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.

said with a sigh. “That’s all I ask. I want to protect them. From Dynamis, from the Meta. From you,

be able to shield them from the consequences of their actions.” The Carnival’s threat already loomed over

her eyebrows narrowing in bottled-up frustration. “I just want to know you won’t threaten them. That you aren’t out to kill us. If you can guarantee that, then… then

to reassure her. “I don’t

paranoia, yet she had been

hoped something like this would happen. That someone like you would come along, and remember me. But now

suggested with

“And not in a funny way. I’ve grown used to controlling everything in a loop, and now, you’re threatening

the same way about you. I never met someone immune to my power before. It’s… a little scary, and disturbing.

afraid

Hedgehog’s dilemma hit again!

Ryan reached a decision. It was a very risky move, but he had pushed his chips on the table a long time ago. He might as well see the

give it.” He would be as honest with her as he had been with Len and Jasmine. “But trust is a

considered his proposal for a while, her face thoughtful.

want the truth

any information I gave,

shrug. “Thing is, if neither of us is willing to

looked at this woman, who reminded him so much of

I don’t want

nothing, mulling it over as she sipped her coffee. Eventually,

down her cup on the table. “I accept your

asked, glancing at

of the tension in the room. “That is the

not fond of the wall paint. You should try purple, it

as our ‘hideout,’ of a sort,” Livia admitted, glancing at the chessboard. “It was a private refuge we used when we wanted to get away from our families. It’s discreet, and

the kitten for his lack of taste

is he?” she asked, her tone soft as if

Il Migliore isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, but he will recover. I don’t think he

will ‘wise up’ and return to the fold, but I know better. He was always too stubborn

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

Ryan,” she asked, looking into his eyes. “You

the short

long one,” she said

as it may be, the courier fulfilled his promises, even if

told

unreadable face, until he reached the end of his tale. He would have given everything to know

she said, once he finished

killed, now is the time,” Ryan replied. “Or at

“I…”

the courier was certain she considered lying

have

end, she was an honorable

two Elixirs,” Ryan said.

drank a Blue Elixir, which granted me the ability to see parallel timelines. And with that power, I realized

Ryan asked, the princess nodding in confirmation. “What about your

didn’t inherit the necessary genes. In the realities where they drank a second Elixir, they always went Psycho. And even

her hair, like a teacher preparing a lecture. “Anyway, my power allows me to see and hear through the

as

up to six plasma

back in time by

constantly see myself in two places. The

“And you can interact with

voices and notes, like an archive,” she nodded with a smile, happy he understood her. “I actually noticed notes

kept notes on me,” Ryan guessed. “Notes with dates, about how you met a dashing

princess teased him. Now that they had both opened up, the tension between them had slowly lessened. “But yes. If it had been recorded by an alternate me, then she shouldn’t have been able to perceive you. The way we met was also different, and I had the intuition you

you realize I

“So I looked up what your name meant.

at Livia, trying to see if she was serious. It couldn’t be… “You figured it out, and you aren't evena gamer? There are no words to describe my

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

Ryan ignored the question,

made me think that all true Genomes draw 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.

thoughts and information

that Blue World. It allows you

why I didn’t notice the passage of time in these alternate worlds. Some should have carried

least not as you understand them,” Ryan replied. “I think your power creates and sustains

theory. “You think they aren’t actually universes

them. They only start existing when

princess admitted. “But that would explain why you don’t appear in any of them. You are the controller. The

of them?”

a smug smile. He had triggered a competitive

and moving

in the back

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

you got, Violet?”

Livia admitted with a scowl. “Can you try your time-stop on me,

and she froze like everything else. Unlike her father, she couldn’t

resumed, before noticing a cookie in

your dad is,” Ryan shrugged. “One

in a row.

an eyebrow. “How

thought it was age catching up to him, but no one dared to

annoying from his point of view,” Ryan said with a smirk

your power, or killing you for being an annoyance.” Livia chuckled, before leaving her cookie back with the

time-prank Lightning Butt in the future. “Let me

asked, and Ryan’s glare made her uncomfortable. “Why are you looking at me

to be a cultured person while surrounded by ignorance. He would have to do this woman’s education one

round of chess,” he said, glancing at the board. “You create a temporal anomaly where time flows forward, and since I never experienced a blackout

conceded. “Yes, I create a localized temporal anomaly where time behaves oddly. Events proceed as they should have, had I not used my power, but everyone except me is in a trance following a script. In that anomaly, I am the

that is how it works with everyone

me,” Ryan said with a smirk. “My

the black knight moved on its own. As if you were a ghost capable of affecting the physical

weirdly together, Ryan didn’t dare to invite Acid Rain to the table. “So in that temporal anomaly, I am, what, intangible? Invulnerable?” Livia answered his question with a nod, and the courier remembered Ischia Island. “I think you might have