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.

Ryan said, looking

on the backseat looked back at the courier with fear. For a moment, Ryan almost felt pity for the murderous bag of bones. But then, he remembered his previous loop, and how Ghoul had encouraged his boss to turn the time-traveler

terrible smile causing the undead to whine in stark, raving

“Open your mouth.”

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

walked towards the motel. He noticed light coming from Livia’s room, but no Killer Seven member was guarding the door.

whistled as he opened the suite’s door, finding his former first lady waiting for him. The table was set, with delightful cookies

Ryan. She wore an elegant blue leather coat and long velvet gloves, a true femme

he closed the door behind him.

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

frowned. “What

remember everything, you have outlived your usefulness. I have all the intel I need to take over this city, and the only

…

Shit.

Shit!

Ryan complained, his hand moving to his coat to

courier froze, as Livia’s hands moved to her chair. Somehow, her every movement seemed effortlessly threatening. “Cancel

activated his power, and the world turned purple as he prepared

could his time-stop still work if Cancel was around

noticed the smile she

No way.

wouldn’t dare. She

the door when time resumed, and found no killer

She dared.

behind him, the hidden knife back inside his trenchcoat. “You

face. “I know this is silly, but I always wanted to make a speech like

last loop as Ryan’s sidekick

created a

I didn’t know how you would react, which is why I did it.” Livia shyly joined her hands. “Can you forgive

blame someone with such an impeccable fashion sense,” Ryan said, sitting around the table. “But don’t try it again, princess, I

instantly turned to horror. “Truly?” Livia asked while she sat as

them of the truth,” Ryan admitted, warming his hands by touching his coffee cup. “Some tried to restrain

her joke. Her hands moved to touch his own, and they felt warmer

it’s alright. If anything, you’re helping them to heal.” At long 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 test of time. “I

do you mean?” Livia frowned, as she suddenly realized the cookies had vanished. “Did you eat them in

Ryan smiled.

as she returned the smile, her hands moving back to her own coffee cup. “So, Ryan. How do

warmed Ryan’s heart like a campfire on a cold

a mutated Bloodstream prisoner inside their lab fortress, and how Len’s presence allowed it to escape. He told her of his allies’ last stand against Alphonse Manada, how Bloodstream destroyed New Rome, and how Augustus chose to attack

he managed to hurt Lightning Butt though. His daughter might not react well, and Ryan himself didn’t fully

horrifying,” she said, sipping her coffee thoughtfully. “Seeing your stepfather in such a

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

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

is in contact with Len’s blood, he won’t develop an immunity to it.” The monster didn’t do so either when Shortie’s fluids touched a Knockoff Elixir, perhaps

“Even with the best vaccination campaign, many will

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

are more accurate. The odds of this pandemic are low, but increase dramatically if Alphonse Manada takes over Dynamis. And he will, given time; it might

realized that Atom Smasher was the real threat among his

Ryan somewhat. “Out of all the disasters we must solve, this one

scowled. “When will the Meta-Gang use Mechron’s

early as May 12th. The malevolent sociopath had almost pulled the trigger when the Manada invaded his HQ

will wage war on them,” Livia said sorrowfully. “Destroying New

sorry,” Ryan apologized. “Your father

said, looking away. “Do you have a paper

paper sheet, planning the month of May. She added crosses on the 12th, 18th, and 28th—the rough date of Hargraves’ planned arrival, though Ryan never carried a

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

be done today in the final loop. The fatass is throwing people at the bunker’s defenses as we speak.” The memory of Hannifat

not the final one even in the best case scenario?” Livia asked with a frown. “You want

first.” Much like during his suicide run, Ryan would demolish Ghoul, and then attack the bunker afterward. “If Adam and Psyshock can be neutralized, then I can subsume their minions. If we have a cure for

bunker if I call upon more help,” Livia said. “Fortuna would

make 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.

this complicates the next loop.” Livia crossed her arms. “Can you

with his considerable financial resources, the Genius device needed pieces difficult to make without a support network. “I will need more technological resources. Either the

“I will not ask for

new villain speech if I give it away?” Ryan

surprise you again,” she mused, though her smile quickly

the Carnival to halt its assault on your family if I swear to play double agent, destroy the Bliss Factory, and sabotage

Island’s destruction