The Perfect Run
Chapter 33
It was May 10th. Psyshock would attack the orphanage any minute, and Ryan intended to give the telepath a headache he would never forget.
A shotgun in hand and the Fisty Brothers equipped, the courier prowled the orphanage’s hallways, where the kids were busy gathering food and toys in travel bags. To his worry though, he found no trace of Len.
“What’s happening?” Ryan asked little Giulia, upon crossing paths with her. Unlike her fellow orphans, who had taken food or toys, the little blonde mostly carried books on herself. Meeting this child after learning what Psyshock did to her in a previous loop only reinforced the courier's resolve.
“Mama says she’s taking us to the magical place early,” she explained, looking down instead of facing the Genome's eyes. She seemed far shyer than Sarah. “So we have to pack our stuff.”
Wise. No doubt Hannifat Lecter would attack the place again with larger numbers after his pet squid bit the dust here.
Hopefully, Ryan would receive backup. The courier had informed Jamie of the attack when they met at the Bakuto, even giving him the A-bomb as a bribe for Vulcan to sweeten the deal. He provided all the intel necessary, though Ryan couldn’t be certain if the information would pass through the chain of command until the moment of truth.
“Where is she?” the Genome asked. The courier could take out Psypsy and his group on his own easily enough if he cut loose, but he couldn’t prevent the body-jumper from transferring himself.
“She’s in her room. We shouldn’t bother her.”
“Well, I’ve bothered her since the day we met,” Ryan replied, leaving Giulia behind and moving towards Len’s bedroom. From what he had understood, it used to be the office of the shelter’s director, before they left the place to rust.
He knocked on the door, receiving no answer. While it was locked, the courier had long mastered the art of breaking and entering. “Len?” he asked after unlocking the door, finding the bedroom shrouded in thick darkness. “Shortie?”
Only a meowing sound answered him.
Ryan quickly flipped the light switch and found himself facing a giant diver suit. The same one Len wore when she tried to rescue him from Acid Rain.
“Shortie?” Ryan asked, before looking behind the armor. He found Len sitting on a chair next to a mattress, staring at a wall. When he took a step forward, the Genome almost tripped on a medicine box, noticing dozens on the floor. “Shortie?”
No answer. Len just stared blankly at the wall, while Eugène-Henry von Schrodinger rested on her lap. Her eyes were blackened by sleeplessness and exhaustion.
She looked dead.
“Len? Len!” When he received no answer, the courier approached a free hand from her shoulder, intending to shake her back to consciousness.
“Don’t!” Her sudden reaction startled both Ryan and the cat on her lap; it was as if she had woken up from a nightmare. Len then put her hands on her ears, as if struggling against a terrible headache. “Don’t come closer!”
It reminded Ryan of the first time they met again under the sea, except somehow even worse.
The courier said nothing, glancing at the boxes on the ground. He grabbed one, finding it empty. “Len,” Ryan said with dead seriousness, tossing the empty container on the bed. “If you weren’t a Genome, you would have overdosed from all these pills.”
“If I didn’t have powers, I wouldn’t need so many of them.”
“It’s true Genomes had an enhanced metabolism, but still, do you know these medications shouldn’t be taken together?”
No answer.
“You aren’t following any treatment,” Ryan realized, horrified.
“If I don’t take them, I don’t want to do anything,” Len snapped. Clearly, her mood had worsened, perhaps due to the wrong drug combination. “If I don’t take them, I… I can’t talk to you at all. I don’t want to do anything except use my power.”
She couldn’t even interact with others except under heavy medication.
How many did she take under the sea? Did the fact they met in her sanctum make it worse back then? Seeing his friend deteriorating that much horrified Ryan, but he didn’t know what to say.
“I… I’m coming,” Len finally spoke up, massaging her forehead. “I’ll put on the suit. I have to.”
“I can take care of Psyshock alone if it’s too much for you.”
“No, no, can’t, can’t let you do everything,” she replied, struggling to form a complete sentence. “I have to help. I have to.”
