Lucky and the Killer ✔

It is Finished

Lucky lit up the night sky between the two haunted buildings in front of them. The gray inside of her resurfaced in full force—making nearby onlookers drop dead. A woman down the street collapsed to the sidewalk. An officer in his car slumped into the steering wheel. The horn screamed out through the thundering night as Milo held Lucky up into the air.

"Why isn't he dying?" Helix asked. "He should be dying. She can kill immortals with that power."

"Stop!" King yelled, but Lucky couldn't hear him. She couldn't hear anything because Milo was squeezing her power out of her like toothpaste. It was killing innocent bystanders and anyone around who was in range—except Milo. "Let her go, Milo!"

"He should be dead," Helix stumbled.

"What did you do to her?" King spat at Helix.

"Not me," Helix said. "You."

Helix reached into his pocket and pulled out King's ring. He grabbed King's hand and smashed the blue, metal ring into his palm. King would recognized it without more than a second passing by. Lucky gave it to him.

"Where the hell did you get this?"

"From you." Helix watched the light pulsing around Lucky's body, and the screech of the car horn continued to haunt the dead city streets. "You were the one who told me to come back in time and stop you from taking this mark. You were the one who told me to give Lucky this power. In the way that Sean can revive hearts, so too, can Lucky stop them from beating altogether. You sent me back to have Lucky kill you, King. Up until this shit show, everything was working. You told me to do all of this exactly six hours from now—when you end up killing Lucky yourself. King, you can't finish your father's mark. If you do, it's over."

"What a perfectly good weapon," Milo mused, "and so pretty, too. I'm glad I picked her. She's so easily set off. It really doesn't take too much to make her powers fly—just a name. It was a good plan, I'll admit. Giving this girl your father's power so that she might in turn try to kill us when no human could. However, we've got a little more salt that she does. The muscles in our hearts are just a little...harder. Your plan failed, messenger boy."

"Let her go, Milo. I know why you came."

"You do?" Milo said as he looked King's way. He was actually nervous, wasn't he? He looked so much like Creston—the dark hair, the icy blue eyes. But, Creston never trembled like that. It was his mortal mother within him that made his fingers shake. "Alright, let's talk."

Milo dropped Lucky to the ground where she slumped, unconscious still, in the middle of the road. The lights of the next intersection cast a yellow glow over her body and the empty paper cups in the gutters. It made her silver hair look as orange as fire, but there didn't seem to be a flicker of life in her.

It didn't take King long to reach her. Her pale lips parted slightly, but her eyes would not open. Electricity jumped through the clouds and fell down around them like thorns. She was alive, but he couldn't get her to wake up.

"The hell did you do to her?" King yelled. "I swear I'll kill you."

"You want to kill me?" Milo smiled. "Finish the mark."

"What does he want?" King groaned. "If he wants to blow up the universe why doesn't he just do it?"

"Because," a new voice came from beside them, "that's not what I want."

"It's you...," King whispered as he watched his birth father come into view. He could have been his twin, but he was larger, taller, and more menacing. His features were sharper and so was his gaze. Creston was on Earth. "What do you want?"