The Perfect Run

For a long moment, Ryan didn’t say a single word.

He had put his mask on a side of the table, near the chessboard, and kept looking at his steaming coffee cup. The courier could lose himself in the bitter darkness of the soft, delightful drink.

Anything to alleviate the tension in the room.

“Your cup is not poisoned,” Livia said before clearing her throat. She wore a black turtleneck, classy, but casual. “If I wanted you dead, you would be.”

“Poison wouldn’t work anyway.” Ryan shrugged, before grabbing the cookies and drenching them in the coffee. “But there are still two hitmen right outside the door, and people call this place Deathland Motel. Now that I think of it, it kinda sounds like a horror theme park...”

“It’s for my safety.” Livia put her hands around her coffee cup, to better feel the warmth on her fingers. “My previous self seems to have perished abruptly, from what I can gather.”

“It wasn’t me,” Ryan protested.

“How can I be sure?” She asked with a frown on her face. “I know you lied about your ability to my old self. You told her that you could jump through alternate realities, when you could actually go back in time.”

“It was metaphorically true,” Ryan deadpanned before eating the cookie. It was quite sweet, but not all that good.

“Which is another way to say you lied,” Livia replied, unflappable. “I would have brought Crypto to this gathering if I could, but he had a hockey-related accident. I presume you were behind it?”

“I warned him!” Ryan protested. “I warned Luigi that if he kept ruining my runs, things wouldn’t go well between us!”

The courier had made it a point to target the truth-teller in every loop, even those where he didn’t join the Augusti. If anything, Ryan considered it preemptive self-defense.

“Which confirms my worries,” Livia said with a frown, looking into his eyes. “You don’t want your secret getting out, and will use violence to cover it up if needed.”

“Speak for yourself, Miss Two Powers.”

She flinched. “I… I don’t see what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, right,” Ryan said, truly tempted to leave the table anyway, consequences be damned. “Look, can you tell me what you want exactly? Or else I will take the door.”

“If you try to leave this room now, I will have no choice but hunt you down,” Livia declared, her eyes full of iron. “Your power is too great to be ignored, and I’m not sure you won’t be a threat to my family in the future.”

The courier glared at her, but she stood her ground.

“Ryan, the only reason I haven’t gone to my father yet with my suspicions, is that my previous self seemed to appreciate you,” she warned him. “I even called off Vulcan when she wanted to track you down. Don’t waste this opportunity.”

Ryan tried to figure how to deal with this. She didn’t remember loops but seemed capable of transferring information from one to the other, which made her incredibly dangerous.

Could he negate her advantage by canceling her power? He could always try to get Cancel to turn against her employer, but it seemed far-stretched and difficult. If Augustus’ daughter could truly interact with alternate universes beyond his reach, then even death wouldn’t solve the problem permanently. She would get right back to hunting him in the next run, and that wasn’t without considering whatever contingencies she put in place.

That wasn’t a worst-case scenario, but it was pretty damn close.

“I’ll ask again then,” Ryan said. He didn’t want to sound frustrated, but the whole situation made him incredibly uneasy. “What do you want?”

Livia inhaled, gathering her bearing. ”I want the truth.”

“The truth?” Ryan repeated the word, as the weight of countless years fell on his shoulders. “The truth caused me so much heartbreak, I guess I gave up on it. Some didn’t believe me. Some did, and went mad. Some went as far as trying to destroy me, because they didn’t want to forget. And some…”

The courier’s thoughts turned to Jasmine.

“Some did believe me, and tried to help. And yet, I kept dying, and they forgot. Over, and over, and over again.” Ryan let out a heavy sigh. “Those are the worst, because I never get used to them.”

Livia’s gaze betrayed a hint of compassion, but she regained her icy demeanor. “I think I understand,” she said. “I cannot say I can fully comprehend what you went through, but I think I see your point.”

“No, you can’t. And be thankful for it.” Ryan grabbed his own coffee cup. “You haven’t told your father, but have you told anyone else?”

