Wally West Mobius Chair Novels & Stories

"Fear is simply respect with better posture." We reached a staircase—and I watched in horror as his wheelchair transformed. The wheels reconfigured. Treads extended from somewhere beneath the chassis. The chair tilted backward slightly, and then we were climbing with precision. I stopped breathing. "Did your chair just... grow tank legs?" "Hover conversion is next month," he said, as if this were completely normal. "The engineers are still calibrating the suspension. Last test nearly put me through the ceiling." "I—that's—that's not the point!"

Break the chains! A sharp, silver shock sizzled through my spine. I gasped, my body jerking in the chair. I looked down and saw thin wires of silver woven into the wood of the armrests. It was a dampening chair—designed specifically to keep powerful wolves from shifting or using their abilities. "Don't bother," Cassian said, walking toward me with the needle. "The chair is lined with silver, and the tea I gave you has enough sedative to knock out a bear. You’re not going anywhere, Rowan."

Monitors, receivers, transmitters, routers, switchers, amplifiers, junction boxes, and more, hung from ceiling-mounted racks, filled his homemade shelves, and covered eight worktables. Hundreds of cables squirmed this way and that, tying his Kingdom together and connecting Kenny with the world. The teenager sat in his favorite chair, an executive model he had rescued from a dumpster and equipped with wheels. Large wheels that enabled him to roll over cables, empty meal paks, and cast-off clothing.

A handle slipped out later, curving to touch the other end of the seat. All these happened in less than a minute but Walter couldn't seem to grasp how Kevin was able to do this. He bent and felt the seat. Totally like every other swivel seat sold at the showroom. "Kevin, you surprise me all the damned time," Walter muttered and took a seat gently. He turned the chair and it moved without stress. "It's the Kevin magic. Moving on, why did you ask to see me?" Walter had almost forgotten that the young Irish man dressed in a navy blue suit and a black shirt beneath was a man of seriousness. Kevin was never the type to waste time on trivial matters. Every one of his clients knew him for that.

Lila asked him, finally turning around, his entire body moving all at once. “No. Did you buy that fucking spinny chair?” Kai demanded, as soon as he got to the counter and looked over the side. “Yes! Happy birthday!” Lila cheered, jumping off of her newly placed seat. The swivel chair that had finally arrived that afternoon and had a giant picture of Batman’s face on the seat. The metal central support of it was covered in Marvel stickers, with the base of the chair having the Avengers printed all around it.

“What are these for?” “Think about it.” Cheryl suggested. Reese continued to watch the younger man with amusement as he continued to eat his apple. Wayne let the strap fall and he jumped back as if it had bitten him. “Is that…? Is that a sex chair?” Cheryl groaned as she buried her face in her hands, her dad simply chuckled as he finished his apple and tossed it into the trash can before using a wipe to clean his hands. “It’s not a sex chair. It’s simply an armchair.” He tossed the wipe into the trashcan also. “That we have sex in.”

“Okay. Time’s up. Bring out the chair.” “What—?” Adonis muttered, his brows tightening. “What chair?” From the hallway, Samuel returned wheeling in a brutal-looking black metal chair—cold, industrial, and clearly not designed for comfort. Leather straps hung like snakes from the armrests. Bolts lined the seat. The entire thing looked like it had a memory. A favorite scream. Samuel tapped one side playfully. “Look familiar, Adonis? No? Good. Makes it more fun.” Adonis took a step back, but Moses was already there.