Stepping into the sun
Howth – Dublin – 9:30 PM
( suggested song: Silver Neelsen pilot theme )
Another quiet night for the 35 year old College teacher, mostly occupied in correcting exam while preparing his next class and flashing through dozen of news channels. Even for a semi retired hero, being able to act at super speed does have it's advantages in normal day activities. The exam was beginning to pile up on his antique wooden desk next to his old cathodic TV. His big St Bernard ,affectionately called Daisy, was taking a nice nap on the couch behind Waylon's desk. His pile of exam were mostly corrected, about 78 percent of his class pass and the others were the ones who didn't cared to study.
Before he could add some comment to the last exam, his cellphone buzzed. He look at the phone see a text send from a colleague.
-Yo Mercury, hiking with the other teachers tomorrow
Wanna join ? -Abby
Abigail Collin was the very first person who talk to him when he was hired at UCD. Since then they became good friend and help setting up activities for the student. He quickly slip up his mini keyboard and replied :
-Count me in
''Why not'' he thought before putting his cellphone on his desk. The night was getting so quiet and dull you could hear hair growing on Waylon's shaved head. His attention drift toward a special news bulletin that interrupt the boring knock off of Jersey Shore that was playing on TV.
A big robbery was thwart by the police but some officers and bystanders were injured in the process. A feeling of guilt began to grow inside of him.
I could have helped, prevent those people from getting hurt. He though.
(suggested song: Jim Croce - Time in a bottle )
He sat up and headed for his room on the second floor of the house. In his closet,on the right of his wooden bed, among the various shirts and polo's a mysterious metal case lay beneath the throw away piece of clothing. In a blur, Waylon moves the clothes away and open the case.
A tsunami of memories surge back at the sight of his old costume. Made of a special mix of Kevlar and spandex,the blue and white suit could withstand extreme speed and vibration. Custom made shoulder pad,wrist band and belt were added to give him some protection and to store gadgets. Over the fabric and padding were a pair of black biker goggle. To his surprise they still look pretty good even after going through sonic booms, extreme weather condition, from Mach 1 to 10 speeds etc...
Souvenir from his time among the Euro Defender, a short lived defence and rescue team. With time he grow to consider them his own family before they all turn on him out of jealousy over his gift. The power he once consider a gift turn into a curse that day. Burn mark were still visible on the fabric, scars made by his former friends who attempt to take his life and half of Dublin along with it.
Still lost in his though, his mind snap back to reality when another breaking news bulletin came on.
A group of Eco-terrorist as seize control of an oil rig off shore of California. They are holding the worker's hostages and are demanding the end of oil exploitation. They are armed with automatic weapons and explosive. The authorities can't board the rig or the terrorist will detonate the charges. To gives us more detail about the situation, here's the chief of poli....
That's it. I'm coming !
(suggested theme: The Flash Soundtrack OST - Trailer Theme)
Mopping around wouldn't help he though to himself, they needed him. Even thought his former ally were waiting for him to resurface, he couldn't stay down forever. People need a speedster, a guardian faster than light, a hero. With his gift, he also gain a responsibility toward those in need and damn it he won't let them down.
In less than a second, Waylon put on his old suit and goggle and race to the coast but not before locking his back door. The city of Howth became a blur of colour and light except for what's in front of him. Even after all these years, running across the Atlantic ocean still fell awesome to him. In a plane, Howth to California takes 14 hours. On foot at super speed, around 10 minute or less. The biggest time eater is avoiding obstacle along the way such as trees, cars on highways and narrow streets. Traffic jam doesn't help either.
Note to self: find a way to install google maps in the goggle so I won't get stuck in traffic again ! He though
''Finally'' arriving at the oil rig, things didn't look too good. Police boat surround the rig but heavily armed thugs is keeping them from doing anything.
No sight of the explosive, either a they are a bluff or they are deeper inside the rig. He thought.
The upper part of the oil platform is guarded by goons using M60 machine guns and they don't seem to be the type to give up out of fear of being arrested. He could barely hear voices coming from the central platform over the chatter from the nearby cops. Before they could notice the blue blur coming, Waylon made his move.
