The First: EVO Uprising (55 page)

Peace cackled as she pounded the anchor desk cracking it, Tamsen Fadal, now in tears, appeared as if she was about to lose it on national television.

“
Then I move onto Russia, where I will rip Putin’s heart of his ‘manly’ bare chest, and feed it to his Prime Minister, before I snap his neck,” she continued. “Does everyone see where I am going with this? Iran, Poland, North and South Korea, China, South Africa, Australia. Basically if you are a ‘world leader,’ and I happen to know the names and locations of all one hundred and ninety-two of you, you’re pretty much dead come tomorrow.”

“
Oh,” she snapped her fingers, “and for my grand finale, I plan to kill both Pope Francis and Benedict… the pussy, Syedna Mufaddal Saifuddin, and Louis Farrakan at the same time, just because they’re the only religious figures that really matter in this day and age.”

Peace adjusted herself in her seat as a somewhat serious visage appeared on her face.

“
Now you may be asking, what is the purpose of this massive and monumental bloodletting,” she said, matching her tone with her expression. “The primary reason for this mass extermination of all world leaders is clear psychological warfare intended last till the end of time. You see tomorrow, I expect to meet with some opposition. Hell, I expect to meet with some opposition the second I walk out of this building. The reason I can sit here with absolute confidence and tell you everything I plan to do tomorrow in great detail is because I’m that friggin powerful.”

“
Let me paint you a clearer picture,” she sighed while leaning back in her seat, “if you created ten exact clones of the ‘late, great’ Captain Omega, you’d still need at least a billion more to make me break a sweat. You beginning to understand the lesson for the tomorrow, kids? Resistance is fucking futile.”

Rosann walked over to stand by her brother. She glanced at him as they both wore mirrored faces of unnerved. Rogers stared at the screen with a granite-breaking scowl while Lady Tech just shook her head. Vincent translated what he picked up from Peace’s exclusive via her screen.

“
Now I could do something more humane like.” Peaces tossed her hands up in the air as if to grasp for an idea. “Demanding a show of submission and obedience by bowing on one knee to me like in the movies. But history has shown us nothing grabs as person’s attention, like, say, if I murdered Tamsen right here on national television.”

Tamsen squealed grasping the desk in maddening fright fearing for the end, while her colleague on the opposite side of Peace watched powerless and greatly concerned for her well-being.

“
Calm down, Tam, no need to wet yourself,” Peace jokingly reassured her. “I’m not going to kill you; my plan was always to kill Scott.”

“
What…” stammered Stanford.   

In one swift motion, Peace leapt out of her seat grapping Scott Stanford by the back of his head. She slammed him face first into the anchor desk shattering his skull and breaking his neck at the same time. Tamsen stood, letting out a blood-curdling scream as Stanford’s lifeless body crumpled into a heap on the floor. Additional yells and screams erupted from the terrified broadcast crew who witnessed the brutal murder of their fellow colleague right in front of them.

“
Bitch,” Peace erupted, “if you don’t stop screaming in my ear, I’m going to rip this dead bastard’s right arm from his body and fist you to death with it on national television. Sit down!”

Tamsen Fadal whimpered as she sat back down in her seat. Her initial trembling appeared to be a full-blown seizure as it was clear she was in total shock. Even though Peace directed her threat at her, everyone within the newsroom followed suit so as not to become a victim of her sadistic wrath. Peace rolled her eyes while flicking her blonde dreads back taking a seat again.

“
Now,” she started to collect her thoughts again, “as you can see that’s the effect I’m going for tomorrow, just on a much larger scale. Let me also reassure you that my intentions for doing this isn’t driven by politics, religion, money, power, world conquest, or any of that other worthless shit. My actions are much purer then that. This is about the preservation of my race and this planet, and by race I mean the ‘super human’ race.”

“
Let’s face it people,” she proceeded to lecture, “the current version of mankind, which is you ordinary people out there sucks balls. Majority of you are obese, and if you’re not porky pig, you’re malnourished and dying. Then let’s add a society of drug and technological dependence, greed, over indulgence, and outright hatred for your own species because of differences in trivial things such as class, race, religion, sexual preferences, and the list goes on and on. And don’t get me started on how you brutally and savagely rape and abuse this precious planet of ours, globally warming is real you dumb fucks; anyone says differently… I’ll kill em! In a nutshell, the failed experiment which is mankind is destined to eventually die out, and sadly may take this planet with them in the process.”

“
But that was until something wonderful happened near the end of 2008,” Peace cheerfully grinned, “in an explosive flash for the entire world to see; a process began where the genetically weakest of our race died off due to the Judgment Day virus, while the same virus allowed the strongest to evolve into more powerful beings. Surpassing the pathetic status quo which is you, and we are multiplying like rabbits, people!”

“
Now I know what a lot of your people are thinking, “Is this the eve of our Auschwitz?” Hell no,” she reassured while holding up a hand, “because even though the rest of you have not evolved to become as glorious as me, you still serve a very important purpose. You see, what your soon to be defunct government does not want you to know, is that although you the majority population around the world may not have symptoms of illness or evolved into superhumans; everyone on the planet is infected with the virus. It is a part of our ecosystem people; there is no cure, and shit is not going anywhere. The totally awesome news, which many of you have probably noticed, normal humans like you who do the horizontal nasty have the potential of siring more superhumans!”

Peace jumped up and down in her seat in excitement like a little girl on her birthday.

“
Isn’t that wonderful”? she gleefully asked. “What better incentive for getting knocked up than the advancement in the evolution of the human race? Now allow me to reassure all of you out there who step up and do their new civil duties that you will be generously compensated and taken care of! We’re talking two cows and a Lambo in every driveway or something like that.”

