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able to do.
    I’d done things only an ULTRA was supposed to be able to do.
    “You’ve gone pale,” Mom said. “You sure you’re okay?”
    I cleared my throat. Made a conscious effort to give Mom some of my attention. “Yeah,” I said. “Just… sore head.”
    “Of course it’s sore,” Mom said. “It’s amazing you ain’t sore anywhere else. Doctors thought you were gonna be unconscious for days. That you took a nasty knock to the head, but… but somehow you’re all okay. All the scans, everything’s okay.”
    There was a pause. I considered my mom’s words. Was that something to do with the powers I had? It had to be. Scared me, but it had to be true.
    So I could heal myself, too. I really was… well. Not just any old ULTRA. A special kind of ULTRA.
    Great.
    “Do you still not remember what happened in that place?”
    I wasn’t sure how in detail to go when speaking to Mom. I’d realized what I could do. Perhaps I could dismiss it as adrenaline, but no. The things I’d done, they were ULTRA abilities. Unmistakable ULTRA abilities. And damned strong ones, too. Speed. What seemed like teleportation. Strength. Telekinesis. Dammit, I didn’t just have one ability. I had a whole truckload of ’em.
    But I couldn’t tell Mom that. I couldn’t tell anyone that. Because being an ULTRA was more dangerous than being one of those gunmen who shot up the soccer stadium.
    And being an ULTRA with as many powers as I had…
    “Damon,” I said. “And…”
    “Damon’s fine,” Mom said. “So too’s your other friend. That girl. Elle, or something?”
    “Ellicia,” I said.
    Mom nodded. “Both fine. Both got out okay.”
    “How long have I…”
    “Just the night,” Mom said. “Gave us a scare, though, Kyle. Doctors said you were out cold like I said. But then you started showing serious levels of brain activity, or something. Like you were conscious all along. And then everything just… fixed itself. Like nothin’ they’ve ever seen.”
    I knew I’d have to be careful if I didn’t want my ULTRA abilities exposing already. “Right,” I said. “Weird.”
    “Kyle, I… I don’t know how much you rem—”
    “I remember a lot of shooting. I remember running away. Then… then I remember getting stamped on. And not much after that.”
    Mom nodded like she was trying to conjure up a mental picture of what I was saying. “My boy,” she said. I saw her lips quivering. “My sweet boy.”
    She hugged me. And I felt tears building at my eyelids as she held on. I’d come close to dying in that stadium. Any normal human being and I’d be dead. But something saved me.
    No. I saved me.
    I was an ULTRA.
    For better or for worse, I was an ULTRA.
    I had to learn to deal with that one way or other.
    “The police. They want to speak to you. About some… some CCTV footage or something.”
    My stomach dropped. Shit. CCTV. Of course. They’d have footage of me doing… well, whatever I was doing. They’d figure out I was an ULTRA right away. I couldn’t let them speak to me. Couldn’t let them get to me. It wasn’t safe.
    “I’m… I’m really tired,” I lied.
    “I know, sweetie,” Mom said, turning her head to one side, stroking my fringe some more. “And this’ll all be over soon and you can come back home. But they said it’s really important they check something with you. Let me know when it’s okay for me to call them in.”
    Call them in?
    I became aware of voices outside the curtain. Of footsteps walking backward and forward across the hard hospital floor. Dammit. They were outside already. They were outside, and they were going to take me away. Or worse—they were going to kill me.
    I felt that tingling sensation growing inside me but it felt weaker than before, less focused. Maybe they were using something. If they suspected I was an ULTRA, they must have a way to repress my powers.
    I was finished. This was over.
    “I’ll call them in—”
    “Mom, wait!”
    But it was already too