The Perfect Run

For the first time in centuries, Ryan woke up at peace with himself.

Certainly, he had had good mornings in the past. Waking up next to Jasmine would remain one of his most cherished memories. But nothing could compare to this beautiful moment. His body was numb from the endorphins; the tension in his muscles had long vanished. He could have stayed in his bed all day, smiling at the ceiling.

Ryan Romano was happy.

It took a herculean effort of will to rise up and put on his presidential costume, for he still had work to do. As he dressed, the courier glanced at the hole a robot made in his bowler hat. One loop ago, the cruel sight would have triggered an epic, city-destroying rampage.

But not today.

Ryan emerged from his room smiling behind his mask, and found Frank keeping watch in front of the doors. The giant immediately welcomed him with a military salute. “Good morning, Mr. President. Nothing to report.”

Ryan smiled at the poor, deluded creature, his heart full of warmth and compassion. “Agent Frank,” he said while putting a hand on the man’s back, though he had to stand on his toes. “You are the greatest hero this nation’s ever had. You are everything an American citizen should be.”

His kind words shook the titan to the core. Frank would have cried, if he wasn’t made of metal. “Thank you, Mr. President. Everything I do is to honor my father. He died from a KFC overdose while hanging Nazis with a lasso.”

“A most American way to die. He would be so proud of you, son.”

Though Ryan would have to make sure Frank and Len never ended up in the same room. He had the intuition it would backfire.

Leaving his favorite guard to his watch, Ryan moved into the recreational area while whistling to himself. He didn’t care about the hanged gremlins dangling from the ceiling, or how Rakshasa struggled to clean up a blood puddle on the floor.

Everything just felt… right.

“Oh, you’re awake, boss?” Ryan glanced at the speaker, noticing Sarin playing pool with Mosquito. The bugman had bandages all over his shoulders and wings. “We’ve got a problem. The rabbits kept pestering the kids to play outside, and they moved into the Junkyard after killing all the gremlins.”

“They flogged me when I tried to stop them,” Mosquito complained, pointing at the bandages. “They flogged me.”

“That too.”

“It’s okay,” Ryan replied calmly. If the plushies didn’t destroy the world today, it would be something else, like an asteroid or a plague. No biggie.

Hazmat Girl didn’t look convinced. “Didn’t you stress that your rabbits shouldn’t go outside under any circumsta—”

“My dear lovely Sarin.” Ryan put his hands on his VP’s shoulders. “Everything is going to be fine. I promise you, darling.”

“Are you high?” she asked while abandoning her cue, sounding disgusted with her superior. “I know we have a juice production facility, but… what’s the saying…”

“Don’t get high on your own product. I know, I ran a drug cartel.” Which turned out great! “Sarin, I have something to say. You’re not the best sidekick I had, that would be the but I like you. I like you very much.”

Sarin pushed Ryan back and raised a vibrating fist in his direction. He had opened his heart to her, and that was how she reacted? “Okay, what’s wrong with you? You’re weirder than usual.”

“I feel like being nice today,” Ryan said, letting out a sigh of pure bliss. “No cruel joke, no sarcasm, no mean remarks. Just pure kindness.”

“Well get back to normal, you’re creeping the shit out of me.”

“I prefer him this way,” Mosquito said, immediately trying to exploit the situation. “Does that mean we get free juice today, since you’re in a good mood?”

“Of course, dear leech,” Ryan said, the bugman loudly rejoicing. “Enjoy your day off, my friends. For tomorrow, we’ll go to war.”

Manada’s ultimatum expired the day after, and while Ryan had a plan to get rid of him, it would involve a clash with Il Migliore. Perhaps even the Carnival, if the two groups already made contact during this loop.

Now that the president had secured his white house and electoral base, he would take the city by storm.

The elevator to the lower levels opened before Ryan could explain his plan to his trusty minions. Mongrel stepped out first, followed by a blonde woman with bloodshot eyes. She kept her head down and avoided others’ gazes, as if afraid of overstepping.

It took Ryan a split second to recognize Acid Rain.

Her behavior, her posture, the way she moved… everything but her appearance had changed. She gave off an entirely different vibe than the murderous madwoman the courier had grown used to. Her posture screamed meek.

“Rain?” Mosquito asked, probably expecting the violent maniac to flip out and murder them. “Rain, is that you?”

“I’m, uh… I’m Helen.” Even her voice wasn’t the same, now that she didn’t scream all the time. “That’s my real name. Helen.”

