Rick’s eyelids fluttered and he groaned, fighting the urge to fall unconscious once more. It felt like they had been attached to twenty-pound weights as they fought against his command to open them, and his entire body ached with a bone-deep fatigue. Although he had been unconscious for the past six weeks, there was no portion of him that could even remotely be considered to have been “resting” during that time.“Shepherd!” Katarina shouted as she rushed over to his bedside, the doctor and the two men she had ordered to drag him out of the room forgotten.The doctor in question fell to the floor himself, the men holding him aloft by his arms having dropped him. He rushed to the bed and muscled Katrina out of the way, then injected an ampoule of adrenalin directly into Rick’s heart, helping him win the battle against the fatigue accumulated over his past six weeks of unconsciousness. As a side effect, it would also force the blessed into a fight-or-flight mode, thus prompting their ble
Katrina briefly brought Rick up to speed on the Three Percenters, and what had happened to him. He fell into a daze for a while, considering the situation, then clarified, “So I spent six weeks in a coma receiving my blessing. How long did it take everyone that received theirs? And why did mine take so long?” He had just woken up and his brain was still a little fuzzy. To him, the time had passed in an instant and he just remembered a fierce, tearing pain in his head before he collapsed. But even that memory was fading, as all memories of physical pain do, a convenient defense mechanism that humanity had.“Yes. Although you were among the first to receive your blessing, it took this long for you to wake up due to resources. The empire’s blessed started coming to around the second week, while ours mostly started around day twenty. While we have access to the Biogen that the tyrant’s company developed before the war, that’s likely generations out of date now and the medical pods in the
After finishing the files in his hand, Rick frowned. The information he had at hand didn’t quite track with the sensations he was feeling. Ever since he had woken from his coma, he’d had an idea of how to use his blessing, almost like there was someone whispering in the back of his mind. It left him unsettled, and unsure of who to trust in his inner circle.“Leave me,” he calmly said after closing the last folder in the stack.“Yes, shepherd,” Katrina said, then everyone left the room. Katrina had a spring in her step, the thugs didn’t have much in their heads at the best of times, and the doctor could only wipe the cold sweat from his brow and practically sprint out of the room.Once the door closed, Rick leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable, and focused on the little voice in the back of his mind. It led him into a trance and most of the colors in his world faded away, leaving everything in shades of purple again.Time slowly passed as Rick sought the state he was in when h
‘So she doesn’t remember what I made her do at all,’ Rick thought as he opened his eyes, returning to his purple world. He had tested many things on Katrina and she seemed to have no recollection of anything she’d done under his control, despite all the things he’d made her do to herself.The only test that had failed was the one where he attempted to take control of a single body part, but he wasn’t sure why. Taking over her entire body had been simple, like putting on new clothes, so why would he be incapable of taking over individual body parts? He wasn’t sure, but he felt it was likely because he lacked the fine control necessary to do so. Thus, more training and experimentation was in order.Gaaathheeeeeeeerrrrr ffffaaaaaaiiiiiithhhh,§ the voice in the back of his mind chanted, but Rick only had the vaguest idea of how to go about that.When he’d looked down at his body and noticed that the thread connecting him to Katrina had slightly dimmed, and the pulses of light had decrease
‘I hate it! Fuck my life... my dad died to a supervillain for nothing! He wanted to join the empire from the beginning but mom said no. But after he died, she couldn’t run to the recordkeepers to apply for citizenship fast enough. Dumb bitch!’Rick had found himself in the mind of a teenage boy. He listened to the stream of consciousness for a while and learned what the boy and his family had gone through over the past few weeks. Not only had the kid’s mother’s refusal to join the empire driven a wedge between her and her husband, one that they’d even been contemplating divorce over, but his girlfriend’s family had also chosen to join the empire during the first amnesty period. The boy blamed his mother for the resulting breakup as well.All of his rage had been directed toward his mother, but then one day he’d had a thought. If the empire had the power to enforce the law on rogue supervillains, why did they ignore the havoc that’d been wrought among the people who waived their imperi
‘So physical sensations don’t translate when I’m just a passenger,’ Rick thought. The young man—no, Rick’s test subject—was laying on the ground, groaning in pain and choking on blood from a punctured lung, not to mention the host of other broken bones in his body beyond the ribs. But Rick didn’t feel a thing, marking it a successful, though dangerous, test.Looking at the thread of belief stretching off into the distance, he saw no changes in it. After briefly considering a test involving what happens if he was a passenger in a body when it died, he discarded the idea as the test was simply too dangerous. With a thought, he willed his consciousness to begin the arduous journey back to his own body, leaving one last sentence behind for the boy.“You’ve worked hard. Rest now, and if you survive this, I’ll visit you again,” he said, pushing it into the teenager’s mind with a few hundred pulses of light. Whether the boy heard it or not, he didn’t really care.When he returned to his own
Rick cleared his throat, bringing the attention of the others in the meeting room to him. “It’s time we begin our comeback. A lot of our previous plans need to be scrapped, but some should still be doable with some modifications, thanks to the unexpected blessings descending on us. I’ve brought myself up to date on our situation over the past week, so we don’t need to go over that and can immediately get to work on plans for the future,” he said.“Can you tell us what your blessing is, shepherd? If we’re to come up with new plans or modify existing ones based on blessings, we need to know what yours is,” the strategist asked. While he was telling the truth about that, he was also just as curious as everyone else in the room as to what exactly Rick could do now.“My blessing enables me to enter people’s minds, monitor their thoughts,” Rick answered, then his eyes flashed purple as he continued speaking through the threads of belief that connected him to his high-level confidants. “And
(Ed note: The title reference in this one is pretty obscure, so I’ll give it to y’all. Backstories is obvious, and “Ellies” refers to the 1998 Spielberg flop, “Deep Impact”, where they referred to an incoming meteor that would wipe out all of humanity by the name Ellie, which was code for ELE, or Extinction-Level Event.)Low Earth Orbit, stealth shuttle ESV-228-01.Jason Todd and Catherine O’Shaugnessy were reclining in seats in the small stealth vessel receiving final briefing updates for their upcoming task. Their mission: hunt down cult cells to the best of their abilities.And their abilities were certainly no joke.They would be heading to the Puget Sound area of Washington State, where they would take the identity of a newlywed couple moving to Harstine Island, an unremarkable, unincorporated, and very much out of the way island in the sound. Timothy Roberts and his wife Siobhan would settle down in Hartstene Pointe, a gated community on Harstine Island.Siobhan Roberts would ta