Chapter 14 - Pulsar's update
Nine months since Day One and we were doing pretty well.
Olympus was growing. We were making a difference in human society and even better... they noticed. Overall the coverage of our activities was positive despite constant reminders by the US government that we were all technically criminals and traitors. We had reached a good portion of the MetaHuman population with the Pact and it was working.
There were some battles you never heard about of course but most ended up on the news. A group would pop up somewhere, do some damage, probably kill some people and disappear. Some of us would arrive in town and hunt them down.
Most never took Meta names or thought of themselves as villains. They were just out to use their powers for fun and profit.
We worked hard to avoid combat on city streets. If one of us saw a crime in progress regardless of location we would want to respond but the result of our kind of combat was usually destruction. We weighed the cost of taking action against the danger in front of us. Sometimes you just have to wait. If lives were being lost then we always acted.
It has been alleged that we enjoyed destroying the municipal properties of the very cities we risked our lives to defend. We did not enjoy it. The people we fought did most of that. A lot of them took great pleasure in the chaos they could cause. We operated the way we did because it was the way to reduce casualties. We tried to keep people from getting hurt.
One of the wonders of our times that is not related to my kind is global communications. News travels, anyone can see the news from anywhere, books are published on every possible subject.
Even books by Murderers, Sadists, Rapists & flat-out Monsters.
Even books by cold heartless people who died at my own hand.
Even them.
History is told by the victors eh? Well not anymore. This is our story. Their story has been coming out since Day One actually. The first book that alleged it would tell the true story of the Fateful Four came out 33 days after the actual battle itself.
Question? How many of the scum that we hunted down like dogs had a best selling book?
Answer? Too f------ many.
The only good thing I can say about most of them is that the profits generally go to the surviving families of the lost. They have all of the sympathy and compassion that Psyche and Nova have beaten into my head over the years.
Sadly in well over half the cases it is only distant relatives who benefit from the posthumous publishing of such a work. Immediate families are most often the first victims of a Meta who goes over to the dark side.
If you think we had been sailing along at this point, dispatching our opponents left and right without a worry you would be half right. We were succeeding at a great many things. Those like us who went public in a criminal way found our response fairly quick and very final.
There are people we have not yet been able to stop. Loki had not played any more games with us but he was still out there. We knew of a few Metas who were gathering forces but had not yet made any serious moves. Mostly they were based in Europe or Asia. Something was definitely up in China. We just could not figure out what.
MetaHumans had begun disappearing from North America and appearing elsewhere a short time later. Someone was making money by getting people away from us. One thing it was pretty easy for us to learn was that the people who were leaving had ample reason not to want to meet us.
Olympus had the advantage of having gotten started first, we were far bigger than any other group could hope to be. I intended for it to stay that way so we did a lot of recruiting. Those Metas who did not want to live at Olympus were offered training anyway, most accepted. I built up a reserve force that eventually turned into some of the independent teams.
But there were some that we could not catch or could not beat.
There was Zippy.
He calls himself Mercury but we call him Zippy or something worse. The one rogue speedster.
Speedsters can see each other at about the normal distance. Catching one that does not want to be caught is damn near impossible. So far despite the constant effort of Olympus's speedsters, the bastard is still out there. And if I have been at all successful in describing how much my speedy friends do the phrase 'constant effort' should really mean something.
There is no way to calculate how many deaths Zippy has caused. He ranges over the globe and he kills by accident more often than not. But what does that matter except to make it more horrible. Humans mean nothing to him what a flat phrase but it is the simple truth.
If you analyze automobile accidents you can find spikes that represent his movement in different areas. The longer he is in one place the more people die. We tried to find him this way once. The numbers we eventually attributed to him were too heartbreaking to reveal.
Three years at supersonic speed. I do not mean to sound flip but move over Hitler the new King of the Dead has arrived.
I should have them delete that last part. I am trying to talk about someone who I hate more than I thought was possible for me. If I am walking along with my shield down and a viper bites me I would not hate the snake. It might kill me but it is just being a snake. I might kill it but I would not hate it.
Zippy is a man. A MetaHuman. A superpowered superspeedster, yes, but still a man. He has chosen his path.
Because of him we built the Wall. Geo, with a team of engineers, designed and created it. Huge, thick and dense it was meant to keep Zippy out. The Gates of Olympus serve the same purpose, multiple layers, sensors, defenses, we are not kidding around.
Zippy has invaded Olympus twice both before the Wall. The first time Speed talked to him and ended up chasing him off. The second time he killed two new MetaHumans, six Security personnel and two of the Admin people before Speed and Kid Flash could arrive to drive him away.
After the second invasion we had recruited all the remaining speedsters to bring us to the familiar six you all know so well. I decided that I needed to impress upon them how much I wanted Zippy stopped and by stopped I meant stone cold dead. I don't mess around either.
I had Geo construct six knives with 12 inch blades. They were made of some of that extra hard metal that he creates and had a special surprise in the handle. The most powerful battery we could find could turn the blade into a vicious weapon for 10 seconds. I know that seems short to us but to them it was as perfect.
Speed called 10 seconds “like a hundred round clip”.
The metal was black and double-edged. The hilt and handle were heavy non-reflective black. And when I make something non-reflective I really do it up right. The knives are slivers of midnight, evil looking things. They matched the purpose for which they were forged and I was quite pleased with the result of the work.
When I presented the six with the new weapons I kept it short, as was appropriate.
“I have had these made for each of you because one of the people who was gifted with your power has become our enemy. He is out there right now, killing. He has killed people on our own soil. Take these. Find him. Kill him. Continue with all your other tasks but get him.”
They look and they keep looking. I've lost track of the number of times they have almost got him but those keep happening on a regular basis.
We will get him. They will get him.
But even if it were to happen this very second it would be far, far too late.
An angry god has rained death on the Earth for years. Nothing we can do will ever change that.
Mercury aka Zippy
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