The Perfect Run

In the end, all of Ryan’s loops started the same way.

By ramming his car into Ghoul’s back.

“You know, you have become a fixture in my life,” Ryan said as he exited his Plymouth and walked into Renesco’s bar. By now, this place had become a second home to the courier. He had grown almost paternally fond of the wall he kept crashing into. “I’ve had more dates with you than with Jasmine.”

Ghoul wriggled on the ground, trying to rise up again using the bar counter. The barman Renesco hid behind it, unsure how to react to Ryan’s unforgettable entrance. The courier happily waltzed through debris, wind entering the establishment through the hole in the wall.

“I thought my life was a black comedy, maybe a tragicomedy, but now I realize… it was a vampire romance all along.” Ryan loomed over Ghoul, hands behind his back. The Psycho was halfway back on his feet, while the other patrons dared not interfere. “Do your bones shine in sunlight?”

“What the hell are you talki—” Ghoul screamed as Ryan introduced the undead's knee to his boot, the Psycho collapsing on the ground. “You bastard!”

“All of this to say that I’m not stalking you,” the courier said, as he kicked his beloved again. “I mean, look at me. I’m handsome. Only ugly people stalk, that’s well known. If I hurt you, it’s out of love.”

His love of hurting Ghoul.

Darkling had said that the Black Ultimate One would remove it from causality and all future resets, and Ryan had wondered if it also applied to its previous hosts. However, the bag of bones had returned without any memory of the previous loop.

Which meant that Big Fat Adam lived again, plotting mischief.

“I’m calling Security!” the barman Renesco complained behind the bar counter, while the wounded Ghoul tried to crawl away from Ryan. The undead looked at the courier as if he were insane, which wounded his soft, sensible heart.

Ryan didn’t react well to rejection.

“I know your secret weakness, Ghoul,” Ryan said, as he opened his car’s backdoor. “A kryptonite you cannot hope to defend yourself against.”

A dirty street dog leaped out of the Plymouth Fury, her sparkling eyes lacking anything resembling intelligence; she was the bastard daughter of a mastiff and a greyhound, and inherited the ugliest parts of both. Her tongue stuck out, fleas happily moving on from her blackening fur to greener pastures. This plebeian creature lacked Eugène-Henry’s aristocratic flair but had a certain rustic charm, though her terrible stench made the bar’s patrons recoil.

“Her name is Henriette. I found her eating trash on my way to the bar, and I bought her loyalty with a ham.” Ryan always kept food in his car for situations like this. “Now, as a cat person, this may seem like a betrayal. And it is!”

Ryan petted his hellhound behind the ears, and she loved it very much. All dogs wanted affection. “I have no shame, no hesitation, no principles!”

“What do you want?” Ghoul asked, looking at Henriette with dread. The she-dog had noticed him, her eyes rising up as she gazed at his barebone legs with hunger.

The Psycho knew what was coming.

“Only your pain,” Ryan replied, pointing a finger at his prey. “Go, girl!”

Henriette leaped on Ghoul, and he couldn’t crawl away fast enough.

The dog brought her new master a beautiful femur a few seconds later, and she was very proud of it too.

Ghoul was only the first person on Ryan’s Christmas list. After the tense ending of the previous loop, the courier needed a moment of respite and catharsis before getting down to business.

Ryan’s next naughty child lived not so far from Jamie’s own house. The courier knocked on the door of a single-story bungalow, so perfect in its mundanity. Only the condemned windows indicated something wrong with the tenant.

The door soon opened, revealing a lean, gaunt man with snow white skin and raven hair. This pallid scarecrow remained in the darkness, fearing the sunlight that would certainly burn his unholy soul. Garish, colorful paint figments covered his dirty clothes. The black circles around his bloodshot, green eyes told Ryan he had just woken up.

Damn, not only was this man a hitman, but he was also a vampire!

“Richard Pinkman?” Ryan asked. “Night Terror?”

“Uh… yes?” The vampire squinted suspiciously at the courier. “Do we know each other?”

“I have something for you, though it’s a bit late.” Ryan wanted to make this delivery in the last loop, but never found the opportunity to do so. “The night is dark and full of terrors, huh?”

The man frowned, realizing that his visitor knew of his power and its limitations. The vampire’s hand moved to his back, perhaps looking for a gun; as if he could hurt the pure of heart. “What kind of delivery?”

Ryan punched him in the face so hard, that the man stumbled backward. His back hit something with a loud clatter, though the courier couldn’t see due to the darkness inside the house.

“Don’t make me live through my childhood traumas again,” Ryan warned the vicious telepath. The fact these nightmares became real afterward had left the courier bitter. “You can’t fathom how much money I spent on therapists.”

