iBoy

I held out my hand, palm first, towards the wall ... and then I closed my eyes and concentrated. After a moment or two, I began to feel an energy between the wall and my hand ... a tangible resistance, like a magnetic field. And when I opened my eyes and started moving my hand over the painted words, gently pushing the resist­ ance into the paint, the graffiti began to flake off.

It didn't take long, and when I'd finished, and all traces of the graffiti were gone, I used the same scouring energy to clean the remnants of paint off my hands, and then I knocked on Lucy's door.

Her mum was out — she worked at the local Tesco's — and Ben had gone out too, so Lucy was on her own. Which I didn't think was a good idea, especially after she'd just had a visit from half a dozen Crows. But as far as Lucy was concerned, I didn't know anything about that, so I just kept my mouth shut and made a mental note to have a quiet — and possibly threatening — word with Ben the next time I saw him.

'You'll never guess what just happened, Tom,' Lucy said as we sat down together on the settee in the front room.

'You won the lottery?' I said.

'No, no ... this was just now, about half an hour ago ...' She shook her head. 'God, it was so weird. I can still hardly believe it.'

She started telling me all about O'Neil and the others then — how she'd been really scared when she'd realized they were outside, and they'd started calling out through the letter box ... and then she'd heard another voice outside, followed by the sounds of struggling — shouts and yells, running feet — and she'd peeked through the letter box and seen this really weird-looking kid with multicoloured skin squaring up to O'Neil ...

'... I mean, his skin was really shimmering, Tom. Honestly. It was like he was covered in neon tattoos or something, and the tattoos were moving ... but they weren't tattoos...'

It was incredibly strange, listening to her telling me the story. Partly because I had to pretend that it was all new to me, so I had to keep going — What? No... really? — and partly because Lucy seemed so innervated now, so full of life, just like the old Lucy, and I didn't know how that made me feel. On the one hand, obviously, it made me feel great. I mean, Lucy seemed to be getting back to her old self again — what could possibly be wrong with that? But on the other hand ... well, there wasn't anything wrong with it. Noth­ing at all. But I suppose, if I'm totally honest, I felt just a tiny bit jealous. She was so excited, so thrilled, so curious about this mysterious stranger who'd come galloping to her rescue ... and I wanted her to know that it was me. I wanted her to be excited about me, not about iBoy. And I know that sounds pathetic — and selfish and childish and whatever else you want to call it — but, like I said, I'm just trying to be honest here. And that's how I felt.

'Tom?' I heard her say. 'Are you listening?'

'Sorry,' I said, looking at her. 'I was just —'

'Do you think it's him?'

'Who?'

She sighed. 'The MySpace guy, the one I just told you about. Do you think it's the same person?'

'The same as who?'

'The other one,' she said impatiently. 'The one who tried to throw O'Neil out of the window.'

'Oh, right,' I said, pretending to suddenly get it. 'So you think this MySpace guy might be the hero guy, is that it?'

'Yeah. What do you think?'

I shrugged. 'Well, I don't know ... I mean, this guy you saw in the corridor, the one with the weird skin ... are you sure he was real?'

'Of course he was real. What else could he be?' She shook her head angrily. 'What are you trying to say, Tom? You think I made him up? '

'No ... no, I didn't mean that, I just meant... maybe you were tired or something, you know ...'

She glared at me. 'I know what I saw, Tom. I mean, if you don't believe me —'

'I believe you —'

'You can ask Ben if you want. He was there too. He saw him, he'll tell you. If you don't believe me —'

'OK, OK,' I said, holding my hands up. 'I said I believed you, didn't I? I believe you, Luce.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah, honestly ... I was just...'

'What? You were just what?'

'Nothing. I don't know ... I was just being stupid. Sorry.'

She looked at me, shaking her head. 'You're such an idiot sometimes.'

'I know ... sorry.'

She carried on glaring at me for a second or two, but she'd never been able to stay angry with me for very long, and after a while her eyes slowly softened and her face relaxed into a smile. 'Yeah, well,' she said. 'You don't have to apologize to me for being stupid. I'm used to it.'

'Thanks.'

'You're welcome.'

As we sat there grinning at each other, I couldn't help noticing that she didn't look quite so withdrawn as before. She was wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt, no socks, no make-up, and her hair was freshly washed. She looked really good. She looked ... I don't know. She just looked good.

'What?' she said, self-consciously flicking at her hair. 'What's the matter?'

'Nothing,' I said, looking away. 'Where is Ben, anyway? You said he went out?'

'Yeah, I asked him not to, but he said it was urgent.'

'Urgent?'

She shrugged. 'He got a text from someone just before he went out. Maybe he had to meet them ... I don't know.' She reached down and scratched her bare foot. 'Anyway ... you should have seen this guy, Tom. It was amazing. I mean, when he had O'Neil at the window, I really thought...'

As she carried on telling me how amazing iBoy was, I tracked down Ben's mobile — he was in a ground-floor flat in Baldwin House — and I opened up his texts. There was one from someone who identified himself only as 'T' which just said here now. Ben had answered cant sorry. T had written back NOW! OR UDED, and Ben, unsurprisingly, had replied ok 5 mins.

I traced T's mobile — he was in the same location as Ben — but I couldn't find out anything else about him. It was a brand-new phone — pay as you go, unregis­tered — so my iBrain couldn't tell me much about it, but my normal brain told me that T was probably Troy O'Neil.

I stayed at Lucy's until about nine o'clock, when her mum came back, by which time Lucy had finally stopped going on about iBoy and we'd spent a really nice hour or so just talking to each other about not very much at all — TV programmes, school gossip, music ... just good old ordinary stuff.

As Lucy was seeing me out, I said to her, 'If anyone starts bothering you again, just give me a call, OK? I mean, I know I'm not as superheroic as your oh-so- wonderful Mr iBoy —'

'Shut up,' Lucy smiled, punching me lightly on the arm.

I looked at her. 'I mean it, Luce. Any trouble, or even if you're just on your own or anything — call me.'

She nodded, still smiling. 'Thanks, Tom.' And then, without a word, she reached up and gently caressed the scar on my head. 'It tingles,' she said quietly.

'I'm Electro-Man,' I told her. 'Honestly, I'm truly shocking.'

'Yeah,' she said, grinning. 'You wish.'