality collapsing and there’s insane cops with guns… I’ve never even seen a gun before, why do they have guns?!”

“Certain stations have armed response units in case of emergency. Like riot cops and stuff.” Kia kept close to the bannister as she edged down, watching for any movement, “They’re pretty common in London, I’m surprised you haven’t seen them.”

“I never expected to be fighting them!”

“Nah this ain’t even close. There’ll be one nutter who could access them who’s decided to go get one. We’d not last five seconds against a proper trained team.”

“You’re really bad at this reassurance thing…”

She followed Kia, and as they left the stairwell they looked out into the main lobby. They could hear muttering and screams coming from inside, but desks and pillars blocked their view. One of the large glass windows for an office had shattered, and bullet holes appeared sporadically up one wall. Hairline cracks laced the walls and ceiling, with occasional tiny showers of plaster sprinkling down from above. Kia gestured, then ran in a crouch to behind one of the cubicles. They peered up and over the top, spotting one officer hiding face down and muttering under her desk, and a few feet away from her, another walking slowly down the aisle shouting,

“I’ll find you! I’ll find you!”

More shots rang out, and the walking officer jerked, blood and a gasp spurting from his lips before he collapsed to the ground. Red blossomed across his back, and the policewoman under her desk screamed, burying her face in her arms. They ducked back down behind the cubicle, and Kia somehow still looked calm.

“Right, so the gunman’s here.”

“That’s it!? Some… someone was just shot! Right there, in front of us! And that’s your only response!”

“Shh! Keep it down!” Kia glanced up over the cubicle again, “It looks like he’s gonna be in the corridor over there. Come on, let’s go take a look.”

“And now you want to go closer!

Kia ignored her, creeping around the side over to the edge of the hallway, glancing around the corner. She nodded to herself, then Kia gestured for her to take a look too. There was a man at the far end standing against the wall at the end, looking down both directions of the L-shaped hallway. A rifle was in his hands, and he held onto it like it was all he had left, clutching it to the bulletproof vest. His eyes were wide open, staring manically down one way, then the other, and as his face turned towards her she ducked back around.

“He’s not gonna hang around for long.” Kia whispered, “Chances are he’s gonna come straight down here, and put a hole in anything that moves on the way. He’s probably trying to get out, I’d imagine.”

“So what do we do?”

“We deal with him. We may not be able to withstand bullets, but if we’re smart, we shouldn’t need to. I’m going to go underground, tunnel beneath him, and collapse the floor under him so I can disarm him.”

“While I do what? Sit here and wait for him to shoot me?”

“No, no,” Kia shook her head, “You need to watch how far he gets. Once he gets to…” she glanced around the corner again, “There’s some dried blood up the wall on the left, once he gets level with that, stamp on the ground. I’ll take him down.”

“You’re kidding me!” She swapped places with Kia and glanced around the corner. The gunman had begun to move, slowly moving along the hallway, watching for movement, “He’s coming. He’s coming now!”

“Calm down,” Kia crouched down, placed her hand on the floor and a circle began to erode, “Don’t give yourself away. If you can slow him down then great, but if you don’t keep your voice down he might work out where you are.” The floor gave way beneath Kia and she dropped down into a hole just big enough to contain her. “It’s pretty much solid concrete foundations down here, so it’ll take me a few minutes to get there. Just… just relax, alright, and keep an eye on him.”

She watched Kia dissolve her way through the concrete, wishing she could do a little more than just watch. Why was she here? Kia could deal with this on her own. The pretence that she was helping to break this Schism was so transparent she wished Kia had just told her to wait. It’d take her several minutes to tunnel through under the floor before she’d make it. Were hours really ticking by outside? Was life going on out there in fast motion, or were they in here in slow motion?

Thinking about all that wasn’t going to change anything. Morphing a shard of glass into mirror was easy enough, and using it to spy around the corner made things a lot safer. But the feeling of uselessness was starting to weigh. This Maddy girl she kept mentioning, what had happened to her? Was she dead? Probably. But how? If she’d been as powerful as Kia and Schisms seemed easy to her alone, then why would they ever get into trouble together? There was so much she didn’t know, and the more questions she asked, the less she seemed to understand. Better to focus on what she did know, and make something of it. Was there any way she could help? She watched the policeman twitch his rifle around as he slid his way along the wall, slowly padding closer. If Kia’s friend had been vulnerable then that meant Kia was too. A stray bullet could kill her only hope of learning enough to be able to take on these Schisms alone. Maybe of getting out of here alive. And he was almost there…

The flash of movement in the mirror was all she had. The wall gave way behind the officer, and the shout of surprise from him echoed down the corridor. A purple glow came through the rubble as it fell, and for a moment she thought it was Kia until a dark blue joined it, a pair of girls wrestling with the lone officer. She stared in shock, unable to move, or even process what was happening, before the floor beneath all of them collapsed. They disappeared in a cloud of dust, and she scrambled up off the floor to run after them.

