3 Showtime Part 3

The vessel that held the voice descended in an angelic fashion from high, completely turning the crowd into a sniveling score of sycophants. Then, like yin and yang, the entire script flipped as the whole crowd erupted into thankful applause while we shrank in presence. We had expected to encounter a hero or two on this little stunt, but it was a distant hope at best.

Despite the height, Robin Financial was still on the lower levels of Krimo, a literal deterrent for heroes. There are no cameras to soak up the spotlight, no valuables to watch over, no advantage to increase your rep beyond empty promises of "saving" us.

So you can imagine my surprise when I saw not only a cape-wearing, fame-mongering, false-hope spewing hero. But worse yet, we were dealing with one of the up-and-coming "greatest" of our time.

The woman who bench-pressed a building to save a three-legged puppy, the hero that stopped the Mutant Monster Mash of 98, and the savior who got nicknamed the Kindhearted Compatriot of Krimo. And she just so happened to stumble her way here: The Omnifarious Officer Omna.

Long wavy hair met a light blonde hue that made her clear blue eyes radiate all the more. Her white skin and cape seemed to shine along with the sun. The suit was a blue bodysuit with red shoulder pads, gloves, belt, and heels.

Her symbols paraded around her muscular frame for all to see: A big white "O" on her chest with various branch-like lines coming out of them.

But you want to know what I hated most of all? It was that same judgemental look that saw me as trash. The same look that brought me pain my entire life. The same look that drove me on this path here today. From my slumbering subconscious, my inner demon resurfaced in full force, clashing with Omna's aura and refusing to back down.

My entire line of sight became blood red, entirely focused on giving her hell by any means necessary. Another shot of adrenaline pumped into my veins as another risky plan came to fruition.

"You may be right about that, but I was on this path the minute I discovered this curse of mine," I said while pressing the blaster closer to a now fake-crying Fury.

Noticing the intensity, Omna quickly changed gears with the same acute warmth as before.

"I'm sorry you think that way; I truly am. But just because we were born differently doesn't mean I haven't been where you're at now. I know what it's like to feel the world is pressuring you because of your powers, but I don't think you're a bad person. Because if you did, my sense mode would've detected far fewer life signs in the room, and you would already have tried to leave your crew to save themselves. So please put down the blaster, and let me save you," she said in earnest.

From that little speech, my inner demon became lulled, stripped bare of all resolve as I told the greatest of all my bluffs: the truth.

"You can't save what's already broken, Omna, just like how you can't save them," I said in nostalgic heartbreak as I pulled the trigger.