Issue Three
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A guard in the tower had taken aim. He<br />
knew what he was seeing wasn't<br />
possible, but he knew his job, and he<br />
had a gun. He managed to line Jackie<br />
up in his sights – he'd paused after<br />
taking down the last gang member –<br />
and pulled the trigger.<br />
The bullet appeared in mid-air above<br />
Jackie, pointing down towards him,<br />
spinning gently. He'd frozen it with a<br />
look. He cocked his head to one side,<br />
and the bullet turned with it. A flick of<br />
his eyes, and it shot off, burying itself in<br />
the wall of the yard.<br />
More guards appeared, boiling out of<br />
the doors to the cells, screaming for<br />
backup. They began firing. Jackie<br />
stopped their bullets, turning the air<br />
before him into a tableau of metal. He<br />
stared around him and, as one of the<br />
guards would tell the governor later that<br />
day, he seemed to be counting the<br />
number of dead.<br />
Jackie stretched, raising his arms to the<br />
sky, his hands linked. The frozen<br />
bullets fell, clinking against each other.<br />
He tossed the spike onto the bullets,<br />
and then wandered towards the guards.<br />
They stood, frozen, watching him<br />
approach. At the last moment, three of<br />
them broke, running for the cells and<br />
slamming the door behind them. But<br />
the youngest – a new recruit, his first<br />
month on the job – kept his gun steady,<br />
aiming it at Jackie's chest.<br />
Jackie looked at him, pulling the guard's<br />
eyes to his own. He blinked the last few<br />
steps, and the guard fell backwards on<br />
his ass, a tight gasp escaping his lips.<br />
Jackie crouched down until he and the<br />
guard were face to face. A little slick of<br />
blood dotted the chest of his prison shirt,<br />
forming a pattern of its own. Casually,<br />
he reached forward and tugged the gun<br />
from the guard's grip. The guard's<br />
name was Mason and his eyes had<br />
grown wide as saucers. He licked his<br />
dry lips as Jackie turned the gun this<br />
way and that.<br />
“Can you stop shooting at me, please?”<br />
said Jackie. It came out as a mumble.<br />
Without even realising it, Mason was<br />
nodding. Jackie gave him the most<br />
dazzling smile – it came out of nowhere<br />
and was, Mason would later tell his wife,<br />
like the smile of a child. He held out the<br />
gun, still grinning, gesturing at Mason to<br />
take it. Then he blinked back to the<br />
centre of the empty yard.<br />
As Mason watched, Jackie cast around<br />
for his stick, inhaling a delighted breath<br />
when he spotted it. He crouched down<br />
again, and began to draw, sketching<br />
more symbols into the dust.<br />
DUST