21. Even Older Friends
Ben
Madison had come at me from my blind spot, and that was where she kept hovering now, her arms transforming into tentacles to hold mine more securely.
I would have had time to smash her skull into a thousand temporary but satisfying pieces before she got the upper hand, before Milo disarmed me, if the hammer had only gone where I meant to put it. The world around me kept bending deceptively, almost as badly as in a Warehouse, and not because of the strange light. Reaching out to touch something, or hit it, was like aiming a laser pointer through the surface of water.
There’d been a time when I could have gone out for any sport I’d had the interest in and made the cut, and now I couldn’t even hold up my end of a Splinter fight, the one physical activity that ha
