The Perfect Run

Two presidents had walked into a room, and only one would escape it alive.

“How about we start this debate with gun politics?” Ryan said, as he clocked his Beretta. “Then we can move on to the War on Terror. Spoiler warning: you’re going to lose it hard.”

“I was about to suggest dietary policies, Laddie,” the living Michelin ad replied with pitch-black humor, as he kept his left hand hidden behind his back. Having lived through this situation before, Ryan had a pretty good idea of what, or rather who, he kept in reserve. “You’ll be the second person most concerned.”

He revealed his left hand, and Ryan didn’t flinch.

Big Fat Adam had brought a hostage, as he did during the courier’s suicide run. An Arab boy no older than fourteen, with tears of terror raining down his cheeks. A Rust Town denizen kidnapped to serve as cannon-fodder against the bunker’s defenses.

“And though I prefer to eat French,” Adam said with a vicious smirk, moving his right hand to hold his prisoner like a sandwich, “I can settle for a keb—”

Ryan swiftly shot him thrice, once in the face, and twice in the left hand.

Big Fat Adam closed his eyelids on reflex, but the first bullet impacted on the giant’s left eye and bypassed the carbon skin. The ocular organ exploded into a rain of shrapnel and blood, while the other bullets blew off the Psycho’s thumb.

The surprised Adam let out a roar of pain and agony, and his victim slipped through his bloodied fingers.

“Sorry, fatass, you made that joke before,” Ryan said as he rushed toward the falling victim and activated his power. “And it wasn’t funny the first time either!”

Adam’s right hand lunged to grab his hostage, but stopped inches away from his neck as the world turned purple. Ryan caught his ‘damsel-in-distress’ in his arms, and immediately moonwalked in the opposite direction.

No sooner did time resume than Adam’s carbon fist hit the metal ground, bending the steel.

“Run!” Ryan said, as he helped the hostage stand on his feet.

“But—” he started to speak in a Turkish dialect, too shocked to react.

“Escape through the corridor to the nearest voting booth, and stuff these ballots!” Ryan shouted in the same tongue, while Adam rushed at them with murderous fury. “Vote for me!”

The hostage was too shaken to do his patriotic duty, so Ryan decided to narrow his voting options. He began to freeze time, right as Adam the Ogre protected his face with his right hand.

Huh? Odd timing.

But still, Ryan loved immobile targets, and shot the hardened Psycho in the left leg thrice. One bullet bounced off his knee, but the others blasted holes in the calf.

“Let me introduce you to my friend, Depleted.” Ryan said as time resumed. Adam stumbled on the cold hard ground, and the courier was still out of his hand’s reach. “Family name Uranium.”

President Romano did not believe in gun control.

Where Ryan’s presidential charisma failed, the fear of the opposition worked like a charm. The hostage ran as fast as he could through the entrance corridor, leaving the two POTUS candidates to fight for the White House.

“I remember that voice…” Adam rasped as he rose back to his feet. In spite of the calf wounds, his enhanced Genome metabolism allowed him to carry on. “You’re Bloodstream’s kid. Cesare something. You’re here to settle Daddy’s score with us?”

“Actually, I’m here to take your presidential office for myself,” Ryan said, as he circled the giant from the left and waited for his time-stop’s cooldown to end. “Even people in your campaign staff voted for me!”

“The dead don’t get to vote,” Adam replied, although without any false joviality. His jaw extended as he put his unharmed hand through, and he brought out a grenade with Mechron’s symbol on it. “And you’re forgetting abstention.”

He activated the bomb and tossed it at Ryan.

The courier froze time and dashed to the left side to dodge, while Adam lowered himself as if to sprint.

couldn’t afford to waste his precious special ammo, as he had only a limited amount. Worse, although the bullets were top-notch quality, the caliber couldn’t piece the colossus’ carbon shield in all places. The bones below the knee

to target Adam’s throat and stomach. Ryan wondered how the Psycho’s second power

to find

in his belly, which was so big that he barely bothered to aim. The bullet tore a hole through the carbon skin as time resumed,

to the side to avoid a punch, then lower himself to avoid a second.

at all. Though the courier survived the volley of blows by retreating, he

Elixirs, or substances just

freezing time to get a better line of fire. But Big

crossed

between the giant’s legs. The shot opened a hole in the Psycho’s throat, but once again no blood flowed

resumed, Ryan had ran away as far from the Knockoff vats as possible, while Adam the Ogre

as glanced at the distance between Ryan’s current spot and his previous one. His voice had turned raspy from the throat wound, but he could

know I was a Violet?” Ryan asked, holding the Beretta with one hand and grabbing throwing knives

the blue liquid vat with both hands, and ripping it off the ground. Cables dangled from

Acid Rain.

like Acid Rain. He could sense Ryan’s power, at least

Meta-Gang’s leader for an extended period in the past. Each of them usually fought with back-up, so Ryan never paid his movements full attention. But the way the Psycho covered his vitals whenever the courier attempted to freeze time, or the

way across this very room. He thought the fatass had simply been fast enough to hit him right after his time-stop ended, but now, the courier wondered if

after so many loops,

the Fatass didn’t have the reflexes nor teleportation ability to fully

at his right eye. Adam closed his eyelid and

than the glass vat did, blowing off Adam’s other eye. Ryan froze time before

left, but he was burning through

liquid and glass shards in all directions. Ryan had escaped to safety by then, but a puddle of liquid

it past his clothes and reached the skin

this time. His face had turned red from the blood flowing from his eyes. If anything, the outside now matched the inside in

the last,” Ryan replied, before realizing his mistake as the blind Psycho tossed the vat in his direction.

one, both covering half the chamber’s ground. Adam dragged a heavy flail from

the chamber’s exit. His boots made

flail lunged for Ryan’s head so fast that the courier had to stop time to avoid becoming a Picasso picture, rushing into the corridor without looking back. The time-traveler heard the flail’s spiked head hit a wall with a

Or so he thought.

waist, making him stumble inside

sticking out from his trenchcoat.

so easy without space to run around, huh?” Adam said as he dropped the

widened, a crossbow bolt

“Lived through this before.”

Shit.

Ryan opened fire with the Beretta. He blew holes in the blind Adam’s throat and chest, while the Psycho responded by spitting out a volley

When time resumed, one of his foe’s projectiles hit him in the right leg below

wounds didn’t slow him down at all. “I knew something was up when I watched you on the cams.

With one last card up his sleeve, the courier put a hand in his trench coat and grabbed his

your pocket

so much, then the real deal will hurt even worse.” Adam opened his mouth, the tip of a Blue

replied before throwing the triggered A-bomb down Adam’s

Psycho covered his mouth with his

bullet wounds on his foe’s chest and throat started to light up. “Bon appétit,” he