Free The Superpower Project by Paul Bristow

at the list and blinked. “There are five.”
    â€œNo TJ, there are only four names here,” said Cam, as if he were talking to a troublesome Primary One during a wet playtime.
    â€œDo you know them?” said Megan. “Are they some of the ones who can contact you?”
    â€œJohn Bone. Here… and in the bomb shelter.”
    â€œWhat did you have to do with this place?” asked Megan, mildly frustrated by TJ’s habit of remembering things at a snail’s pace.
    â€œProtect.”
    â€œWhat? The children? My gran?” Megan was trying hard not to confuse TJ but the questions just kept coming.
    â€œA secret,” said TJ. “Watt’s fears.”
    â€œWell, you can tell us now,” explained Cam, sensing that Megan was about to go off like a firecracker if he didn’t start making sense.
    â€œTesting!” said TJ, as if remembering something new. He looked around the room at the photos and X-rays. “All the children here. Were being tested.”
    â€œLike in maths and English?” asked Cam hopefully, having finally found a situation in which a maths test was the best option. “Tested for what?”
    â€œAbnormal abilities,” said TJ.
    Megan and Cam stared at him, shocked into silence.
    â€œMy gran and the others,” said Megan. “Did they all have superpowers like us?”
    TJ nodded. “There are five.”
    â€œOk, that’s good TJ,” said Megan, “I think. What else do you remember about being here?”
    TJ was silent once again, staring around the room. Megan slumped slightly, realising that was probably all they were going to get from him for now.
    â€œI wonder if this John Bone is still around?” said Cam, trying to rally them both. “Maybe the names were what your gran wanted us to find here?”
    â€œI don’t think so,” said Megan. “There were actual objects in the last two places.”
    â€œLet’s have a proper look around then,” said Cam. “Seeing some more stuff might jog TJ’s memory.”
    Megan and Cam rifled through dusty drawers and cupboards in the hidden room while TJ stood looking at the faded pictures of children at school, occasionally glancing at the list of names.
    â€œEh… I think we have a winner,” said Cam, crawling out from under a desk, coughing. “This was taped underneath, with scratch marks either side of it.”
    It was another coin.
    â€œCam! That’s fantastic,” said Megan. “Is it the same as the other one?”
    â€œThe weird markings on it are different,” said Cam, handing it over, “but it’s the same size and everything.”
    â€œIt’s coins!” said Megan. “We’re supposed to be finding these coins! D’you think we missed one when we found TJ? Or was TJ the only thing we were supposed to fi—”
    There was a clatter downstairs
    â€œWhat was that?” said Cam.
    There was another crash, the sound of the stairs giving way again as something tried to get up. Something heavy.
    â€œThat doesn’t sound good,” said Cam.
    Together they ran back onto the landing and turned towards the stairs to see another of Waterworx’s sculptures – this time the clock-faced statue, Chronos. It was clambering up towards them, ticking and tocking, arms flailing out to grab them.
    Without thinking, Megan immediately flew up towards the ceiling, out of reach. “Cam, move!” she shouted, but Cam had already turned into his gorilla form, charging straight towards the robot along with TJ. “No, wait!” said Megan, but it was too late; the combined weight of all three of them completely destroyed what was left of the stairs.
    Cam, TJ and Chronos smashed into the floor below in a shower of splinters. Megan swooped down, peering through the thick clouds of dust.
    She saw TJ’s hand, outstretched, waiting for her. “Megan, quick!” he