Splinter Teenage Mutant Novels & Stories

He stood on a battlefield he knew: Istanbul, two years ago, when a mimic facility had collapsed, killing forty-three civilians. But this time, the details were wrong. The sky was too bright. The air too still. And the mimic response? Too fast. He saw his past self across the rubble, weapon raised. But in this version, a single echo-child walked between them. Unafraid. Watching. The Splinter spoke through the child. “Last time, you fired.” “This time, you must choose who dies.” “Either your past self survives… or the civilians do.” “You cannot save both.”

I felt a little relieved at his response, but what he said was troubling enough. “Ezra, check in.” Mr. Griffin said over the radio. My heart sank when there was a click of the radio and a blood curdling scream. My heart sank at that sound. I knew what it was; I didn’t think about anything but getting to Ezra. If he was dealing with a toxic screamer, he was in deep trouble. The only way to kill that kind of mutant was fire. It was one of the rarest kinds of mutants. I only fought one once, and it almost killed me. It had wings and long limbs that stretched and scratched. It couldn’t turn you into a mutant; it had a toxic ooze that burned through anything. You could stab it and behead it and i