Absolute Power. Michael Carroll

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      “You’re awake. Good.” Ragnarök leaned close, baring his teeth. “I didn’t want you to die without knowing who killed you.”

      Titan looked around wildly. The ambulance was more than twenty metres away, burning. “Energy…”

      “She’s unconscious, but alive. For the moment.” Ragnarök locked his massive fists around Titan’s neck and lifted him off the ground. “You ruined everything! I spent over a year working on that machine! I would have been the only superhuman left!”

      Gasping, struggling for breath, Titan slammed his left fist into Ragnarök’s stomach.

      The villain staggered. “You destroyed my force-field! Now my powers have been stripped too! You realise what that means?”

      “You’re…gonna have to…get a real job?”

      Ragnarök let go and stepped back.

      Titan collapsed to the ground, landing heavily on his broken leg.

      Ragnarök lashed out with his foot, catching Titan in the ribs. “Without your powers, you’re no stronger than the average man, are you? Me, I work out.” He grabbed hold of Titan’s arm, and began to drag him along the ground. “There’s enough space in my flyer for the two of us. I’m going to take you somewhere they’ll never find you.” Ragnarök paused, then dropped Titan’s arm. He reached out and tore the mask from Titan’s face. “Huh. So that’s what you look like…You got a family, Titan? A wife? A couple of kids, maybe? I’ll find them.”

      Titan scrambled around with his free hand, trying to find something he could use as a weapon.

      Then he spotted something in the distance, racing towards them through the sky. “Wait, wait!”

      “What now?” Ragnarök said, turning to him.

      “I just want to know…Why? What made you like this?”

      “You want the whole sob story? How society treated me badly, so I turned to a life of crime?” Ragnarök raised his eyes. “You think I can’t tell when someone is stalling?”

      Then Paragon was on them, roaring out of the sky, slamming into Ragnarök’s back.

      Paragon took a moment to check that Titan was still alive, then looked back to where Ragnarök was getting to his feet.

      The large man balled his fists and launched himself at Paragon.

      Damn, he’s fast! Paragon dodged to the left just as Ragnarök reached him, and lashed out with a punch that caught Ragnarök in the chin and sent him staggering backwards.

      Ragnarök recovered almost instantly, dropping to the ground and sweeping his right leg to crash into Paragon’s.

      Paragon toppled backwards, then whipped out with his left hand, grabbing Ragnarök’s ankle. He activated his jetpack.

      He shot backwards along the ground, dragging Ragnarök behind him.

      With his free foot, Ragnarök kicked at Paragon’s hand, forcing him to break his grip. “Give it up!” Ragnarök roared, rolling on to his feet once more. “I’m stronger and faster than you are!”

      Paragon spun about, raced towards Ragnarök and flipped over at the last second, aiming his heavy boots at Ragnarök’s head.

      But Ragnarök suddenly ducked, locked his hands around Paragon’s belt as he passed overhead and used the hero’s own momentum to slam him face-first into the ground.

      He tore Paragon’s helmet from his head, then unclipped the jetpack’s shoulder straps and threw it aside.

      He locked his hands around Paragon’s neck and began to squeeze. “You’re just as bad as your friends there, Paragon! No, you’re worse! You’re not even one of us! You’re an ordinary man pretending to be a superhuman!”

      Paragon struggled to breathe. “We found your apartment…those kids…You’ll pay for what you did to them!”

      “What I did to them? You know nothing, Paragon!” Ragnarök smashed his knee into the small of Paragon’s back. “I’m gonna get my girls back, and then I’m gonna kill every single one of you people!”

      Then the pressure on Paragon’s back was suddenly gone, the hands whipped away from his neck.

      Gasping, Paragon rolled on to his back and looked around wildly. Ragnarök was nowhere to be seen.

      Nor was Titan.

      Then he heard a scream coming from above.

      Paragon looked up and saw Titan soaring into the air, his arms locked around Ragnarök’s chest.

      He can fly again! He’s got his powers back!

      Paragon squinted, tried to focus.

      No…He’s not flying on his own.

      “Put me down!” Ragnarök roared. “Put me down or I swear to God, Titan, you and everyone you ever met will regret it!”

      Titan felt the straps of Paragon’s jetpack cutting into his shoulders, but he didn’t care. Compared to the pain in his shattered leg, it was nothing. “Shut up, Ragnarök. It’s over. You’re not getting out of this.”

      “You don’t even know how to fly that damn thing!”

      “I’m learning as I go. Now stop struggling. You wouldn’t survive the drop.”

      “I’ll make a deal with you, Titan. I know everything about the powers! I can tell you where they come from!”

      “Shut up. You’re going to jail.”

      “No…You don’t know what they do with people like me. I’m not going to end up in that God-forsaken hole!”

      “You don’t have any choice, Ragnarök. You’re a mass-murderer.”

      The jetpack’s left thruster sputtered and died, lurching them to the left. They began to lose height. Aw hell, Titan thought. Can’t set him down: he’s more than a match for me on the ground.

      “That thing can’t carry both of us, Titan!” Ragnarök was silent for a moment, then said, “Let go.”

      “What?”

      “Let go.”

      “You’ll die!”

      “That’s the point.”

      “You really think I’ll just let you fall to your death and deprive the world of the trial of the century?”

      “How’s that broken leg of yours?”

      Titan glanced down at the top of Ragnarök’s head. “What СКАЧАТЬ