Apotheosis Boom by Harmon Cooper

Author:Harmon Cooper [Cooper, Harmon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boycott Books, LLC
Published: 2018-11-13T16:00:00+00:00

~*~

One superhero landing later and I’m looking up at the man, the myth, the asshole.

Senior Godsick himself, armored up, no antlers but a Reaper skull on his face over his ugly kisser.

And I know it’s him too by the way his Reaper gofers have gathered on the outskirts, forming a perimeter around him so he can strike his holier-than-thou pose.

“Any famous last words?” he calls down to me, his voice distorted by his Reaper mask.

Fires rage over his shoulders. More steamzoids appear in the distance, warding off attacks from Empress Thun’s battalion of griffins.

I can see Sophia, Doc, Aiden and Chrono to my left, their weapons – and claws, in Sophia’s case – aimed at the Reapers.

“How do you want me to handle this, Doc?” I call over my shoulder.

Doc: We have instant messaging for a reason.

Me: A little busy here, pal.

Doc: You asked me.

Me: I got this.

Doc: Then why did you ask me? You can be exhausting, you know that?

Rocket: Kick his dirty dog ass!

Me: Dirty dog ass? Rocket, you’re distracting me.

Sophia: This is where I’d normally say be careful of whatever tech he has, unless you want to end up like the bleached people.

Me: Thanks for the note of concern.

Sophia: Are you just going to stand there and stare at him?

Me: Staring? Dammit, Dr. Wang, I’m playing hardball here and you’re going to make me break character to argue with you, I swear…

Sophia: You should probably log out. We all should log out. There’s no telling what tech he has, and we’re close…

Doc: Not on this channel, Sophia. And since you asked my opinion, Quantum, I’ll give it to you.

Me: Waiting…

Doc: Give Strata your best shot so we can see what he is truly capable of. Do not get hit by any of his weapons. Sound doable?

Rocket: Easy enough!

Doc: I’m just saying, and don’t let this go to your head, if anyone can do it, it’s you, Quantum. Or me. I could probably do it. But I’m not the star of the show here. And while Mr. Godsick and I have some bad blood…

Me: I’ve got more bad blood.

Sophia: Do you two want to beat your chests as well? I heard that’s a great way to pump testosterone into an instant messaging system.

Rocket: I am beating my chest!

Me: That’s not the only thing you’re beating. Sorry, couldn’t resist.

Rocket: I’m laughing!

“Well?” Strata asks.

I glance up at Strata, glaring at the skull-masked CEO like he was the guy texting on his phone in the movie theater. “Sorry, I had a few more important conversations to have before I addressed your shitty, comic supervillain question. You know, we were buds long before you had your cadre of skull-fucked snot-nosed groupies. And I know there’s something underneath all the baggage and bullshit you’ve equipped over the last eight years that must realize how pathetic you are, your desire for power, your pettiness, and how this shit turned you to evil. But I’m going to say this…”

I wait for him to respond as both Hackie and the Golden Goosinator spread up my arms.

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