How To Succeed in Evil (34 page)

When Excelsior arrives, he explains the matter to him. Not in the chip-in-the-big-game way, but in the hero-providing-a-great-service-to-his-country way. Sure Smiles stutters a little bit, but all-in-all he doesn’t do that bad of a job.

“I hate oil,” Excelsior says, “It takes forever to get it out of my suit. There’s got to be another way.”

“Not for nearly a year,”

“No.” says Excelsior. Then he flies away.

Thinking Excelsior was well out of earshot, Smiles shrieks, “You come back here!” In an instant, Excelsior returns. He floats an inch in front of Smiles’ face. “I said NO.” Smiles quivers with terror. Excelsior disappears in an instant, but Smiles shakes for many minutes afterwords.

When the terror wears off, the self-pity sets in. But it doesn’t last long. Smiles is spineless and contemptible, but he isn’t weak. He isn’t completely powerless. He walks to his office with a scowl on his face. He needs to get something on Excelsior. Or give him something he wants. But what could it be? What do you get the man who can do anything? What do you get on the man that nothing can hurt? For all his big talk and pain-in-the-ass, tough-guy attitude, Gus has something on Excelsior. He thought he was so much better than Smiles. But Smiles now realizes, that Gus has been playing the game just like everybody else. Everything is politics.

Smiles knows he can play politics better than Gus. Because he’s smarter than Gus. Isn’t he? He’ll get something on Excelsior, and then he’ll have the biggest chip in the biggest game around. Oh yeah, nobody will tell him what to do. Even the president will be nice to him. Nobody will ever play Smiles again. He’ll be above the game.

He sits at his desk. On it is an envelope with the words “The solution to your problem” printed in black magic marker on the outside. Smiles can’t believe what he finds inside.

It is a brief detailing how Edwin Windsor poisoned Gus. There are pictures of the device, a chemical description of the poison, and several 8x10s of Edwin patting Gus on the back. Edwin’s hand is circled in red. Oh, this is good. This is exactly what he needs to get into Excelsior’s good graces. Not enough to control him, but certainly enough to open up detanté.

Smiles almost considers that this might be a set up. He almost wonders who would benefit from having Edwin Windsor be the target of the most powerful man in the world. He almost checks to make sure that having Edwin out of the way will be to his advantage. Almost.

If he was smarter, or more cunning, he might consider blackmailing Edwin with this evidence, getting as much money out of him as he can, and then still unleashing Excelsior upon him. Director Smiles thinks of none of this. He allows himself to be played. What does he care? He’s getting what he wants out of the deal. What would he think if he knew that Edwin Windsor had prepared that envelope especially for him?

What would we think?

Chapter Fifty-Eight 

The Reckoning

Edwin stands in the ruins of his building. After the extensive damage done by the conflict between Lifto and Excelsior, the entire building was deemed more expensive to repair than to simply rebuild. So, the structure is totaled — dead as it stands. As Edwin shuffles through the dust and the debris, he is philosophical about waste, destruction and loss.

Everything has its natural and unavoidable consequence. He can see that now. He can see something of the whole pattern, inevitable and inexorable. All of this destruction is a consequence of what had come before. Not something that has been inflicted upon him, but something he chose with his actions. If only Edwin had developed this understanding sooner.

Edwin is surprised to find that he is not afraid. Ever since Agnes’ death, long forgotten feelings and emotions have coursed through him. Most of these spasms have been unpleasant. He has struggled, not only to keep control of his thoughts, but to remember the words that are used to describe emotions. It has been so long since he felt anger, greed, hope, fear, sadness, joy — any of them. But now, Edwin is calm, resolved, resigned to his fate.

“Jesus, you can’t go home again can ya?” says Topper, as he emerges from the darkness.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for you, you morose bastard. I was worried I would find you here. This is no good for you. Lingering in the past.”

Now Edwin feels a little fear. But not for himself. “You should go. It’s not safe.”

“Well if it’s not safe for me, then it’s certainly not safe for you. You’re not as resourceful as I am.”

“Excelsior is coming for me.”

“Then what are you doing here? You gotta run. You gotta hide.”

Edwin smiles at his little friend. “No Topper, the time for running and hiding — the time for playing it small — has passed. This is the reckoning.”

There is a beeping. It is the sound of a large truck backing up. Men in white jumpsuits, throw open the doors. Inside is the Cromoglodon. He senses a chance at freedom and roars, rattling the panels of the truck that contains him.

