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by Harper Kingsley

A knock at the door
came in the night
lifted me up
held me so tight.
Promising words
of what’s yet to come
soothing my fears
‘It’s going to be all right.’
But sometimes lies are promises
that simply can’t be held
when the world is falling down
and love has turned to hell.

We’re fighting with our friends
since our enemies are all gone
because peace is a stranger
we don’t want to meet just yet.
Dancing in the moonlight
used to be the height of fun
but now that we’ve gone the distance
it’s all about who’s got the bigger gun.
Bang bang
at the starting gate
boom boom
across the line
watch as the world is burning
keep telling the lie that you’re fine.

I can see you crying
there’s tears mixing with the rain
you keep insisting that you’ll make it
‘Deep down you’re okay.’
I’m having trouble breathing
around the words I cannot say
but God knows that I love you
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I watch you tear yourself apart
and there’s nothing I can do
your heart is full and deep
it’s the biggest part of you.

They want to tear you apart
their smiles are nothing but teeth
they would consume you if they could
but I’ll knock ’em off their feet.
If you’re not strong enough to fight
then I will fight for you
I will hold you up
I will see you through.
Until you’re strong enough to walk
to stand up on your own
I will stand by you
and make myself into a home.

Panoply at Amazon

Title: Mindf*ck
Author: Harper Kingsley
Genre: superhero, dialogue

"I have so many regrets about today. I’m actually worried I might be investigated by the IRS or whoever it is that handles crazy breakdowns in public places. It wasn’t that lady’s fault, but I was having a bad time and I really didn’t want to be there. It was way above and beyond any kind of acceptability though, I just… I… I couldn’t stop the words from coming. My usual fucked up ‘hope they die in a fire’ thing. But really I metaphorically kinda do, because if someone’s really stolen my identity, and that’s why I can’t get a bank account now… That’s messed up. And I hope they’re earning me a ton of social security credits. Though that’s probably illegal and the government would just take them away and…"

After a long pause. "What’s going on here?"

"We’re being robbed. And you talk too much."

"Oh."

"YOU! Get over there with your friend. Keep your hands where I can see them."

"Yessir. Yessir. Oh god, we’re going to die."

"Not unless you press me. You hear?"

"Yessir.

"Kneel, what do you think we should do?"

"I think you shouldn’t lay it on so thick with the ‘Yessir. Yessirs.’ He’ll probably try to pistol whip you and break his gun.

"Can you handle him already?"

"Fine, fine. As you wish."

"What was that? Hey! Hey you, sit back down. Don’t come over here. Hey! What’s wrong with you? Are you really trying to get me to shoot you?"

"I’m sorry it has to be like this. But we’re hiding, you see. We really can’t talk to anyone that might put two-and-two together and get ten."

"What… What are you talking about? Hey. You’re hurting me. I can’t feel my fingers. Don’t."

"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Do you have anyone that you want to receive your death benefit?"

"Please. I don’t know anything. I won’t tell anyone anything. I broke in here. I broke the law. I don’t want to talk to no cops. Don’t kill me man. Don’t kill me."

"What if I snapped your neck right now? Nobody would ever know what happened to you. It’s the kind of thing I have to think about all the time, creeping and crawling through my brain. The thought of murdering you makes me hard."

"Oh god. Please don’t. If I could, I’d forget you if I could."

"Is that really so? Feel this."

"Ahhh! What was that? Oh no. You got superpowers, don’t you? You got them."

"Ding-ding-ding. Looks like you got one thing right tonight."

"You can’t not be somebody. Who… who are you?"

"Mindfuck."

"…"

"He passed out and peed his pants. I think you did your job a little too well."

"Dammit. That stain’s never going to come out of the carpet."

"Well, go on then, Mindfuck. Make sure he doesn’t have any of our stuff on him, then haul him out of here. Did you already wipe our address and muddle our faces?"

"Of course. You’re a dashing 1990’s Antonio Banderas-cousin, and I’m a svelte redheaded lady in denim overalls."

"You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Never.

"I see you’re in the chair tonight?"

"I felt like using my wheels."

"I see. I’ll just take this guy out the back and drop him off a block over."

"Be careful."

"Of course. I always am when I know you’re here waiting for me."

"The guilt-trip has to end sometime. I think that time is tonight. What do you say, Mindfuck?"

"Fine.

"I hate that using code names in front of this guy makes me sound terrible. I chose that name when I was 14 and thought I was the baddest of bad asses."