Zooming by the police boat's, Speedy run up one of the oil rig support pillars and climb it in a blink a eye while leaving a blurry blue trail behind. Quickly racing around the platform, he could see the worker being tied up at the far right of the central platform around a pile of oil barrel and the dozen terrorist standing in front of them. They seem surprisingly calm for people surrounded by cops. Their leader is a woman in her mid 30 with long red hair,wearing a sleek black trench coat and wielding a compact version of an AK 47. She was still yapping on her phone for her demand when Mercury zoom between them and stood right between them and the captured worker.
'' Hi there'' said Speedy smiling beneath his old blue and white mask. The terrorist all point out their weapon toward him, shocked to see an intruder who manage to sneak up on them ,especially in such colourful clothing.
''Who the f**** are you ? '' Yelled their leader while pointing her gun, ready to fire.
'' Oh me ? Just the guy who is going to kick you butt all the way to jail and before you start shooting, remember everyone, there's oil barrels right behind me and will blow up if you shoot so you might as well give up an---'' was saying Speedy before getting cut by the terrorist lead who yelled at her two big goon from the upper platform. Both of them were dressed in black army fatigue and have large ammunition belt over their shoulders. They grinned as they were pointing their monstrous machine guns and pulled the trigger.
As the rain of bullet came from both of their direction, heading straight for Waylon. Any ordinary person would have run away from the shot but he stood still like a statue. Instead of doing so, he spin around as fast as a small tornado and vanish in the blurry cyclone. The big goon emptied their long chain of ammunition into the cyclone hoping to hit the blue speedster. The worker held hostage were screaming for their lives until Speedy finally came to a stop.
You could have heard a pin dropped. The hostage jaws dropped and the Eco-terrorist faces went white as a ghost. In each of Waylon hand, piles of bullets still warm and slipping between his finger.
''your done now ? Sweet, now it's my turn'' said Speedy grinning behind his mask as the entire world around him begin to slow down.
Drop of rains began to fall but from the speedster point of view, they seems to took forever to hit the ground. The screams from the hostages fades into inaudible sounds and the movement of his foes were barely noticeable. From his point of view, the world flow like a grain of sand in an hourglass.
Without wasting anytime, he quickly grabbed one bullet at of time and throw them back at their sender's while making sure it wouldn't kill them.
The first volley spark the platform all around the first big guy, making him fall of and straight into the water. The last one makes the last big goon run and fall down to the main platform where was everyone else. The poor bastard was disoriented and flipping out but he still seems to have some fight left in him.
Waylon took a few step near the mercenary and ask: ''Wanna surrender now lad ? ''
The big guy was turning red in anger at the speedster for turning him and his partner into a joke. He quickly count his option through his head as the blue and white dressed super hero walk toward him. He slowly reach into his secret pouch on the rear of his bulletproof jacket and grab a hand grenade and prepare to send the speedster out with a bang.
Speedy finally came to a few centimetre from the hired gun and ask with a surprisingly calm voice '' Last chance to surrender Bob and I strongly recommend you to take it.''
'' FUCK YOU !!! '' yelled the mercenary as he pull out the grenade and pull the safety pin but before he could throw it at the speedster, he swing both of his arm backward and clap both hand at super sonic speed ,creating a sonic boom that send the grenade flying into the air away from the platform and from the surrounding police forces.
The explosion send a strong shock wave that could be felt on the entire oil platform as the giant fireball illuminate the sky above. The crook was finally down and the police eventually swarm the place. Waylon look around him, no one was seriously injured and nothing exploded with the exception for the grenade and probably the ear drums of the mercenary.
A relatively good night He thought before something from the corner of his eye caught his attention.
For a split second a tall figure with bright and round red eyes was standing at the top of the drill well looking at him before vanishing in a puff of black smoke.
I thought you would be watching, fine by me because I’m done running from you. He said to himself before running off into night.
It's not the first time that mysterious man appear where Speedy went. Even thought he didn't get a clear look at the person he knew all too well an old acquaintance when he see one.
For years now Waylon put away his super hero career because of that man who turn the closest thing of a family he had into his deadliest enemy and turning Dublin into a war zone. However he kept training and developing new techniques for the day they would meet again but not tonight. For now however, bad guys went down and nobody got hurt, perhaps to celebrate his little victory he could make a quick detour to threat himself to some fried chicken, a cold one and perhaps work on a few new gadgets before sun rise.