“Who let you out?” Sarin asked, pointing her hands at her.

“The Doc. He said I… that the treatment worked.” Acid Rain scratched the back of her head as everyone looked at her in shock, before smiling sheepishly at Ryan. “Sorry I tried to kill you before. I… I wasn’t thinking straight.”

you.” Ryan’s heart overflowed with compassion, and Sarin lowered her

me too,” Mongrel spoke,

turned in his direction. “You can

his hand.

up from a long nightmare,” Acid Rain said, smiling at Ryan. “Thanks for helping. I… I’m truly grateful, like you wouldn’t

won’t last forever, from what I gathered,” Mongrel

to chemical products much quicker than normal

it right. “We have the tools to figure out a permanent solution,” he said, glancing at Mongrel. “I

gonna fight you on this,” Mongrel said. “I don’t wanna go back to eating rats, ya dig?

plight. “You were already barely better than a dog when Adam

read White Genomes affected other Genomes, but I couldn’t get my power to work. So I figured, hey, there’s gotta be faulty Elixirs lying around, and I drew the short end of the stick. I already planned on buying a knockoff before I found

how it went, a shiver down his spine. “You drank a knockoff since you believed

Much like how Casper the ghost only transformed post-mortem, some powers needed very specific circumstances to activate, misleading their

confirmed with a nod. “I swear, if you find a cure, I’m never touching an Elixir

either?” Mosquito asked Acid Rain. “You gutted our previous teleporter in a fit of

no.” The young woman shook her head, her eyes betraying her horror. “I… that wasn’t

sincere, so Ryan gave her the benefit of the doubt. “Something has been bugging me,” the courier said, seizing the opportunity to interrogate her. “In your insane state, you kept rambling about how I barred the gates,

days as a madwoman. “Well, I don’t remember everything. It’s all a

portal?” Ryan frowned behind

switch with my raindrops it’s… it’s not instantaneous. It looks like it from the outside, but from my point of view… everything goes purple, and I move from one spot to another

World when you teleport, using it as a shortcut through space.” It explained why their powers could sense

voices too. I’m not sure if it’s talking to me, or

“Thing is, I have been able to open a gate to the Purple World in the past, but only with my

could go back in time with that place. I know you could. It’s…

a knowing look, and though he beamed with happiness, he was careful enough not to

joining her fingers and

drank a Violet Elixir, in spite of the

but… I thought I could give it to a friend. That maybe they would luck out. But Adam... Adam caught me and... he took the Violet

a traumatized victim having a

myself. So he… opened the bottle and...” Her voice died

her tale, and suddenly realized that Hannifat Lecter’s obsession with

It was a habit.

bastard shattered people into broken shells of their former selves, until they had

apologized, crushing her hopes. Even if he managed to access the Purple World, according to Darkling, the Ultimate One would preserve causality and avoid time-paradoxes. “But we’re going to help you, at least.

Acid Rain, of all people. She

of humanity?

jackass,” Sarin said, before returning to the pool game. She wasn’t one for emotional moments. “Anyone else wanna

dead gremlins dangling from the ceiling. “Also, why

she sent an

the room, avoiding a blood puddle and immediately rushing at Acid Rain’s feet. “Hey,

at the toaster in absolute confusion, and then at Ryan. “Is this a prank?”

said seductively. His game was

get butter when you don’t have arms?” Ryan pointed out the

leave some for us,” Toasty replied. “When are you putting me inside that big hot mech in the garage? Then,

“Tomorrow, my friend. Tomorrow.”

robots and

never

his mooks on his devilish plan,

a modest Genius workshop in one of the underground chambers close to the holographic dome. Ryan had disabled the

projector at the chamber’s center showed a map of planet Earth, with half a dozen glowing red points around Eurasia. Perhaps they indicated Mechron’s remaining

on the brain-copying machine.

circles around Len’s eyes, but not today. She looked as well-rested as Ryan himself, and her cheeks had regained some

and they work

do a great deal of good when he wanted to. If the courier learned how to reproduce his miracle drugs, he could provide Len with treatment

of loneliness. “Now we proved it works and Psyshock won’t follow

since this loop would probably end

“When I looked at Sarah, and how she had never seen my sanctuary, I… I understood how you felt. People forgetting

he sat on the workbench. “Now we can bring more people into the loop. I

problem, Riri,” Len said, biting her lower lip. “The machine can only send one brain map back in time at once. Maybe I can improve it and raise that number, but for now… we’re limited to one

and send you back each

we have a place where we can store the