Omake: Ancient Evil Survives
Tristran Morris died on a Monday. It wasn't what you'd call one of those good deaths; the Movement had left a lot of incidental damage, some of which was still needing to be detected. Anyone could have stumbled and fallen through that weakened sewer grate, but it was Tristran that did it, and he plunged down, broke his neck on the way down, and drowned. If he was lucky, the water workers would find his body eventually, but at least no one would know his last words were a panicked, "Oh baby no -"
Imagine then his surprise at waking up in his bed, very much alive, on Tuesday morning.
Our Man here is a classic theater kid, right down to being bi and kinda sleeping around, though to his eternal credit here he's never broken a heart on purpose. He lost Tuesday to the resulting panic attack from very vividly remembering that he ought to be dead, and then on Wednesday he had to go back into work where the patrons of one Ma's Grill know him as 'that gay waiter', a role he plays up despite its inaccuracy because it's kinda part of his brand now. The poor guy was off his game the entire time, inviting genuine concern from the regulars, a small blessing for which Tristran was nevertheless very grateful. Wednesday night was the start of rehearsal for
The Man of La Mancha, in which Tristran really honestly wanted to play Cervantes, but instead ended up as the Barber. It was what it was.
The drunk driver that killed him early Thursday morning never consciously realized it.
Friday morning, Tristran woke up in his bed swearing and gasping for breath, with his sheets soaked in sweat. Jesus titty-skittling Christ, that guy could have killed Trist-
- Oh. Right. He did.
"What. The. Fffffuck -"
* * * *
Three weeks, nine deaths later, Tristran had to admit to himself that maybe he was in over his head here. Waking up uninjured was great, but also, what? Why? How? Some part of him wanted to just get on
Hero for Hire on a burner, but how many metahuman hackers had survived that could just track him down? No, he needed help but if all his power was, was 'wake up at home alive', then he wasn't exactly a combatant...but if it was more, he might be a danger to himself and others...
Getting together the funds to hire courier services meant Tristran was gonna have to be late on rent. But that's fine. It'll be worth it to know, to
really know. So it is that young adults on bikes, explaining that they were hired by 'some twink dressed like a stock image of a cat burglar', delivered copies of the same letter to the Zenith and, eventually, into the hands of the first member of Justice Unlimited that could be physically found in public.
Where can I learn more about understanding a newly awakened power? Matter of life and death but also somehow not super urgent. Please post it to Hero for Hire.
- "Lich"
P.S. Very sorry, could not afford a tip, can you do right by the courier?