The Perfect Run

Nightfall was upon Rust Town when Ryan arrived at the orphanage. His good and unwilling friend Ghoul was trapped at the back, missing most of his limbs. Hopefully, his presence would get the Land off the courier’s back for the evening.

“I would take you out on a walk,” Ryan told his captive while stepping out of the car, “but I don’t think this place was built with the elderly in mind. Besides, the kids there are too old for you.”

“BLEEP you!” Ghoul snarled. “I swear I will—”

Ryan closed the car’s door behind him, the skeleton’s insults turning into muffled noises. Most of the animals were asleep in the big pen, a few dogs barking at the courier as if he were an intruder. Unlike his previous visit, the orphanage’s doors were closed, though Ryan could see light coming from inside.

The Genome knocked and waited. Eventually, a little girl in pink opened the door, raising a gun at his face. “What do you want, druggie?”

“Hi, little Sarah,” Ryan introduced himself. “Is your mama here?”

“How do you know my name?” she asked, looking at his hat. “You’re a magician?”

“Oh yes, I’m especially good with explosions and disappearing acts. Watch.” He stopped time and switched her crappy revolver with a Desert Eagle. “See?”

“So cool...” she said with admiration, examining her new toy as if it were a doll. “Is it loaded?”

“Yep, but I put the safety on. I can switch it for a shotgun, or pretty much any firearm.”

“You’re Mr. Ryan?” she asked him, the courier nodding. “Mama is inside. She said you would come.”

“Can I get in, or do I have to break my own hole?” he asked, pointing a finger at a broken window nearby.

“You can. But you do anything to Mama or the others, and I will disappear your face.” Ryan said nothing, making her frown. “That sounded way better in my head.”

“It comes with practice, my young punawan,” Ryan said, walking inside while she closed the door behind. From within, the orphanage looked as dilapidated as the outside, with wallpaper peeling from the walls, and only one lamp for two rooms. Sarah wagged her new toy at Ryan, guiding him through.

Now that he could take a good look inside, Ryan grew convinced that this place had been an animal shelter first, and repurposed into an orphanage years afterward. The kids had made bedrooms out of caged compartments originally meant for animals, half of them already sleeping or reading old books from Jules Verne; some of the children slept with a cat or dog under their bedsheets.

He found Len in the kitchen, cooking fish for a group of four kids gathered around a table.

His old friend wore the same brown diving suit as last time, and she kept the water gun in a corner of the room. The kitchen clearly lacked equipment, since Len used a camping stove for the meat.

She immediately froze still upon seeing him, Ryan removing his hat and mask like a true gentleman. “Riri,” she said.

“Who is this, ma?” Ryan recognized the speaker as the girl whom Psyshock tried to brainjack, Giulia. He examined her facial features, the vague shape of her skull, and a chill went down his spine.

Psyshock had a similar facial structure when he attacked Ryan at Shroud’s shack.

He also noticed the boy that had been playing with Sarah, before the Psychos attacked the area. His golden retriever waited at his side, looking at the dish while wagging his tail. “He looks weird…” he said, observing Ryan’s costume.

“He’s a magician,” Little Sarah showed them her Desert Eagle. “Look!”

“Sarah,” Len scolded her but took no step to remove the gun. “What did I tell you? Don’t point weapons around, especially not at strangers.”

“It’s fine, Ma, I know how to use them!” the little girl pouted in response.

“Yeah right, you can’t even hit a soda can at three meters,” a boy taunted her, Sarah pinching him in the arm. “It’s true!”

“Ryan, this is Sarah, Giulia, Romain, Albus, and Valeria,” Len made the introductions, before looking at the courier with a conflicted face. “Kids this is Ryan. He’s an old… an old friend.”

“Does he come from the magical place?” little Valeria asked, a dark-skinned brunette no older than twelve.

“You don’t talk about the magical place to strangers!” Sarah told her, the other girl putting her hands on her mouth. “Sorry, Ma.”

“It’s okay,” Len replied, putting a hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “Can you serve the food to the others and make sure everyone gets their share? I must talk with my friend.”

“Is he your friend or your boyfriend?” one of the boys pestered her. “I want to know!”