“
This bitch is crazy,” sneered Adrian.

“
Rabid dog crazy,” his sister chimed in.

“
As for those incapable of producing superior stock,” she leaned forward sighing with clasped hands, “I’m not going to blow smoke up your ass like a politician. You see, in order for this to work, the normal human gene pool must wither and die, while we super humans flourish, which means those that can’t produce… got to go.

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Now I don’t know if we’re going to implement some form of euthanasia or exile you to a remote location of the planet were you can live out the rest of your short and miserable lives. I’ll have to mull over it after the massacre tomorrow.  But you do have my word,” she savagely grinned while pointing at the camera, “you all will be the first to know after a decision has been made.

“
Now, to all of my fellow brothers and sisters out there who’ve taken up the mantle of being a ‘super hero,’ she coughed attempting not to laugh, “I would heavily advice you not to attempt be one tomorrow. You’re not going to come and save the day, because none of you are on my level. I know this because I am the reason you evolved in the first place. Well me, and a now exiled Sophia Dennison.”

“
Aw, shit.” Adrian shook his head.

“
Cats out of the bag now,” Rogers huffed.

“
You heard right kids, me and the first female superhuman seen back in 2008!” Peace beamed. “You owe your rebirth to your two mothers who made hot lesbian love with a nuclear warhead! And although it would really break my heart to do so, I will not hesitate to kill any of you that attempt to stand in my way. Not to mention, look around you, why would you want to protect any of them? You think they love and respect any of you? Wake up! They fear, hate, and loathe all of you, especially those in ‘power,’ because they know they cannot kill, control, or become like us. And don’t think for a second they’re not trying to do all three behind our backs. And while they’re doing that they have enticed some of our kind with worthless trivial things like money and fortune to join their puny little armies to fight and protect them from each other, starting a whole new cold war with us as the weapons!”

Pure unadulterated rage was written all over Peace’s face as she stood up knocking her seat over, making Tamsen Fadal cower further in her seat whimpering as quietly as possible. Her yellow eyes blazed brighter causing the feed to distort a bit.

“
Well let me tell you something my fellow superhumans… my children,” she reared her fangs, “we are
not
weapons, heroes, or any other ridiculous label these lesser primitive shells of our former selves think they can call us. We are the closest things to gods these backwater apes will ever see, and  my children… it is time we start fucking acting like it. It is
we
who shall inherit this Earth,
not
the meek!

“
That’s right, us the strong,” she violently slapped her left breast, “who do not need cars, planes, or boats that poison our atmosphere and the very planet itself when we can fly, leap, or run to our destination at the snap of a finger. We, the strong, who are more than capable of surviving the ever-changing harsh environments of this planet. Majority of us do not get sick, or even need food to survive. And we do not need to be divided by retarded ideologies such as race, religion, creed, or color because aside from power levels and abilities we are all equal in terms of being superior beings.”

Peace placed her hands firmly on the table leaning forward. She looked down at the table allowing some strands of her dreads to fall across her face, before raising her head again to glare at the cameras.

“
For too long words like
peace
and
change
get thrown around,” she smirked, “speeches like ‘Yes we can!’ are only good for erecting nipples and soaking panties. The truth is this is a world of ‘No you can’t’ if you’re not a part of the one percent then ‘No you can’t.’ If your ideas and views fuck with our bottom line then ‘No you can’t.’ An ideology that has saturated itself, infesting all aspect of life on this planet. And as we all know, the only way to treat an infestation is through thorough cleansing and eradication.”

She took a minute to look at her nails on her right hand.

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It’s never clean, or fun to do.” She cracked a smile. “Well, it’s going to be a lot of fun for me. However, for the human race to thrive and go on this must be done. It’s going to be traumatic, a lot of people are going to want to drink, shoot up, or seek heavy therapy after tomorrow, and not in that order. But after tomorrow has come and gone, and centuries have passed, future generations will look back at tomorrow as the day when the true cancer of this planet was finally cut out, giving this world a real chance to heal, and us as a race the opportunity to thrive and reach our maximum potential, as we should. Maybe a decade or two we might just make tomorrow a worldwide holiday, like Burning Man and shit.”

Peace cackled, shaking her head.

“
In closing,” she sighed, “to POTUS and the rest of our soon to be dearly departed world leaders. My advice to you in these last fifteen hours you have of life. Go fucking nuts. Drink what you want, smoke, inject, or snort what you want, go bang anyone or anything you want anywhere you want. Go to town! Because come nine o’clock in the morning tomorrow, this pretty little face shall be making the rounds to visit each and every one of you… and shake you from mortal coil.”

She allowed her ominous message to linger for a minute, before clapping her hands, which made a near catatonic Tamsen Fadal almost jump out of her skin.

“
Thank you all for tuning in to this very special edition of the Pix 11 six o’clock news.” She smiled brightly. “Be sure to tune in tomorrow for Tamsen and whoever her new anchor might be. “Two and a Half Men” is up next!”

She cued the stations theme ending music to play as she turned and appeared to be thanking a distraught and spaced out Tamsen for co-anchoring with her before stepping over Stanford’s body walking off the set.

With a wave of her hand Erica closed out the feed. Everyone looked around the room at one another with similar expressions and thoughts. How were they going to overcome such a menace.

“
Miss, I patched into the video surveillance cameras on 42nd Street between 2nd and 3rd,” Maxine reported. “The Defenders of Justice are outside the building preparing to ambush her.”

“
Oh no,” Erica swallowed.

“
Aren’t they based out of Chicago?” Adrian asked.

“
It’s going to be a slaughter.” Erica looked up at Abe.