The First Superhero (Novella): Richter Page 9
She stared up at him, fear radiating from every pore in her body.
“Getting some fresh air? Taking in the view? Trust me, I’ve seen better,” Patrick said.
“Screw you Richter,” she said. She spat at his feet.
Anger flared within him. He lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck. “I hate it when people call me that.”
He turned her around and grabbed her by the back of the neck, then he floated up over the wall, the redhead in hand. Everybody was still standing there, down below, as he’d expected. Patrick held the girl out above the ground, her legs kicking. The terror coming from her was palpable.
“Somebody help me, please!” she screeched.
Nobody calls me Richter, he thought.
Patrick let go of her, and seconds later there was a very loud boom.
Somebody flew up and caught her, then brought her safely to the ground.
Before he even saw the face, Patrick knew who it was. It was the face he’d seen just the day before. The girl’s rescuer looked up at him, and even with his glowing blue eyes, Patrick knew why that face had haunted him.
He looked exactly how Patrick imagined Victoria’s brother Ben would look if he had gotten a couple of years older. Memories came flooding back to him, memories he’d tried so hard to keep locked away. Memories that filled him with sadness. Memories he’d spent the last two months trying to forget.
Memories of that night in the woods, the night he had killed Ben and everybody else at the party.
That’s where this all started, he thought. That was the night Richter was born.
A blinding pain broke him from his train of thought. It felt as if a locomotive had slammed into his chin while going at full speed. Patrick flipped backwards through the air, unable to regain his composure. He felt something grab hold of his shirt and rip it right off him.
Patrick got hold of himself and straightened out. He turned and got one last glance at Ben’s doppelgänger. The new Super was floating there, staring right at him, holding Patrick’s black t-shirt in his hand. He was taking everything in, fighting the urge to smile.
Patrick decided he should leave before the new Super went after him some more. He would give them all this moment, for Ben.
I can’t wait to find out if you’re as easy to kill as he was, he thought as he flew away.
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