“Aa-agh— get, get back, away!”

“What’s going—”

“Hold him d—”

“Get away!”

“That’s not, stop, that’s me!”

“Where’s the gun!?”

“Stay back! No, stay… st… nngh…”

The dust cleared, revealing four figures sprawled in the remains of what had once been concrete foundations. One was Kia, the officer’s forehead clutched in her hand as she lay on top of him, holding him down. Her dress, and one other, had shone purple through the dust, and the other belonged to a shocked looking blonde girl, her dress adorned with rings of silver drops around her curves, who held the remains of what seemed to be a much melted rifle. But the third girl glowed a deep blue through the sifting dust, the silver trim rigid over her dark skin, an intense look pointing her features. None of them had noticed her as she’d watched from above, and instead the pair kept their eyes on Kia.

“You’re another one!” The blonde girl spoke, pointing as if at a zoo, “You’re like me!”

“Perceptive,” Kia smiled, patting the officer on the head, “Guess we’re not alone in here after all. You’re new.”

“Yeah!” The blonde girl got up and dusted herself off, tossing the rifle away, “We didn’t even know there were others in London, let alone here!” The girl in blue got up too, but stood just behind as her friend talked, “Man, I’m so damn glad! We barely know what we’re doing!”

Kia floated off the ground a little before putting her feet down to stand, suddenly seeming a mixture of friendly and cocky.

“Well, you’d be welcome to join me and, oh,” Kia looked up out of the hole at her, “There she is. This is—”

“You’re green!” The blonde girl interrupted, “Man this is like some kinda movie! Have you got like, forest powers or something? Or, wait, do either of you have special names?”

Kia tilted her head, smirking,


“Yeah man! Aliases! Like, I’m Euphoria! And, this is Iris!” The other girl raised a sceptical hand in greeting, “That’s how it works, right? We get magic outfits and powers and aliases to protect our families from villains and stuff, yeah?”

Kia shook her head,

“I just use my name. Kia. I don’t really need an alias.”

“Aw, man. It’s a pretty cool name, though. He-ey, I bet you’ve got a name!”

“Well, uh,” The Silver Beam of Luna Light lowered herself down to a crouch at the edge of the hole, “Not, not really…”

“You totally do!” The blonde girl, Euphoria, grinned, “I can see it in your face! Come on, tell me!”


Iris, the girl in deep blue, put a hand on her arm, but her friend shook her off.

“Come on! We’re superheroes! Everyone knows about ‘em, man! The comics, the movies, everyone’s seen ‘em, and now we’re them! You blatantly thought about it, so come on, spill it!”

“Uh, well…”

She stared at this girl, caught in the headlights of such energy. The girl clearly had no problems with being surrounded by insane police in magical balls of collapsing reality, as if she was caught up with the novelty of it all. A little part of her was jealous. She had thought about taking on some sort of superhero persona, but she hadn’t planned on telling anyone. I mean, if she told them it, they’d probably laugh. Kia had played it cool and confident, even after being so unemotional earlier. The Silver Beam of Luna Light would definitely get laughed at. They both had one word names, how could she think of something cool on the spot like this?


“Silver, huh? Man, I’m the only one with a really cool name…”

“As important as this is,” Kia broke in, “We need to end this Schism. We can discuss names afterwards, right?”

“Man, Schism. What an awesome word. Like, that’s way better than bubble. What does it even mean?”

“A tear, or a divide.” Iris spoke up, “But, how would I have known what they’re called?”

“No, stop, you’re not listening.” Kia was starting to look annoyed, “We need to work as quick as we can. We don’t know how long we have in here, and chances are the Heart of this Schism is going to be in the cells.” She jumped up out of the hole in a single leap, leaving the other pair to clamber out, “So we can chat afterwards, right? Trust me, you don’t want to be in here when the ceiling starts collapsing.”

Silver watched them climb out, unsure what to say. She’d thought that meeting other magical girls would be great, but Euphoria or whatever was a little too into it all, like she’d never seen the kind of horrors that was in the other Schism, while the other girl, Iris, was so quiet and intense she seemed almost unapproachable. Both girls were such opposites that trying to figure either out seemed impossible in the presence of the other.

“Are we just going to leave him there?” Iris was looking back into the hole at the subdued policeman.

“Yeah. Not much more we can do for him now.” Kia began to walk, taking leadership by force of seniority, “Gotta concentrate on stopping this place collapsing.”

Euphie followed her, but Iris hung back, looking uncertain. Her eyes met Silver, piercing her with a glare, and she couldn’t help but feel judged in some way. “It’s true. We can’t even leave until we sort it out, so there’s no way we can get him out either.”

“So we’re trapped.”

