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The Evil Adventures of A. Paco Llyps

(Before you get upset and sic Homeland Security on me, I want to say this story is simply fiction.  I am not now, and never have been a crazed terrorist.  I have no plans or desire to blow up anything.  I don’t own any plastic explosives, and have no idea how to get any, and wouldn’t if I could.  I just thought it would be fun to write some stories from the villain’s point of view.  After all, I did create Monsters! Monsters! back in 1977 so we could see things from their point of view.  The A. Paco Llyps stories were written back in the 1990s, and this may be the only one that has survived, although as I recall, I did half a dozen of them.  At the time I was running a play-by-mail game called Crossover Earth, about a world full of superheroes and supervillains, and I had about a dozen players/writers including Michael Stackpole who wrote about a hero called Revenant.  It was a story writing game in a superhero world.  If I find any more of the stories, I will publish them here.)

Coming Out Party                                                         Ken St. Andre

(copyright April 2012 by Ken St. Andre.  All rights reserved.)

Adam Paco Llyps sat alone in a rental car parked off to one side of a busy Chevron station not far from LAX International Airport. A small black box with an extending antenna lay beside him on the seat–a box with no instrumentation except a round red button. Built into the dashboard was a short-wave receiver, tuned to a frequency near the high end of the non-commercial band. Some kind of radio drama seemed to be playing–the radio wasn’t turned up loud, but a steady stream of sound like crowd noises and people talking and sometimes an announcement–will passengers holding tickets for flight 897 please line up at gate 17C.

It wasn’t a hot day, but Adam was sweating. If there had been anyone to look at him, they might have thought he was having some kind of seizure–so rigid were his features and so dilated were the pupils of his hazel eyes. The few attendants at the Chevron, however, were much too busy pumping gas to worry about anyone parked out of the way of traffic.

“I’ve got to do this,” said Adam. “I’ve been planning this moment for over five years now, ever since the goddess told me her will.” He didn’t realize that he was speaking–almost chanting the words in a low, monotone voice. “The Apocalypse must begin! It is time for Apocalypse Now to introduce itself to the world.”

Adam Paco Llyps knew that today’s mission was only a gesture–that he would have to start thinking bigger if he was to fulfill his mission. Ten bombs in an airport–maybe a couple thousand casualties if things went according to plan. It was trivial really–more children would be born in the United States in an hour than this bombing could possibly kill. He’d still be losing ground . . . but at least he’d have started.

He glanced at his watch, an expensive Rolex. Another twenty minutes to go until detonation–if things went well. Time for his ten loyal men in their black suits and Michael Douglas masks–a cute touch that, imitating an actor who had just made a film about a man in a homicidal rage–to plant their briefcases full of plastique, children’s jacks, and Apocalypse Now flyers all over the airport and then to calmly walk away from it.

He looked at the traffic zooming in and out of the airport. They were like ants or bees going in and out of their nest. Humans were such insects, such lice upon the skin of the goddess that was the earth. And it was up to him to destroy them–sometimes he thought the task was impossible.

Still he had come so far since acquiring the Purpose. From rags to riches literally, from being a pauper in India his luck and drive had turned him into a wealthy man in America. He had built a worldwide organization, and he had done it secretly enough that only a very few men and women knew him for the boss. He had created a dozen aliases, mastered a kind of mind control utilizing hypnosis and drugs, built secret bases all over the world, devised a score of plans to cause mass destruction and death. And today it began, the beginning of the end.

He felt like laughing maniacally. He felt like weeping like a spanked child. He did neither–just sat there looking at his watch, waiting for the moment to push the button.

“Boss, it’s Blur!” said one of his men with alarm in his voice.

Adam Paco Llyps didn’t know who or what Blur was, but he knew it was trouble. Without hesitating, he pushed the button, sending a radio signal to detonate the plastique.

The force of the explosions broke glass and rattled everything not nailed down more than a mile from ground zero. Plumes of smoke and debris soared up from six separate locations at the airport. Six, not ten, something had gone wrong. As the sirens began to sound, he eased his car into traffic and drove away, taking surface streets, working his way north and east, leaving Los Angeles behind.

Now that it was all over, he felt relieved. It was a pity that his agents had to die, but it must have been instantaneous and painless for them. And if some of them survived, they’d soon go back to their cover identities and take up a normal life once more, at least until the cataclysm that would sink California forever. He hadn’t really thought that anything could stop him, not when he so clearly had the favor of the goddess, but he had planned for the contingency anyway. His agents would forget everything, including their names and what they had done if they heard someone read them their rights.

Still, the fact that the coming out party hadn’t gone perfectly troubled him. How could anything have gone wrong when the goddess so urgently wanted the destruction of the human vermin that troubled her? Could something be protecting the humans? Something evil that wanted the Earth itself to be destroyed? Something that would interfere with him and his mission again and again? The more Paco thought about it, the more he came to believe that there was some hostile force working against him; some force that protected humanity.

He resolved to find out what a Blur was, and to plan all further actions of Apocalypse Now with backup plans in case anything went wrong. The resolution calmed him. Things may not have gone perfectly this time, but next time would be different. In the meantime, the explosions at LAX would signal his followers all over the world to commence their activities. Apocalypse Now had been born–born in blood and fire and the pain of the vermin called man. He allowed himself just a hint of a maniacal chuckle–time enough to laugh when people were dying by the millions instead of the thousands. Yes, he would laugh loudly then.

. . . to be continued

If you’ve ever written superhero or supervillain fiction, or even thought about doing so, you could leave a comment here.

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