text: In a world of superheroes the final bomb dropped, bringing destruction upon all whether hero or villain. Citizen or criminal, man or woman, adult or child. Not one was spared from the terrible weapons of destruction, crafted by those who didn’t realize that they created doom for not only their sworn enemies but for themselves too. No hero was strong enough, none were smart enough, but only one was fast enough. He was fast enough to save himself but not one other person. Fast enough to run and run until he noticed no more flares of destruction. Until the only thing he could notice was not the piercing sounds of yelling and crying, but the deafening silence of pure nothingness, a world that lay waiting for something to inhabit it. Not unlike the feeling one gets from seeing a once bustling street become empty at night. He was simply a blur, unable to cope that there was absolutely no one left. However, the blur thought if he could not save anyone, help anyone, or avenge anyone. Why not become everyone? The blur has become even faster now, storming through every library possible, learning how to do everything possible. First, he rebuilt every bridge, building, school, and skyscraper possible. He forgot no building from the tallest skyscraper to the secluded farmhouse across the world. He had to keep himself busy, if he wasn’t busy than he was thinking. If he was thinking he was thinking of what he failed to do, his failure as a hero. He was even faster now. As he kept running and repairing, he still felt empty inside. Everything looked fine on the outside, why was he not feeling better? The blur realized it, how could he forget? Every nice house needs decorations inside, things that tell you about who lived there and what they liked. So he started to decorate, paintings, trinkets, and other things. He ran and ran across the world decorating the inside of every building. Giving each one a personality he saw fit. What would once take him a month only took a few days, he was even faster now. Soon he was finished, everything had been fixed and decorated. It was like nothing bad had ever happened. But eventually he started to think once more, “I decorated and designed how I saw fit”. The rural farmer would not have a painting of a cityscape on his wall. It would be impossible to figure out the interests of every single person on Earth and what they would want in their homes. There just wasn’t enough time to do it. But for the blur this wasn’t an issue, he had all the time in the world and all the speed to do it. He started inspecting the belongings in every single house, deducing what they liked, their interests, and their dislikes. So he began, carefully taking in the consideration of everyone to have lived. Zipping across each street, house to house, bedroom to bedroom. He decorated in a way that they would have liked it, in a way that would not have told you it was the work of man losing himself. As he finished he thought to himself what more could he do? Everything looked better now, what more was he missing? As fast as the blur was, his thoughts started catching up to him. He could no longer keep himself busy with mindless work that would not please anyone except him. No matter how powerful one may be, every human needs companionship. He started a fruitless search around the world, there had to be at least ONE person left. He searched and searched, shelters, houses, schools, valleys, mountains, deserts. Every nook and cranny he searched, all he found were corpses. The blur then had his next idea “If I couldn’t save them in life, than I could honor them in death.” He began digging, he used a shovel at first but eventually realized it would be faster to just use his hands. As quickly as he bloodied his hands crudely thrusting them into the ground, they healed even quicker. In minutes he had buried dozens of people, a pile of dirt from the graves he had dug out began to rise. Another minute goes by, and soon a hill has taken shape. After a few minutes thousands had been buried, he was even faster now. A mountain started to form, eventually it began to tower over the tallest buildings. Hours had passed, everyone had been laid to rest. A mountain that put any skyscraper, mountain, or cloud to shame with its height had formed. It was a monument, a monument to not just the blur’s failure. But to the failure of humanity, a failure to realize to bring doom upon their enemies, that they had also brought doom upon those undeserving of it. The blur was left running, running to find something that wasn’t there. Whether it was purpose, companionship, or a way to undo it all. He was left running at speeds thought impossible. He was losing his grip, as for every day, hour, minute, and even second that had gone by. He had began to lose himself Even Faster Now.