On one side were Eleni, Seamus and Spike, who had formed a ring around Six, who stood in the middle using her telekinesis to fend off their attacks. Magdalena was kneeling on the rooftop not far off, cradling one arm in the other. Sam suspected Six was somehow responsible for her wounded arm, although there was no time to wonder too much about it. Something was obviously wrong with one of Six’s arms as well. It hung limply at her side, and she was using her other one to shield herself.

Sam kept to the shadows, trying to remain unnoticed for as long as possible and maintain some element of surprise. He went for Spike first, using his telekinesis to shove the boy aside. Spike, unprepared for the attack, skidded across the roof, shouting. Before he could right himself, Sam hit him again, lifting him into the air.

Then he stopped. What was he going to do with Spike now? He couldn’t kill him. But what else could he do to take him out of the game?

He lifted Spike and slammed him into the side of the statue of Saturn. “Sorry, dude,” he said as Spike’s limp body fell to the roof, unconscious.

Next, he looked for Seamus. But Seamus had disappeared. Sam knew this was bad news, and his worry was confirmed a moment later when he found himself surrounded by a cloud of flies and bees. Unable to see, and instinctively shying away from the bees’ stings. As he was stumbling around, trying unsuccessfully to get the insects off his face, he was hit with a blast of telekinesis, and fell. He thrust his hands out, and his palms scraped against the rough surface of the roof, cutting them open and adding fresh pain to the torment of the stings.

“I’m getting so good at this,” Seamus said, his voice cutting through the hum of the insects.

Sam struck out blindly with his telekinesis. The bugs dispersed, and he saw Seamus clearly for a moment. He pushed with his mind, and Seamus faltered. But he righted himself again and resumed his own attack, so that Sam found himself once again surrounded by bees and flies.

Anger flooded him like poison from the bees’ stingers, giving him the strength to get to his feet. He still couldn’t see Seamus, but he struck out with everything he had. He heard a shout of pain, and once more the attacking insects left him alone. Seamus was picking himself up, and now he attacked, abandoning the bugs for pure telekinetic force.

Sam met him head-on, and for a moment they remained deadlocked, each pushing with equal strength. But Sam was more experienced, and Seamus’s frustration became his undoing when he attempted to summon the bees and flies again and couldn’t maintain his assault. Sam used the opening to hit Seamus with a blast that spun him around. Then he ran at him, tackling him and throwing him to the rooftop.

Seamus bucked, trying to throw him off. Again, Sam had to decide what to do with him. Part of him felt like tossing the guy over the edge of the roof for all of the trouble he’d made for the rest of them. But he knew he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Underneath everything, Seamus was still just a kid trying to figure out who he was. Besides, Sam knew that Peter McKenna would be able to reach him with enough time and help. Or at least he liked to believe that he could.