Chapter 46: 3.18
11 AM, 24rd April, 1989.
Location: Hotel Room.
Finally, all packed. Flash and Goldie seem to be getting along quite well, I can leave them to it. At the last few minutes she was able to choose how she destroyed objects, vertically, horizontally or at an angle. She even managed to work out a few resonance frequencies, so that she can shatter glass or quartz just by vibrating at the appropriate tone.
I pause to think back on my actions with Zsasz, but I still feel nothing but satisfaction. I mean those agents were all so weepy over the serial killer, but really what was humanity's loss?
Oh poor Zsasz, he never had a chance to be the serial killer that Gotham feared. He only managed to kill random people around the nation.
There is an ethical question: if you went back in time, would you kill Hitler as a baby?
If your answer is yes, you are still killing an innocent child, which is reprehensible.
If the answer is no, remember it is Hitler, the architect of hundreds of millions of deaths.
If this was the killing baby Hitler scenario, then this Zsasz is Hitler just about to accept the title of Fuhrer. At this point, it's certain he is going to kill people, the question is 'how many?' before he is put down. Usually that answer is 'too many' if he is left alive.
Even finger-less, how long before he bought some cybernetic claws? Or strapped knives to his stumps? Zsasz would never stop killing, or even want to try.
So I feel no guilt, only satisfaction I rid the world of a demon in human form.
Burn in hell where you belong.
Now for another road trip. I'm headed North West. Captain Marvel awaits.
Short amount of backtracking, since Central City is closer to the East Coast than Captain Marvel's Fawcett City. But really with the speeds I can reach, that isn't anything serious.
The countryside passes swiftly. I do have to fend off occasional birds that think I'm a threat, but that's easy. Just fly faster!
I stop at a rest area and pick up a hotdog and Soder. Some kids… I realise they are my age, in theory… are there and goad me into taking photos with them.
As a result they manage to drag me along to meet their friends and soon I'm swamped in teenagers. Which is quite awkward. I hadn't realised I had a following in the States, but having seen me in news casts over destroyed robot armies and stopped tornadoes seems to have helped.
They even knew who Flash was, in theory. The Other Lightning Bolt Guy, they called him. Because of Captain Marvel, who also has a lightning bolt design on his costume and was far easier to interact with than the guy who runs faster than a human can see. Add in Black Lightning and you have three.
So I broke out the party tricks, juggling a dozen knives one-handed as I told stories of my adventures, heavily edited of course.
Powers are surprisingly enough a chick magnet. (Shocking, I know!). Too bad they were all far too young… er… I was too old? Eh, screw it. It's too confusing for me, so I'm not entering a physical relationship until I'm at least eighteen and so is my partner.
So just four and a half years to go. Oh god, this is going to suck.
Giving the kids flight lessons inside barriers was quite a draw for the kids from the town I had stopped in. However I eventually decided to leave, when the police and reporters arrived. I didn't want to touch that can of worms again, any time soon.
Back to flying.
So peaceful. I paused to observe a magnificent vista.
Which left me completely unprepared for the impact that I'm fairly certain cracked my ribs and sent me spinning in a tumble toward the ground. Shit, whatever that was hit me like a freight train. Straight through my barrier and slapped me aside. I barely even sensed it, it was moving so fast.
FLYING so fast.
My luggage fell, but I ignored that, focused on the attacker as he hovered there. Waiting.
I regained altitude and rose to observe my attacker. He just remained there, grinning. Dressed in black with yet another lightning bolt design on his chest.
Oh fuck no…
Black Adam!
No…
I turned to flee. His smile grew.
He wanted to make this sporting as he destroyed me, huh? Big mistake. While I didn't have much to draw upon in the open countryside, iron rich soil was common enough. He also made another error, he underestimated my speed. He was fast and quite manoeuvrable but I was more than just a little faster.
I skimmed along, ahead of him by metres as I raised a massive cloud of iron dust.
Putting in an effort he almost caught hold of me, increasing his acceleration to match mine. I replied with iron spikes launched at maximum force at his cruel face. He merely turned his head with the impacts, the iron deflecting off his skin. Damn invulnerability and damn flying bricks in general!
So regular tactics are useless.
Worm tactics then.
How to kill an invulnerable human?
Smother him in dust!
He seemed oblivious of my plan at first simply coughing, before that damn Wisdom of Zehuti kicked in and his eyes widened. He backed away then, heading for the ground and the edge of my range. Which was my prompt to exit, stage right. Because I had no way to take down a brute like that. He's practically Kryptonian without the inherent weaknesses.
To make my point, trees began to fly in my direction as they were hurled my way. Yes, time to leave.
I retrieved my bag and fled, as he tried to ambush me from the treeline in a straight accelleration.
Yeah, not even going to try to fight you anymore. Not until I've got something special. One day, I'll return this insult. Just you wait. You'll regret this.
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