Rage

They turned him into hamburger. How persuasive. With half of his face hanging off, his Father turned to him. "Run," he said. The Son of Man got to his feet. His father, out of reach, still fought them. The Son saw the arc of lighning, smelled ozone. Supercell had arrived.

The Son rushed to his father's side. The battle would soon be over, he thought. Supercell powered the cities and the new team. He'd come to save them.

Bad guys dropped right and left, static lifting their hair. Supercell strolled towards them, his sheilded eyes unseen. The Son's stomach turned as he sensed the raw hatred from this man.

An bolt hit the Father square in the chest. The Son flew backwards. He watched Supercell cary his Father away.

Then, the full weight of the attack bore down upon him alone. The Sword of David gleamed blood slick as he hacked at any moving thing, following his Father.

He fell after too many headshots. The slow motion of cranial trauma carried him to the ground. Through puffed eyesockets, he saw Dubois standing over him. The cakewalk raid on the desert stronghold. Now, it made sense.

"You should have been more like your father and less like your mother," Dubois said.

"My Father would have done the same as I," he replied.

"No," Dubois said, "No, boy. Your father would have killed me on sight if not for your pardon. You can't win if you're restricted like that. You know this. Did they teach you nothing?"

The Son tried to stand and was pushed down by the boot of Dubois.

"You know what I want," Dubois smiled.

"And I know your true name," the Son smiled back with blood red teeth. Dubois lifted his boot, gave one final stomp and turned away.

"You have two days," Dubois said.

"Wait," The Son of Harmless said, sitting up, "I have my answer for you now." Dubois stopped, but did not turn. "Rules change," the Son said. "You'll be dead by morning."

Dubois chuckled as he left.

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