Edwin reaches into his pocket and triggers the fear. The Cromoglodon moves to the back of the truck and cowers. Edwin reaches out to the beast. “It’s all right,” he says, even as his hand stays firm on the trigger. The Cromoglodon moves towards him. Edwin lowers the intensity of the fear. When the Cromoglodon touches him, Edwin deactivates the electrodes. Relief floods through the Cromoglodon, and he holds Edwin’s hand, weeping with joy.

“You see,” Edwin says, “He is not completely lost. He is trainable. All that is needed is the proper reinforcement mechanism. We may yet civilize him.” Edwin gives The Cromoglodon a pat on the head, as one might pat a dog, and walks away. The Cromoglodon shuffles after him on his knees. Unwilling to leave his master’s side.

“Oh,” says Topper, “Okay, you’re gonna get revenge for what Excelsior did to Agnes. I like to see that passion in you Edwin. Revenge is what keeps me young.”

“Revenge isn’t the point Topper. There is work to be done here. My work. And even if I find pleasure in it, it must be done all the same.”

“But what if the Cromoglodon can’t kill Excelsior. What if Excelsior can’t be killed?”

Edwin sets his jaw. A slight tension ripples across his brow. “Then we are doomed.”

There is a sonic boom and Excelsior appears before them.

“Windsor, I’m going to enjoy this,” says Excelsior.

Edwin gives the Cromoglodon a little pat on the shoulder, “Go on. Get him.” The Cromoglodon looks unsure.

“Look at me Windsor,” says Excelsior.

But Edwin is still coaxing the Cromoglodon. “It’s okay. You go ahead.”

Excelsior lunges for Edwin. His fingers stop, mere millimeters from Edwin’s throat. No one is more surprised at this than Edwin. He and Excelsior look down. The Cromoglodon has grabbed Excelsior. For a moment, all is still. Then the Cromoglodon lifts Excelsior into the air and slams him into the ground. The concussion knocks Edwin and Topper from their feet.

Excelsior is hurt, but he’s not stunned. He’s been thinking about the last time this happened. And he’s got a few more things to try. The last time, he had tried to match brute strength with brute strength. He won’t make that mistake again. Even as he feels his ribs compress as they contact the ground, beams of energy leap out from his eyes. The smell of burning flesh fills his nostrils. He laughs. The Cromoglodon’s face is burning.

The Cromoglodon bellows in pain. He takes his other hand and smashes the palm of it into Excelsior’s face. His fingers find Excelsior’s eyeballs and press. Excelsior blinks. It’s an involuntary reflex. The back of Excelsior’s eyeballs get hot and he lets the beams drop. Using his legs, he kicks the Cromoglodon high into the air. As the beast recedes into the sky, Excelsior realizes that the Cromoglodon’s shirt is displaying an advertisement for painkillers.

As they watch the struggle, Topper turns to Edwin and says, “Let’s make it interesting. I’ll put twenty dollars on Excelsior.”

Edwin does not look away from the fight. “If Excelsior wins, he’s going to kill me.”

“Yeah, right, so you’re clearly betting on the other guy,” says Topper, still cheery.

“And he’ll probably kill you as well.”

“Ah whatever. At least I’ll die twenty dollars richer. And that way I'll be less upset about getting killed," Topper says with a smile. 

The Cromoglodon literally hits the ground running. As he lumbers towards towards Excelsior, the caped hero fills his lungs with air. The Cromoglodon bellows with rage and braces for impact, but he never gets there. Hurricane force winds hold him back as Excelsior breathes out. The Cromoglodon fights against the current of air. His fingers clench and unclench in frustration. He’s dying to get a hold on Excelsior.

Edwin says to Topper, “You see, one-dimensional thinking. If the Cromoglodon would only step to the side. ”

“Yeah. I think you should just pay up now,” says Topper.

Excelsior grows red in the face and starts to sputter. He has run out of aier, but the Cromoglodon has not run out of anger. He crashes into Excelsior. Using his forearms like an ape, he bludgeons him to the ground. Excelsior rolls out from underneath the blows and soars into the sky. The Cromoglodon stands there, trying to figure out what’s going on. Now he’s all worked up. He wants something to smash. But the something he was smashing just flew away.

“I can’t believe it!” says Topper. “The BUM! He ran away. What a cowar—” Before Topper can finish his sentence, Excelsior comes streaking out of the sky and hits the Cromoglodon at a terrific speed. The Cromoglodon is pushed backwards. His feet leave large furrows in the earth, but he does not fall. He whirls to face his attacker, but Excelsior is already gone.