“Alright, I will keep watch until you’re ready then.” Ryan left to give her some breathing room, though he did notice something on the bed on his way out. The rough schematics of some kind of sonar, although messy and incomplete. Len must have worked on this new device during the day.
car was parked nearby, Ryan remembering how Sarah and her friend had stood at
a little this time. He raised the shotgun and hit the wheels at the front, causing
gloated for good
minibus, much to his disappointment. Ryan heard heavy footsteps behind him, Len emerging from the orphanage in her full power armor. She carried a waterthrower as her main weapon, clearly determined to
a bit. The brainjacker had only brought Mosquito and Mongrel with him, like in
Psyshock said, removing his sunglasses to reveal his biomechanical eyes. “And is that Little Len too? I could recognize her work anywhere. Is your father joining us from beyond
unease. “If you want, I’ve got old times’ slides,” Ryan mocked Psyshock. “Half of them are dedicated
heavy with menace. “Though we only came for the goblins in
killing them or what?” Mosquito asked while Mongrel showed his
his wire tentacles wriggling below
waterthrower
girl?” Psyshock mocked them. “Check your math, you are
replied, noticing a white Yamaha motorcycle approaching from behind.
staff, like a knight showing up for a jousting tournament. She abruptly stopped her vehicle upon reaching the orphanage’s courtyard, her mere
her bike behind
flash of
said, raising his shotgun.
point allowing them to try again after death. Ergo, they probably shared
he realized the danger, Psyshock did something new and unexpected. Something he had never done in the previous loops, no matter how
run away, tearing through his clothes with his tentacles while his cronies
Gotcha.
Psyshock’s tentacles apart. When
worry, haven’t you looked at the dog
Gymnast, Cancel quickly rushed at Mongrel. The Psycho attempted to incinerate her with his hands, but the flames fizzled out into nothingness at the tip of his fingers. The hitwoman impaled him through the chest with her staff before he could react, the device then letting out a powerful electric shock. Ryan would have likened it to a taser, but a taser didn’t fry its victim alive the way Cancel’s
left wing clean and causing the overgrown insect to crash; Ryan immediately tossed the shotgun aside and attacked Mosquito with Fisty, beating
insecticide?” Ryan shouted, pounding Mosquito onto the ground. “My fly swatter
was no stranger to brutality and didn’t hesitate to use lethal force when needed, the Genius
Cancel immediately moved on to Psyshock. The Psycho attempted to rise back up, but the hitwoman swiftly caught up with him. Her power clearly didn’t affect the telepath’s physical mutations, so Ryan supposed it only canceled the esoteric power
always positive. “Look at me in
hitwoman, raising his remaining tentacles in an attempt
didn’t
a smear on the ground. Some of the Psycho’s blood ended up on her cheek, her smirk turning downright sadistic
failed to activate it. So far so good. A few seconds later, Mosquito looked like a crushed bug at his feet, still alive, but
He guessed Vulcan’s absence, the surprise ambush, and having two professionals
trap, but I’m so glad I didn’t have to,” Greta said with a cheery smile,
you, but didn’t anyone tell you that I was
remains and looking at Mosquito. “He’s still
treatment,
“Please…” Mosquito pleaded.
stomping on his face with her staff. Len
hear Len’s gentle voice come out of the giant armor.
said that before, Ryan thought. He realized her lines weren’t spontaneous at all, but rehearsed.
good,”
hope we meet
Greta!” Ryan replied with the same cheery smile. “You’re the nicest sociopath I’ve met
“Thanks! What’s a sociopath?”
answered her question with two thumbs
goodbye and left on her motorcycle as swiftly as she came, leaving the Psychos’ corpses to rot. Clearly, she had a lot of experience
Len said when the hitwoman
respond, he sensed an invisible pressure on his shoulders; the Land’s gaze had suddenly fallen upon him. The
few seconds, but it made
replied. “I suggest we move
Len turned towards the orphanage and
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