“Why?” Her tone turned defensive. “Do you want to silence me?”

“No.” Ryan couldn’t even if he wanted to. “But more than half your ‘Olympians’ are murderous assholes. I don’t want any of them to know my true power.”

“If you don’t plan to move against them, then you should have nothing to fear.”

“Oh really?” Ryan deadpanned. “Your father personally tracks down everyone he remotely suspects of being a threat to him. What do you think Lightning Butt will do if he learns I can time-travel?”

“I…” His argument seemed to have hit the mark. “I could talk him out of this.”

“I don’t believe you,” Ryan replied dryly. “And let’s not talk about Bliss.”

“This has nothing to do with our conversation,” Livia argued, her body tensing. “Don’t try to change the subject.”

“It has everything to do with it,” Ryan insisted, sipping his coffee. “Bliss causes sterility in unpowered humans. I used to think Genomes were spared from that nasty side-effect thanks to their enhanced metabolism, but not anymore. Narcinia can create life as she wishes, so there’s no way she doesn’t know, and she’s way too nice not to have corrected that problem already. Hence, it’s not a bug; it’s a feature.”

Livia’s fingers trembled around her cup, her facial features crinkled.

“Why would a cartel make most of its customers sterile? It made no sense to me, until I saw your father and his crew. People like Mars look down on normal humans, like cattle.” Ryan snorted. “Your father wants to kill normies. Bliss isn’t a product, it’s a weapon.”

“You think I wanted this?!”

The sudden outburst made Ryan recoil in his chair, as anger broke through Livia’s mask.

“You don’t think I already tried to change that?!” Now it was her turn to snarl at him, bottled up anger rising to the surface. “You don’t think I tried to close that death lab a thousand times? You think I want people to associate my family’s name with a drug that kills thousands each year? You think I want this?”

Ryan said nothing, astonished, as Livia put her hands on her face.

She… she seemed to fight back tears.

“My father won’t budge,” she said, her voice weak. “He will listen to me on almost everything, but Bliss… it’s his favorite project. His legacy. Narcinia… that girl could make the world so much better. She’s a miracle. But father… father doesn’t want to save anyone. He would rather be king of a cemetery.”

Livia no longer looked like the regal, confident daughter of Augustus. The mask had fallen, and beneath, Ryan only saw a young woman with far too much pressure and unwanted expectations thrown on her shoulders.

At this moment, she looked so vulnerable that Ryan’s anger vanished. “Livia, you don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to,” he said, taking her hand in his own. Her fingers felt so cold to the touch. “Even if they’re your family. You have the right to leave.”

“I have to,” she replied, pushing away his hand and wiping away tears. “Someone worse will take over the organization otherwise.”

Livia took a few seconds to recover her composure, breathing in and out while Ryan watched.

“I just want to protect my family, Ryan,” she said. “If… whatever they are, they are still my family. My father… my father is what he is, but he is still my father at the end of the day. Do you understand?”

These words made Ryan flinch, as they brought him back to the darkest days of his childhood.

to die,” Livia said with a sigh. “That’s all I ask. I want to protect them. From Dynamis, from

of

frustration. “I just want to know you won’t threaten them. That you aren’t out to kill us. If you can

closed it, and then finally decided to reassure her. “I don’t want to kill you or your family,

wasn’t that what he had always wanted? Somebody capable of remembering him? His first instinct was paranoia, yet she had been nothing but helpful in the previous loop. Lightning Dad was a colossal asshole, but his daughter seemed… nice, for a lack of a

you would come along, and remember

suggested with

grown used to controlling everything in a loop, and now, you’re threatening to take all

Livia replied, with a forced smile. “I feel the same way about you. I never met someone immune

were both afraid

Hedgehog’s dilemma hit again!