Night Terror didn’t answer, knocked out cold.

Ryan took a moment to check off his Christmas list, finding the next name to be Karen Ricci, alias the Vamp. After the vampire, the witch. Unfortunately, it was getting late, and the courier might not survive his plan for her. Luigi came afterward, but Ryan was too tired for a late-afternoon hockey match.

“Maybe later.”

A princess waited for him.

Ryan reached the Deadland motel by nightfall, parking his car near the entrance. Henriette sat at his side, the bastard dog whining at her new master with shameful eyes. Though he favored cats and rabbits above all else, Ryan had learned how to handle dogs across loops. He knew that look.

“You want a litter box?”

Henriette yapped in response, her tongue sticking out of her mouth. She made a face only a dog lover could appreciate.

looking at the rearview

moment, Ryan almost felt pity for the murderous bag of bones. But then, he remembered his

removed his mask and hat, his terrible smile causing the undead

“Open your mouth.”

were music to Ryan’s ears, though they ended too soon. The Psycho had

and walked towards the motel. He noticed light coming from Livia’s

waiting for him. The

the other side, her back turned against Ryan. She wore an elegant blue leather coat and long velvet gloves, a true femme fatale straight out of a detective noir

door behind him. “How was

him with cold amusement. Her face reminded Ryan of her aunt Pluto's lovely deadliness. “Pretty good,” she said, her tone dangerous.

“What do you

usefulness. I have all the intel I

…

Shit.

Shit!

friends!” Ryan complained, his hand moving to

chair. Somehow, her every movement seemed effortlessly threatening. “Cancel is

over again! Ryan reflexively activated his power, and the world turned purple as he prepared

time-stop still work if Cancel

at the frozen Livia, and noticed the smile she

No way.

wouldn’t dare. She

quickly opened the door when time resumed, and found no killer

She dared.

said while closing the gate behind him, the

with a warm, delightful laughter. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, a sheepish grin on her face. “I know this is

Ryan’s sidekick

had created

know how you would react, which is

sitting around the table. “But don’t try it

to horror. “Truly?” Livia asked while she sat as well. “What

his hands by touching his coffee cup. “Some

to touch his own, and they felt warmer than the cup. “I’m sorry, Ryan. I didn’t wish to open up old

last, Ryan had an ally that would help up across future loops. With Livia’s help, he could make his allies remember him. His friendships would survive the

realized the cookies

Ryan smiled.

as she returned the smile, her hands moving back to

warmed Ryan’s heart like

Len’s presence allowed it to escape. He told her of

managed to hurt Lightning Butt though. His daughter might not react well, and Ryan himself didn’t fully understand what happened. He needed more time to figure that part

Livia listened, the deeper the frown on her face. “This is horrifying,” she said, sipping her coffee thoughtfully. “Seeing your

Seeing Bloodstream devour his own daughter only reinforced Ryan’s poor opinion of him. “Death will

kill him? If he makes up Dynamis’ Knockoff Elixirs, then a part of him will remain within

The monster didn’t do so either when Shortie’s fluids touched a

through injections,” Livia pointed out. “Even with the best vaccination campaign, many will refuse to give up their powers. Especially since most

and people smoke while thinking they’ll win the coin toss.” Ryan let out a shrug. “I have an

Livia said, joining her fingers. “Now that I know what is inside Lab Sixty-Six, my visions are more accurate. The odds of this pandemic are low, but increase dramatically if Alphonse Manada takes over

incompetent chairman didn’t worry the courier much. By now, he had realized that Atom Smasher was the real

we must solve, this one is

the

used the weapon on the last date, but Ryan had seen him and Psypsy take over the bunker as early as May 12th. The malevolent

wage war on

“Your father

away. “Do

planning the month of May. She added crosses on the 12th, 18th, and

Livia stated the obvious as she examined the calendar. “We have four days to prepare

the bunker’s defenses as we speak.” The memory of Hannifat Lecter threatening to eat a hostage still haunted the

one even in the best case scenario?” Livia asked with a frown.

the bunker afterward. “If Adam and

with the assault, but I’m afraid my father will catch wind of the bunker if I call upon more help,” Livia said. “Fortuna would

up for Darkling’s absence or the plushie’s inactivity, or maybe not. Shortie would probably help even without her memories, and perhaps Shroud too. “I need to perfect the memory transfer. The more

manually transfer memories. If you perish early, then this complicates the next loop.”

difficult to make without a support network. “I will need more technological resources.

argued. “I will not ask for the machine’s

speech if I give it away?” Ryan teased

it will surprise you again,” she mused, though

on your family if I swear to play double agent, destroy the Bliss Factory, and sabotage your mob’s

Island’s destruction prevent