"You are the baddest of bad asses. Watch out! You almost smacked his head. Watch out."

"Yeah, yeah. I better focus on this. Asshole.

"I’ll be back in a little while. You should eat without me."

"I like-like you."

"I like-like you too."

"Come back to me."

"Be here for me to come back to."

"Mindfuck."

"…

"See ya."

=THE END=

Prairie Fires at Amazon

Ugh, I should know better than to comment while upset.

But those goddamned rounded corners in Chrome.

I don’t know why there’s not customizable options. I don’t know why the font has gotten so small. I don’t know why the tabs don’t change color on hover to differentiate them. I don’t know why the address bar is black and gray font on a gray background. I don’t know why my eyes hurt from straining to read.

All I know is that I don’t like change. And when change meets me… I guess I get a bit deranged? And also kind of rhymy.

I definitely know better than to comment angry, but I’ve done it several times in the past. It’s an inevitable downward slide, accompanied by flailing limbs and a Caps Lock. It’s usually followed by a metaphorically regretful morning after.

I wasn’t even terrible. I could have been much worse. I could also have been kinder.

Sometimes change is hard. Especially if a company doesn’t discuss things with their users and doesn’t offer a to-be-expected level of customization.

Things like that lead to hurt feelings and a migration from Chrome to Firefox.

And by the way, the reason I originally left Firefox for Chrome? It was because Firefox changed its appearance–adding rounded corners.

Allies & Enemies at Amazon

DARKSTAR GETS PWNED

dedicated to Katherine.

The video began with a vaguely annoying but unfortunately catchy tune–all jangles and bells with a background “wonk wonk” that might have been a kazoo. From the sides and corners, violet color rushed toward the center to meet in an exploding starburst, the last lingers of black screen bursting away.

Amber letters faded in to glow against the violet for a long moment–

DARKSTAR GETS PWNED

–before being replaced with: Ha ha, just kidding. The screen changed to a black background with a miniaturized screenshot of the video to come and the words: Not that this h4x01 is laughing.

The miniature video expanded to fill the screen. There was the icon of a pause button in the middle of the video screen. There was a click sound as the button depressed.

The video began to play. Starting with a closeup view of a broad shallow bowl of food.

“What is with the upside-down hat-bowls? I’ve been seeing them everywhere lately. It’s kind of… oh, sh.” The video jostled before focusing on something to the left of the person holding the camera.

An amused snort. “I don’t know what’s goin’ on, viewers, but maybe we’re about to get lucky. Let’s observe.”

The video zoomed in on a two person table currently occupied by a handsome dark haired man wearing sunglasses indoors while eating a grilled cheese sandwich–one of the cafe’s specialties. There was a half-closed laptop shoved off to the right of his placemat, the screen dark.

A stringy haired man was passing by the left-side of the table. His arm was still stretched a bit behind him to where his fingers were letting go of the USB flash drive he’d stuck into the laptop’s open USB port.

“Uh oh,” the video recorder sounded gleeful for the drama to come. “Hope I don’t have to talk to the cops.”

Then faster than the camera’s frame speed could keep up, the diner dropped his sandwich and snatched the criminal’s hand. “What are you doing?”

It was a blur interlaced with editor provided snapshots that showed the diner twisting the other man’s hand and jerking upward with enough force to snap the criminal’s forearm into a grotesque angle. “Wah!

“Oh shit,” the video recorder breathed. “A meta.”

Other than that quick shout–“Wah!“–the criminal was surprisingly quiet. He was staring at his mangled limb with white-rimmed eyes while air visibly puffed over his lips, causing the paling flesh to quiver.

The diner was still holding the criminal’s hand, glaring at him. He pulled the USB flash drive out of his laptop and held it up. “What is this?”

“I-duh-buh…”

With a cold sneer, the diner shook the criminal’s hand, eliciting a loud shriek. “Don’t piss me off. What did you do to my computer?”

“I… I’m sorry. I… It was a bad ducky. Your shit… your shit’s fucked, man. Please. I’m sorry.”

“Bad ducky?”–A violet pulse of light–“Bad ducky!”–built around the diner’s body. Pulse, pulse, pulse, pumping out more light until he appeared to be covered by a two-inch thick digital filter. His tee shirt when he stood clearly displayed the words: “The Golden Rule: Treat me good” beneath the violet light. His clothes were clearly visible, but his face–it had taken on a familiar gaussian blur.