It was a very risky move, but he had pushed his chips on

He would be as honest with her as he had been with Len and Jasmine. “But trust

for a while, her face thoughtful. “What do you want

want the truth

information I gave, and then use

hide?” Ryan let out a shrug. “Thing is, if neither of

at this woman, who reminded him so much

don’t want to go

mulling it over as she sipped her coffee. Eventually,

declared, putting down her cup on the table. “I accept

then,” Ryan asked, glancing at the walls.

tension in the room. “That is

wall paint. You should try purple, it goes well

to get away from our families. It’s discreet,

will scold the kitten for

asked, her tone soft as if afraid of

Il Migliore isn’t all

and return to the fold, but I know better. He was always too stubborn for his

short silence, Ryan decided to address the elephant in the room. “How

first, Ryan,” she asked, looking into his

want the short

one,”

to her anyway, but decided against it. Odd as it may be, the courier fulfilled

told

his tale. He would have given everything to know what she thought, but her poker face was almost as

see,” is all she said, once

the time,” Ryan replied. “Or

“I…”

the courier was certain

are right, Ryan. I have two powers.

end, she was

drank two Elixirs,” Ryan

ability to see parallel timelines. And with that power, I

nodding in confirmation. “What about

the realities where they drank a second Elixir, they always went Psycho. And even in my case, a third Elixir would have turned

teacher preparing a lecture. “Anyway, my power allows me to see and hear through the senses of alternate mes. A

limited?” Ryan asked, as he stole a

plasma screens at once. I can switch the channels, but I cannot turn them off. My power is

could go back in

is, I don’t perceive these other Livia directly. I use a hub. It’s hard for me to describe it, but I constantly see myself in two places. The one where I'm at right now,

“And you can interact

he understood her. “I actually noticed notes I didn’t remember writing. I assumed that my alternate selves

dates, about how you met a dashing rogue

If it had been recorded by an alternate me, then she shouldn’t have been

how did you realize

about video games,” Augustus’ daughter admitted with a sheepish smile. “So I looked up what your name meant. I quickly

It couldn’t be… “You figured it out, and you aren't evena gamer? There are

name like that,” she said. “Unless it was another bottle thrown

question, focusing on her

their powers from a higher dimension, that embodies their colors’ essence.” The more he had thought about that theory, the more Ryan had come to believe in it. “A dimension of energy

universe of thoughts and information for Blue?” Livia guessed his

psychic presence, exists in that Blue World. It allows

my consciousness,” Livia realized. “Which is why my memories do not carry over when you overwrite our universe. I wonder why I didn’t notice the passage of time in these alternate worlds. Some should have carried on for years, if you don’t affect

least not as you understand them,” Ryan replied.

grasping his theory. “You think they aren’t actually universes that

you stop observing them. They

don’t appear in any of them. You are the controller. The one who decides if

of them?” Ryan

had triggered a competitive

accepted the challenge, raising his hand and moving his fingers towards

something in the

to flash-forward, and when Ryan regained consciousness, the white pawn and black knight on the chessboard had moved. Livia, though, seemed

got, Violet?” Ryan

scowl. “Can you try your time-stop on me, Ryan?

else. Unlike her

before noticing a cookie in

is,” Ryan shrugged. “One

times in a

an

Dad seems to stutter, or stop mid-sentence before repeating himself. Uncle thought it was age catching up to him, but no one dared to confront my father over it. He’s very sensitive about growing old, and I

have been pretty annoying from his point of view,” Ryan said with a smirk as he imagined the

chuckled, before leaving her cookie back with the

the future. “Let me guess, you erased time and leapt past

asked, and Ryan’s glare made her uncomfortable. “Why

by ignorance. He would have to do

me time moved forward a few seconds, and I’m pretty sure we both played a round of chess,” he said, glancing at the board. “You create a temporal anomaly where time flows forward, and since I never experienced a

a trance following a script. In that anomaly, I am the only one capable of adjusting my actions and applying force to objects, making me invulnerable; and

least... that is how it works

me,” Ryan said with a smirk. “My time-fu is stronger than

her pride wounded. “I put a white pawn forward, and the black knight moved on its

“So in that temporal anomaly, I am, what, intangible? Invulnerable?” Livia answered his question with a nod, and