Epics of Noche 3, Limbo

EON CH 17

RAPTORCLAUSE.

 1775, DECEMBER 5th, MONDAY 9:00 am.

Raptorman wore a red coat and a fake white beard as he went through letter after letter on his desk. Milkman opened the door and dumped a handful of letters atop the pile.

"Here's the next batch," he grinned.

"Excellent!" Raptorman shouted. "I'll look at them right away."

He sliced one open and began reading.

"Milkman! Add a super-mega-giga-death-soaker water gun to the list!"

"Rodger!"

Raptorman grabbed the next letter and repeated the process.

"Next a neon pink, dice-themed, hair braids."

"Added!"

"Oooo-kay? A grandfather clock?"

Milkman perked an eyebrow, then shrugged.

"An X-Bone gaming system!"

"I'm more of a PC person myself," Milkman said. "I like tinkering with the cooling systems."

Raptorman chuckled, read the newest letter, and hesitated.

"Sir?"

The mayor-king placed the letter face down on the table and sighed. Milkman frowned, picked up the letter, and read it aloud.

"Dear Raptor-claus, I want my friend Eric back."

He sucked in his breath as Raptorman hung his head.

"Yep, that'll sting. Are you ok sir?"

"Yeah... I'm alright."

Milkman frowned and nodded solemnly. Melody kicked the door open.

"HEY MORONS! Have you seen the news?!"

Prismatic energy formed a television on a stand. It clicked on to the familiar sight of the neon-pinked hair scorpion girl. However, Milkman's eyes were still wide.

"No matter how many times I see it, I still can't believe you can create electronics," he said. "You're probably the only person in the world who can do that."

"I'm not," Melody growled between grit teeth.

There was an explosion at the scene on the TV.

"—sort of accident has occurred at their base!" Venny shouted. "Explosions have been going off non-stop and it seems the escape tunnel has collapsed."

Raptorman stood up. "What's going on?"

"Remember that rebel band that wants to overthrow you?" Melody sneered.

"The one that even the V.P.D. won't work with because they operate like terrorists?" Milkman asked.

"That's the one. Well apparently they were trying some experimental weapon to kill Raptorman," she said. "Looks like they got what they fucking deserved."

"Where are they?" Raptorman said.

"Oh no. You are not playing superhero to a bunch a people that want your—"

There was a red blur and he was gone.

"— head... Motherfucker!"

It didn't take long for Raptorman to find the location. Sure he ran across the entire five hundred-mile perimeter of the city, but that took less than a second with his faster than light speed. The base was located near the eastern mountain range just outside city limits.

Smoke billowed out of a cave hidden a small ways up the mountain. People stood near the ledge outside the entrance and one person even fell off the lip. Raptorman caught the falling person and zipped them to the safety of ground. He then ran to the opening and turned to the people surrounding him.

"Everyone, get some distance!" He said. "I'm going to make a new escape tunnel."

It didn't take long for people to scatter. It took less time for prismatic energy to form in the sky above – filling the entire air like a nebulous cloud.

Gravity. Intense gravity. Overwhelming gravity pulled on the mountain with the grip of God. The mountain shuddered and split – half of it flying straight up into the sky. Smoke dissipated into fresh air instead of flooding the hidden complex within.

The men and women trapped inside raced out of any opening they could get. Everyone ran to safety and more than a few gawked at the impossible sight above them. Those too shellshocked to move had Raptorman move for them. Everyone was left speechless as the mayor-king rescued everyone under the flying mountain.

When Raptorman was certain everyone was in the clear, he inched the unfathomable landmass back down. It came down so gently that not even a single dust cloud stirred – a demonstration of such power and precision that it took god-like levels of Drive. Yet it was effortless for the leader of MoveCity.

He released the gravity wellspring and the distortion in spacetime slowly vanished. It all happened so fast that barely a minute had passed. Before anyone could speak, Raptorman ran all the way back to his room – just in time for Melody to finish yelling at Milkman.

"AND YOU! What did you do!" She shouted.

"Who, me?" A smirk crossed his face. "Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm behaving."

"Yeaaaah, I fucking doubt that." She scowled. "You saved them, didn't you? These people were trying to kill you and you saved them."

"... Maybe. You have no proof."

"This won't change their minds! Those people are insufferable, small-minded, twats!" She rose her voice. "Why are you like this! Stupidity like this is gonna come back and bite you in the ass one day!"

"So what? I'm the strongest Create user in MoveCity," Raptorman said. "Even Dreg would think twice before fighting me... My augment alone is so immense, that I doubt there's a weapon that could scratch me."

Raptorman took off the beard and red coat. Both appeared like they had just been blasted by jet-force winds.

"Besides, despite how much they hate me and my lack of rules, they are normal people," he said. "All they want is someone else on the throne. They're just trying to do what they think is right."

"They are extremists," Melody deadpanned. "They make bombs."

"Only because they lack power," he frowned. "They're desperate to overthrow me."

"You are... OOOU!" She threw both hands into the air. "You know what, I don't care! If you're so strong that they make no threat, then it's not my problem."

"Now you're getting it. The one thing everyone speaks is power," he laughed. "And I have so much of it, that I'm untouchable."

"Yeah, sure. And what do you do with that power? Mr. Untouchable?" She mocked.

Raptorman paused. His back to Melody and his gaze lingering on the one letter on his desk.

"My best to make sure no child suffers."