The War of the Supers (The First Superhero Book 3) by Logan Rutherford Read Free Book Online Page B

the door. “Are you going to do whatever it takes to get information out of me?”
    I didn’t know what to say. I opened my mouth, but the words didn’t come out. “That’s not the point,” I said finally. “That’s not why you’re here. You’re a prisoner of war.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Marcus said, leaning back in his chair. “How many of your Super friends know that I’m down here?”
    I didn’t answer.
    “That’s what I thought. Why haven’t you told any of them about me? I’m not just a ‘prisoner of war’. You want to question me. Get information out of me. Beat me half to death to do it if you half to. But you can’t, because you’re a coward.”
    “No, I’m not,” I said, standing from my seat. “If I wanted to, I could get you to tell me whatever I wanted you to. I could beat the information out of you if I wanted to. I nearly beat a member of the Legion to death today. I would’ve if someone hadn’t been there to pull me off him.”
    Marcus laughed—a deep, hearty laugh. “Of course you could’ve!” he said, mocking me. “Except you didn’t. Do you know why?”
    I didn’t answer.
    “Because you knew that your little friend who was there was going to pull you off him. You knew that you could go as far as you wanted to, and somebody else would be there to draw the line for you.” Marcus leaned forward, smiling. “Well, guess what, Kane? Nobody’s here to pull you off me. Nobody’s here to stop you from going too far. And that’s why you’ve been working up the courage for the past two weeks to do it. Coming down here, bringing me food, a bed, books to read, even rerouting the electricity down here to give me lights and air conditioning. You’re hoping that if you make me comfortable enough, I’ll freely tell you everything I know. ‘Oh, Mr. Andrews, thank you for making my life so comfortable! Here’s everything the STF is planning,’” Marcus said in a mocking voice. He leaned back in his chair, cackling. “If you want anything from me, you’re going to have to beat it out of me, Kane Andrews!”
    I yelled in frustration, silencing Marcus, then slammed my fist down on the table. It cracked under the force of my blow, causing Marcus to lean back in his chair, laughing. “See? If that table could talk, it’d tell you everything it knows.”
    I turned and stormed out of the room. I’d had enough of Marcus’ taunting words.
    I slammed the door behind me and paced up and down the hallway. “Come on,” I told myself, hitting my fists together. “Come on! You’ve got this. You’ve got this!” I slammed my fist against the wall and grunted in frustration. “Come on!” I yelled, trying to pump myself up.
    I knew I had to do it. If I could just get Marcus to tell me everything he knew, there was no telling how far ahead we’d be. At that moment, we were in the dark. But if I could just get Marcus to tell me everything he knew about the Legion, the STF—even what he knew about us—we’d be so far ahead of where we were.
    But I knew what it was going to take to get that information out of him, and I wasn’t sure if I could do it.
    Maybe Marcus was right. Maybe the reason I had gone crazy on Rob was because I had known Drew was there. I’d known Drew would pull me off Rob. And no matter how mad I’d gotten at Drew for doing it, deep down, I was thankful to him for stopping me from crossing that line—the line I’d been counting on him to draw.
    I sighed, resting my forehead on the cool concrete wall. I wasn’t that person. No matter how guilty I felt for not being able to do what was necessary to get the needed information from Marcus, I couldn’t be that person.
    I ran into the room as fast as I could, grabbed Marcus, and flew him far outside of Dallas. I dropped him off in the middle of a town called Fairfield and left him there without a word. I’d known I was going to have to set him free anyway, since I’d felt too ashamed to tell anyone about him, and I