The Remarkables (The Remarkable Owen Johnson, part 1) by A. D. Elliott Page A

arms before her as if pushing something. The speed she was moving was incredible, and her sudden appearance seemed to surprise Trilby, who turned to face her too late as he was soon sent shooting backwards as he had earlier in the day in the Johnsons’ kitchen.
    Mrs Argyle slowed and landed beside her brother, and lifting him to his feet, dragged Ken away from the scene of the battle. Trilby landed on his back, but rather than disappearing as he had earlier in the day he was back on his feet in a heartbeat and sprinting towards the fleeing siblings.
    Mrs Argyle must have sensed his approach as she deftly dropped to one knee and brought her hands up above h er and somehow managed to flip Trilby in the air, and, by adjusting her arms pushed him away. Unfortunately the direction that she pushed him was directly at Owen.
    Trilby turned his head and spotted Owen, then lifted his arms and emitted the same bright light towards him. Owen glanced at Mrs Argyle who had also spotted Owen, a sudden shocked look of realisation on her face.
    Trilby looked like he was going to attack, but as the light got closer to Owen and illuminated him fully Trilby paused and cocked his head. His arms snapped down and he ran towards Owen.
    Trilby was very close by now, so Owen turned and vaulted over the fence, his hands burning with a much more intense fe eling than the mild tingling that he had been experiencing throughout the day. He must have misjudged the vault though, as he was much higher in the air than he had anticipated, and on his current trajectory he would probably land in the canal.
    Instinctively he pushed down with his feet which met something solid in mid-air. Using all of his strength he pushed upwards, propelling himself tens of metres into the air, the barges below shrinking in size. Reaching out he felt handholds in mid-air and hauled himself onwards.
    He moved so fast that the col d air was biting at his cheeks. Not bothering to check if Trilby was behind him he brought his knees toward his abdomen and then extended them, again meeting something solid and pushing himself forward. Maintaining this pattern he moved through the air in a way that Owen thought must have resembled how some primates dash through the jungle.
    The lights below him moved at a great speed as Owen continued his incredible escape. Somewhere in Owen’s head he knew that he should have been terrified by this, indeed by most of the things that had happened so far today, but it was exhilarating.
    Owen had to admit, that being able to dash through the air was pretty incredible-, no, remarkable , as Ken had put it.
    Owen’s revelry was replaced by sudden concern for the brother and sister, who he had left to fend for themselves. Looking over his shoulder revealed no sign of Trilby on the ground or in flight (Owen had no idea what other powers he possessed), so Owen started to turn in a wide circle back towards where he had started his airborne escape. He recognised the church of the town near to Ken’s barge and headed towards it.
    Speeding up his movements , he felt every fibre in his being pulse with the most incredible sensation, like he was having sunshine poured through his body. With just four movements he was nearly at the church which had a flat top to its steeple, with a parapet raised on one side like a castle.
    It suddenly dawned on Owen he had no i dea how he could stop himself. Ceasing his movements he felt gravity win its battle against him, and start to drag him down towards the top of the steeple at a terrifying rate.
    He flayed his arms around, his hands grasping at invisible objects but failing to make a decent grip. Within seconds of being about to hit the flat roof, he managed to grab onto something which slowed him down but also caused a sudden and excruciating pain in his left shoulder. Spinning around in mid-air he landed on his side and rolled, the wind knocked out of him. His ungainly descent was finally halted by his head making contact