“Darkstar!” the video recorder gasped out quietly. The video shook a moment before steadying, though the angle had changed slightly. The rims of the video recorder’s glass of water and glass of soda became visible, as did a good expanse of white tablecloth.

The standing Darkstar and the man he restrained were still fully in view. The criminal’s face had been transformed into a caricature by his absolute terror. A spreading wetness covered the crotch and thighs of his jeans. His mouth opened and closed, but only formless sounds came out. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with his gulps for air. He stared into Darkstar’s face as though incapable of looking away.

He’s so beautiful,” the person recording the video breathed. “I can feel him. Oh God, I can feel him. He’s in my skin. My lungs. My hair. How did I ever live without this? He’s so beautiful.”

Darkstar was frowning at the man he held. “Do not fall apart on me here. What the fuck did you do to my computer? Smash and grab or just smash? Huh?” He shook the man, making him cry out before going limp. Darkstar gave him an extra shake before dropping him. “Dammit. He’s out of it.”

Darkstar sat back down and opened the laptop. The dark screen had been replaced by a revolving Laughing Man icon from the Ghost In the Shell anime. He tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

“Dammit!” Darkstar closed the laptop lid with an audible “thwick” sound.

He sat there for a long moment, then reached for his half-empty glass of soda. He chewed on the straw end twice before draining the glass in a single suck.

Darkstar stood up and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. Arrows and hearts appeared on the screen to point out the outline of his muscles. ‘MARRY ME‘ tracked across the screen quickly as he tossed money onto the table.

Darkstar tucked the laptop under his arm and strode out of the cafe, stepping on the criminal’s leg in passing. There was the sound of bone breaking. He didn’t look back.

As the camera stealthily lifted up to track Darkstar’s exit, the cafe was revealed to be half full. The patrons were staring after him in mute awe.

After he left the building, a standing waitress dropped into an available chair. She clutched the collar of her shirt with one hand. “He was in my section. I didn’t even know.”

A violet blur streaked across the sky, disappearing into the distance.

The video ended with violet words on a black screen: Where Darkstar goes the Darksters follow.

=THE END=


*

“Darkstar Gets Pwned” is part of the Darkstar the Death God stories.  Events split when the Kanon-verse Darkstar leaves his universe after the events in All That Remain.

As he left the Kanon-verse, there were many possibilities of where he could go and how he could end up. Some versions died in attempting to live and others found the wonder of being normal, but in Darkstar the Death God… things get a bit meta.

One of the events that causes Kanon-Darkstar’s story to split into Darkstar the Death God is the events of “Darkstar Gets Pwned.” Because he was recorded with his face exposed, Darkstar’s secret identity is revealed and the media does not hesitate to dig up every secret they can find out about him. Including the events in “Qu’est-ce que c’est,” which is an alternate version of the events in the canon story “Black Friday”, and is the point where Kanon-Vereint was twisted and warped until he had absolutely no hope of ever being the superhero he dreamed of.

In canon, Sandra exerted her psionic ability on Vereint multiple times before he Manifested and gained his mental safeguards. During “Black Friday,” which featured much lesser events than took place in the Kanon-verse, Sandra used her ability on Vereint to keep him from panicking.

She has wiped his mental self several times in the past.

In a cut scene from Allies & Enemies–it was deemed to be filler and I okayed the cut to shorten the manuscript length–Melissa is terrorized by seeing Sandra lost to her grief. In that moment, she doesn’t see the kindly older woman that’s been her adopted grandmother. No, she sees something twisted and dark.

One of the main differences between the canon and Kanon universe is Sandra. Depending on how she was raised, we see a different Vereint.

Even in the Variants, the mother-son/mother-daughter construct is very important in shaping their personalities. William and Simon began from the same egg and sperm yet are completely different mentally–in William’s universe his father left when he was a toddler, while Simon never met his father. Both had the same mother, though she was caught up in different circumstances and the result is William, who remembers his mother with fondness and love, and Simon, who remembers her with an ever churning mixture of love, regret, and distress.

Even the Melissa’s come with their own differences. In the Panic Pure universe, she is the prey of the Arianetta Killer (the same man that attacks Danny). In From Diamond to Coal she is William’s first Great Love, and her life was cut short by tragedy*. And in the Kanon-verse, she never received the boost in metability that canon Melissa gets (from being close to Vereint and Warrick in her formative years), but she still tries her best to be a hero–just a different one than Blue Devil.

And of course, canon Melissa is out there hurtling through the universe, contaminating every world she comes across. She is their Prometheus.

While Damian Prince cuts a swath of destruction.