“Kinda, yeah. But, not like them. Kia says they’re here for good.”

Iris stared down at the unconscious policeman, then looked back at Silver,

“…They’ve all gone mad.”


“Euphie doesn’t… she doesn’t seem to notice.” She looked ahead to her friend, who was talking with Kia as they looked ahead into the next section, “Neither does your friend. Do you think it’s because of whatever these powers are? They’re both the same type, right?”

“I… doubt it.” Silver shook her head, “I think Kia does notice. I just think she’s learned to ignore it.”

“Hm.” There was a moment of silence, “If only it were that easy. We should probably keep up.”

Without another word, the girl in blue walked off towards the others. Without realising, Silver found she’d gone from sidekick to trailing after people she’d only just met. How did that happen? She thought she’d left pecking orders behind with college…

The walls had begun to collapse. Chunks of plaster thudded to the ground, doors began to bulge out as they and their frames rotted, light fixtures sparked and flickered, and the periodic clocks on the walls ticked in and out of place, each one telling a different time. Police stations, Silver found, were mostly hallways and offices, and what offices they went in were cluttered and busy. ‘A tidy mess’ was how her mother would put it; everything out for a reason, but to someone else looked like chaos.

“The Heart should be in one of these,” Kia approached the bare, rusted metal of the temporary cell doors, “It shouldn’t be difficult to shut down. Much less now you’re here.” She glanced at Iris, “How well can you use your powers?”

“I’ve only had them a few days. I don’t really get them yet.” She replied, “I can make stuff go completely solid.” She nodded to the cracks in the walls, “Which means I’m a little out of place, I think.”

“Nah, the opposite. You’re perfect. Everything’s collapsing too fast, so who better to have than someone to make it whole again? Come on. Let’s find the Heart, you’ll get the hang of it.”

Kia began accelerating the rusting doors, the first one hitting the floor with a clang and disintegrating into several parts. She peered into the blank cell of a bed, rotten mattress, and lifeless light bulb, shook her head, and moved on to the next door.

“You’ve only transformed within the last few days?” Silver spoke to Iris as they watched Kia work, “I didn’t realise you were so new.”

“Man, we’re both new!” Euphoria butted in, “I transformed like, a week ago, and then I rescued Iris about three days ago!”

“Rescued is one way to put it.” Iris’ face was unreadable.

“We did it in the end! It could’ve gone way worse!”

“I transformed just yesterday,” Silver said, “This is my second. I didn’t realise they were so frequent.”

“This is our second too.” Said Iris, “But we felt yours, and we would’ve come to—”

“Stop, be quiet.” Kia’s tone was hard, “This is wrong.”

“What’s wrong?”

“This. All of this.” They looked into the cell Kia had burst open, where a wall had come crashing down, exposing the cell next to them, “If the heart is here, there shouldn’t be so much that’s collapsed here, right? Hearts collapse everything around them, but they’re the last to go. Like a storm or something. Why is everything down here so destroyed?” The ceiling puffed plaster as another piece fell out, followed by another as Kia blew another cell door in. The inside was just as ruined. “This isn’t right! Where the hell is it if not here? It can’t have progressed this much this fast!”

The trio behind her looked at each other, only to find uncertain faces looking back. Another wall in one of the cells collapsed, and a crack shuddered through the floor. Silver took a step back. Was the floor going to open up? Anything was possible in a Schism…

“Kia… the floor’s breaking up, it seems pretty dangerous…”

“I know, I know! This is crazy, it’s like this is the…” her eyes widened, “This isn’t the Heart. This is the edge.” She turned her back to the cell, “The Heart must be above us! That’s why the floor…” The floor cracked again, more fissures sprouting off it like plant stalks, reaching out for the walls. “Get away from the floor!”

“What?” They all looked incredulous, “How can you get away from the—”

“Get back! This way!”

Kia started to backpedal away from the cracks as they began to quicken, and the others began to back off too. Piece by piece the floor began to crumble, falling away, shards of it toppling down into… nothingness. As the tiny pieces of concrete and carpet gave way, Silver watched them fall into endless black. The falling pieces were the only indicator there was anything but darkness down there, and as more of the floor crumbled, parts of the walls to the cells began to drop off into nowhere too. They watched their way back collapse, their only route off deeper into the police station, and even that was beginning to crack.

“We need to go higher. The Heart must be somewhere on the top floor.” Kia’s nonchalant coolness was gone, replaced with her usual urgency, “I was wrong about the ceiling collapsing. This is a whole lot worse. It’s going to tear the building out from under us.”

Only Euphie maintained her composure, saying with a grimace,

“Well hey man, look on the bright side!” The looks of panic on the others did nothing to deter her, “The only way is up!”


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  1. Great chapter! Euphie makes me laugh, brilliant introduction to the new characters. I’m looking forward to seeing how they handle this Schism!

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