All Superheroes Must Die Page #3

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So I guess he wins then.

Hello, ladies and gentleme,

and welcome to round two,

the illustrious bonus roun.

This round will be the most fun yet.

And even though our favorite

contender, Char, seems to have

developed some

resistance to the injectio,

I've created a game even that

tool box can fully enjoy.

Now, you've seen

your coffins?

If not, take a moment,

Now, on the opposite wall,

you can see our party guests.

An honors high school student,

a mother and a gentleman

who works at the hospital.

Now for the fun part. Now, this

game is the simplest yet.

And you know

how I love simple.

The gun on the table

has three rounds.

For each one of you that shoots

themselves in ther respective coffins,

You have 60 seconds to decide,

then the bonus round will expire.

And above all,

have fun!

John, don't! John!

Don't, John!

Just don't look, Jill.

No, Charge, come on, man.

Jesus Christ, Charge.

Shut up, Ben.

Don't let...

Don't let him win.

Listen, you can't let him win.

I'm not.

John!

You never disappoint for

an entertaining evening!

Excellent job, man!

Go f*** yourself!

Oh, well. Anyway, you all look

like you could use a drink.

Make your way over to the bar

for round three.

Hey.

You okay?

I shot three innocent people in the head.

Not doing so good.

We could have done something else, John.

We could have...

We could have what?

Couldn't risk either of you

falling for his game in there.

Jill, he was going to kill those

people no matter what, okay?

At least I could make it quick for

them and save the both of you.

You're just doing what he wants.

All he wants is for us to suffer and die.

He doesn't give a sh*t how.

We got four minutes and 15

seconds left, let's go.

What do we do?

Nothing.

John's got a plan whether I like it or not.

There's one thing Rickshaw will

never be able to manipulate.

What's that?

He never loses.

It's not an ego thing.

He just...

Failure just isn't an option to him.

What now?

There's no innocents in here.

I think the more pressing question will be,

why the three of us and only two guns?

And now, for round three.

I call this one

the elimination round.

I'm sure by now you've noticed

the two guns on the tabl.

And... This one is

my favorite round yet.

It is Cutthroat's

time to shine.

Cutthroat's never been able to

overcome being a f***ing sidekick.

And now is his

chance for payback.

Behind curtain number on,

we have his sweet sister Emil

Emily, such a sweet girl.

Please help me.

No! No!

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Cutthroat!

You cheat, and she goes

boom all over you.

"Emily! Ah!"

You son of a b*tch!

I can only imagine what sweet nothings

are coming out of your mouth right now.

But, but, but!

Let's keep our composure,

shall we?

Cutthroat, you have 90 seconds to

kill either Charge or Shadow,

it makes no difference to me.

You kill one of them,

your sister lives.

Ben!

The guns on the table

are merely a suggestion.

But feel free to use whatever means

you want to make your kill.

You have 90 seconds

on the clock.

And, go!

Ben, please!

Ben, don't, okay?

Rickshaw's gonna kill your sister anyway,

unless we both figure something out.

What? Like when you figured

out the bonus round?

No, that was different.

She's my sister.

Ben! Please don't.

I'm sorry.

Stop! I know where

Rickshaw is.

He's here in this town.

We can beat him!

Ben, please help me!

Please, Ben, help!

Ben! Just stop, okay?

Just think!

This is exactly what Rickshaw wants!

I'm not going to let you kill my sister.

What?

All you ever did was put me

down and tell me what to do!

What was I supposed to do?

You're like a little brother to me.

I was trying to protect you.

Maybe I didn't want a big brother, huh?

You needed one.

Stop! Stop!

This isn't saving your sister.

Okay? When has

Rickshaw held up

his end of the bargain tonight?

We can beat him!

But I need your help.

Okay? I need your help!

Your sister needs your help.

Ben, help me!

You can't f***ing fix this, God damn it!

There's no way.

We're all going to die anyway, right?

Thanks, but no thanks, man.

Drop the knives, Ben.

You got it.

No!

F*** it.

Ben? Ben? Ben, man, I...

Shut up!

Just kill that son of a b*tch!

Yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry for being a dick, I was just...

I was just trying to...

I was trying to...

Not your fault.

Not your fault, I was just jealous.

What?

I just wanted to be like you.

What are you talking about?

I wanted to be Charge.

Tell Shadow I'm sorry about stabbing her.

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Bro, thanks for, um,

last night.

It got bad quick.

Hell, they all knew how to fight.

Yeah.

But you got the girl out, right?

Yeah. Yeah, she's cool.

Good.

Good.

You just...

You just got to be a little

more careful, man, I mean...

What would've happened

tonight if I wasn't there?

Yeah, because you could've

taken them all by yourself.

No. It's not what

I'm saying, man.

What are you saying?

Just take the extra second and think

before you just jump in there.

Yeah, and if I had taken that extra second,

that girl would be dead!

Sh*t, man!

I'd rather it be her than you!

What happened to using what

we have to save people?

You can't save everybody, man.

Yeah, especially if you're not trying.

See you tomorrow.

Sh*t.

Does it hurt?

Pain is just a suggestion.

So how do we beat him?

What?

You told Ben that we can beat Rickshaw.

Yeah, in theory.

Well, what's the theory?

Well...

He can see us,

but he can't hear us, which

means he's probably just

tapped into the town security

cameras or something.

Remote detonates the innocents.

The charges are tiny, almost invisible.

Which suggests that

he's probably not more than

a couple of miles out.

The repeating static every

four to five seconds on the TV

is a quirk of a black market

briefcase broadcast system.

They're small, they're easy to set up,

but short range.

And all of his broadcasts

are always clear and sharp.

Which means he's

probably not more than half a mile out.

I've been marking down on the map

every time we've ever seen one of his TVs.

And if I get just one more

of his broadcast locations,

I can probably sit down and

triangulate his position or something.

I don't know.

Than what are we waiting for?

I don't want to get anyone else killed.

It's just me.

Why did you always distance

yourself from me, John?

Distance myself?

I was in love with you.

Why do you think all I ever

did was train all the time

so I could fit in with you guys?

So I could just have an excuse to be around you.

What are you talking about?

Jill, why do you think I keep

getting older, but you guys

just stay the same age?

You're not getting older, John.

Yes, I am.

Every day I look in the mirror,

all this changes.

You still look exactly the same

as when that thing fell out of the sky.

It gave you and everyone else powers,

but nothing happened to me.

I always wanted it to, it just...

It didn't.

And that's what Rickshaw doesn't understand.

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