Excelsior swoops down and hits him again. This time The Cromoglodon slumps to a knee. He coughs up some blood.

“I got some bad news,” says Topper. “I think I’m winnin’ twenty bucks.”

This time, Excelsior is really cooking. He means to break the Cromoglodon’s spine. No more holding back. He gets in the slot and pours it on. It feels good. But just as he is about to hit the Cromoglodon, something happens. His target disappears. Then earth leaps up and hits him in the face. Then it does it again. And again. Things go black.

The Cromoglodon has grabbed Excelsior by the cape. He’s beating Excelsior against the ground like a rug. A very dirty rug that the Cromoglodon is very, very angry with.

Topper tries to hand Edwin a $20 bill. Edwin ignores him.

Now Excelsior is unconscious on the ground. The Cromoglodon stands over him brandishing a large hunk of building over his head. He gives a triumphant roar. As he steps forward to deliver the coup de grace Edwin triggers the fear.

The Cromoglodon drops the stone and scurries to Edwin’s side. In the Cromoglodon’s mind, Edwin does not cause the pain. Edwin is the one who stops the pain. Edwin has worked hard to cultivate this illusion. “That’s enough,” he says.

Edwin reaches into his pocket for a walkie-talkie. He keys the mike and says, “We’re a go.” Men in jumpsuits emerge from the truck. They rush to Excelsior and put him on a stretcher and bring him to Edwin. “Is he dead?” Edwin asks.

As if in response, Excelsior stirs slightly. From a long way away he asks, “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to reason with you," answers Edwin.

Chapter Fifty-Nine 

Hero or Villain?

When Excelsior wakes up, the first thing he sees is Edwin Windsor. Edwin sits in a plush leather chair. Next to the chair there is a small side table with a pot of tea and a video projector. Edwin takes a sip of tea and asks. “How are you feeling?” His concern almost sounds genuine.

“A little woozy,” says Excelsior. The room smells musty to him. He sees crude lights are strung on the ceiling. Excelsior tries to move and realizes that he cannot. This has never happened before. Excelsior is not happy. He struggles vigorously, but gets nowhere.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Windsor, but when I break free, I’ll take care of you.”

“Of that I have no doubt,” says Edwin, placing the cup in it’s saucer. He crosses his legs and says, “but I thought we might have a little talk first.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, you’re a monster. Plain and simple.”

Edwin considers monstrosity. “Perhaps,” he says, “Perhaps I am a monster. But one thing is certain. I am not a barbarian.” Edwin removes a pristine white handkerchief from his jacket pocket. Then he leans down and wipes some of the grime from Excelsior’s face. Excelsior tosses his head from side to side but there is nothing he can do.

“Hold still,” Edwin commands. He pours a bit of tea into his handkerchief and rubs at a stubborn spot on Excelsior’s forehead. Excelsior gnashes at him with his teeth. It’s the only resistance he can offer.

Edwin avoids the bite. “With those manners, I will certainly not be offering you tea.”

“What have you done to me?”

“I have placed you in a cardboard tube, and then filled the tube with quick setting epoxy. It has tensile strength almost equal to titanium. Remarkable substance. Especially because, to unbind it, all I need do is apply this reactant,” Edwin says, holding up a small vial of liquid.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re just a villain like all the rest. And someday I will defeat you.”

“Really? Why not today? Why not now?”

Again, Excelsior struggles against his prison. Again he fails to break free. Edwin wasn’t kidding, this stuff is strong. Excelsior thought he might break it if he were at full strength, but the beating had taken a lot out of him. More than he liked to admit. Excelsior scanned the strange room again. All he needed was a window, a little —

“Sunlight?” Edwin asks. “ I am afraid not. We are six stories underground. This is all that is left of my building. Sub basement three B, I think it is. I am certain this room has never seen the light of day.”

“How did you know?”

“You mentioned it in a magazine interview in 1974. It’s never wise to reveal the source of your powers. Actually, it’s never wise to reveal anything. It’s a mistake I’m sure you won’t be making again. Don’t take it so hard. Even without research it would have been easy enough to deduce. A simple order of magnitude calculation. Where else could so much energy come from? From what you eat? How many calories of energy would you have to exert to lift a battleship? No, it simply has to be the sun. Unless you yourself are a fusion reactor.”