Len responded with a strained smile, while Ryan remained silent. If it had been anyone else, he would have cracked a joke, but he didn’t want to embarrass her. “I’ll be back soon,” Len promised, grabbing the water gun and leading the courier outside the kitchen. The kids looked at them with suspicion, Sarah clapping hands to get their attention.

Adorable.

“It’s nice, what you’re doing here,” the courier started, immediately finding his words awkward. Len had that effect on him nowadays, to the point he couldn’t do sarcasm in her presence.

The invisible barrier between them wouldn’t fall anytime soon.

up towards a stairway. “We can go to the roof. They’ll listen through the door and pester us

was pretty sure they would follow and try to eavesdrop on them anyway. He knew children

them. Ryan sat at the edge, his feet dangling into the void. His old friend glanced at

Rome and the polluted air, the stars shone as bright as ever. It made Ryan wonder if he should invest a few loops

vacation on Pluto

reminds you of the old days, doesn't it?” the courier spoke up first. “We always debated if there was

we’re alone in the universe,” she replied. “It’s all dark and cold beyond our

aren’t alone,” Ryan argued back. “And if you

uncomfortably on her spot. Ryan realized his attempt at small talk just made it awkward. “Did we...” Len trailed off, biting her lower lip. “Did we already have

sea,” Ryan admitted. “You told me you didn’t want to see me after I led the

it’s possible since many Violets can alter spacetime on a limited basis. But… I still can’t grasp it. Do you travel

moment, with my last one made a few

always loved playing with them, whenever he found a console that still worked.

“When I create a new point, it erases the first. I wish I could save

at his words. Ryan instantly regretted his bluntness, but he had to say it. He couldn’t let her get any false hope up. “How does it work?” she

puts a cat in a black box, where the animal has a fifty-fifty percent chance of dying or surviving. As long

replied. Of course she would, she read everything she could get her hands on. “I thought it was meant as a nonsensical

was a joke. But as it turns out, I’m a cat,

our spacetime continuum,” he explained. “It’s a black box where all of time and space happens. All moments in time,

The sight warmed Ryan’s heart;

have to

our universe is the box, then does that mean there’s something

outside space and time, the observer’s dimension. Let's call

Purple World?”

an exact name, but Purple World sounds nice.” Even Acid Rain seemed to agree. “The Purple World exists between all moments in time and points in space, though I only really affect the first

without a word, trying to make sense out of his words. But she was smart, even without her power, and while

trapped between two seconds, and another me continues on; the person you’re facing right now. I’m both at once, and

when you die, it’s like Schrodinger's cat,” Len’s expression changed

two versions, I cheat. I collapse the timeline where I’m dead, and I create

die to trigger that power, right?” Len asked, pleading. When Ryan didn’t answer, she put

times?” Ryan shrugged.

the compassion in Len’s gaze. She had remained ever

few dozen times were terrifying,” Ryan admitted. “I went mad or catatonic from the stress a few times. But past the first thirty or so, it became

ease up her worries at all. If anything, Len grew even more concerned for him. “But since you exist in two time periods,

cause my power to unravel if I died in her vicinity. Obviously, I’m not going to tempt

Did you take...” she stopped herself, the question

Elixirs, like my father? Are

stop is an application of it. I cause both of my divided selves to converge, and thus both our reality and the Purple World align. This creates a temporal anomaly where I’m the only one capable of applying force to objects, and my power protects me from the negative side-effects. It’s a pretty sweet deal. However, if I keep it up

you fuse. You open the cat’s box and

the Purple World, trying to see if I could use it

nodding in confirmation. “Did you succeed in

at her. “By the

bit her lower

“You’ve been stalking me?”

adorable. She immediately changed the subject. “That

abilities. “Maybe all Violet Genomes derive their abilities from it. A

you? It must have taken years, decades

know,” the courier admitted. He had long lost count. “Maybe I'm five hundred years old, or eight hundred. Maybe

me all this time?” Now she sounded positively

hold anything against her. “I thought you were dead or out of reach after the first decades, so I just wandered off trying new things. It’s only when I got my hands on a piece of your tech that I

away, something appearing at the

Ryan frowned, as he watched her hold

at him with clear guilt in her

I—” He raised his

could touch

give me time to process all of this.

all the time in

it saying that as Len’s face darkened even further. Goddammit, why

time you die, everyone forgets you,” she said,

only person who knew me before

this eternity less lonely.” Len glanced at him with compassion. “Is