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·Hands Off Policy 💀
Just as I had expected, today was the day that would change Hughie's life forever.
For the past few days, I had been a regular at the store where Hughie worked. I had gotten close to him—not as a friend, but close enough. I was beginning to worry that my presence might have altered the plot of this world. Days had passed, yet there was no sign of A-Train. But today, that concern finally faded away.
Unfortunately for Robin and Hughie, the moment had arrived.
Just like in the series, Hughie and Robin stood on the sidewalk, talking. I didn't bother listening to their conversation. Instead, I kept my eyes open, a camera in my hand, its lens peeking out of my pocket.
This was Plan A.
I wasn't planning to go all out just yet. With my powers, I could easily deal with A-Train and anyone on his level—they were nothing but ants to me. But even ants could be annoying.
As Hughie held Robin's hand, I noticed something—she wasn't fully on the sidewalk.
She wasn't in the middle of the road either.
She was just a few centimeters off the curb.
Technically speaking, A-Train wasn't lying when he said she was on the road. But she wasn't in the middle of it. That made sense. Robin's death had always seemed so random, but in the grand scheme of things, she didn't hold much importance. The only reason she mattered was that her death sent Hughie spiraling into a shitstorm.
And just as I had predicted, a blue blur sped down the street, slamming into Robin. In an instant, she was gone.
A-Train skidded to a stop just inches ahead, blood splattered across his blue suit.
"I can't stop. I don't have time to stop," he mumbled.
And then he was gone.
I had anticipated this, so I snapped a picture at just the right moment. The bloodied face of the blue-suited speedster was clearly visible.
Hughie stood frozen, shock consuming him.
I mean, who wouldn't be?
One second, he was holding hands with his girlfriend. The next, she was reduced to nothing but a pair of severed limbs.
I chuckled darkly. If Hughie could preserve her hands, she could still give him a hand job.
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I watched Hughie for a while. It was surreal, knowing exactly how events would unfold around me. But now, it was time to start making my presence known in this world.
And who better to begin with than A-Train?
But first, I needed a suit.
And like any superhero movie or fanfiction, there was an easy way to make money—raiding criminals.
These guys hoarded cash and illegal goods. If I wiped them out, I wouldn't have to worry about money for a while.
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A few hours later…
"It stinks. Fuck."
I covered my nose as I moved through the darkness.
This was supposed to be a den of criminals loaded with cash, yet they lived in absolute filth. With all the money they had, you'd think they'd upgrade their living conditions.
I got this location from an informer—one of those guys who sells information for a price. Normally, their intel isn't free, but I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be.
A few bolts of lightning were enough to loosen his tongue. I even made sure to warn him—if his information was wrong, I'd be back. And not in a friendly way.
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A few minutes later…
"Huh. This looks good."
I stood on a rooftop, surveying the hideout.
There were a lot of people inside—all armed with assault rifles. This wasn't just a hideout; it was a damn fortress.
That informer was going to regret lying to me.
I decided it was time to make my move.
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"Did you hear that?"
Lackey #1 nudged Lackey #2.
Lackey #2 frowned. "What?"
"Something flying?"
Lackey #2 gave him a deadpan look. "You fucker. Did you snort the stash we were supposed to pack?"
Neither of them got to finish their conversation.
I dropped down from above, smashing into them with full force.
By the time I got up, there was nothing left but splattered flesh and blood.
My clothes were soaked in it. It was nauseating at first, but as I kept going, it got easier. After all, I wasn't killing anyone innocent. Not that killing an innocent would stop me now.
I had bigger concerns.
One of the goons panicked and opened fire.
I dashed toward him, grabbed him by the feet, and swung him into another thug.
Then, I kept using his broken body as a weapon.
By the eighth guy, the one in my hands was nothing more than a caved-in mess. I tossed him aside and continued the massacre with my fists.
Not a single bullet touched me.
And that's when I saw him.
A man with red, molten skin. It looked like lava was boiling beneath his flesh.
What the hell?
I grinned.
"Aldrich Killian. I finally found you."
The man stopped, clearly confused.
"Who the hell is Aldrich Killian?" he asked.
I sighed. "You guys never get my comic references. Truly sad."
He scowled and raised his hands—fire erupted from his palms, forming a blazing wall between us.
This was just like the Extremis virus.
"Were you born with these powers, or did you take something called Extremis?" I asked.
His expression twisted in anger. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
I sighed, stepping through the flames. My body barely registered the heat.
He grinned, seeing that his fire had no effect.
"Prepare to be melted, you thunder freak!" he sneered.
I smiled back.
"Sure, Lava Boy. But for that, you'd have to stay alive, right?"
His grin faltered. "What?"
Before he could react, I grabbed his head with one hand and his feet with the other.
And then I ripped him in half.
Blood and molten flesh splattered across the walls.
"Modern problems require modern solutions, huh?"