Millisecond: Superspeed is a curse

Stories

### Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Prologue

Another day, another bank robbery in broad daylight.

Milly had heard it said once that the difference between people and animals was that an animal could learn from its own mistakes, but that people could learn from each other. Then what did that make the half a dozen crooks she was looking at right now inside the foyer of the Bulwark Bay Community Bank?

Animals with ski masks on, guns drawn, and hostages against one wall?

Given how far along they were, they must’ve been here a while already, but the silent alarm had only just been tripped. “Welp, you fellas look like you know your stuff,” Milly thought aloud as she zipped a small circle around one of the crooks.

It wasn’t as though anyone would hear her or be able to react at the speed she was going. Even if they had her warped perception of time, it would take them at least another quarter of a second to even begin willing their arms into motion to pull the trigger. She’d be long gone by then.

Conveniently, that also meant she didn’t have to worry about anyone identifying her by getting a good look. Even if they could, what use was there in describing a southern blond girl in America? Or for that matter, a generic white and black tracksuit with a big pair of reflective ski goggles? You could get that stuff anywhere.

Surveying the crooks, she noticed something off about the masked girl keeping watch by the inner door. She had the same dark clothes on, but unlike the others, she didn’t have a weapon and her build was small. Milly pulled the girl’s ski mask up to get a better look. She was tan and didn’t look much older than Milly, maybe fifteen? Milly was sure she’d not seen the girl before, she’d have remembered the cute freckles on her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose.

The girl looked tense, a little green around the gills as though she had a terrible case of stage fright. It made sense. The only reason a pretty girl like her would be here for all this, especially that young, would be if she was Superpowered. Crooks didn’t give two licks about dragging a kid down with them if it upped their odds, if anything, it was a bonus. It was a lot easier to spring someone from juvie than supermax.

Milly sighed and pulled the mask all the way off and tossed it in the air behind her where it seemed to slow to a crawl the moment it left her grasp.

Powered individuals were nothing new. The world was full of superheroes and villains, and new ones popped up all the time. Probably a newbie like her had been brought along as ‘muscle’ for the robbery in case any heroes showed up.

It was a decent plan. Distract the heroes with a big flashy fight while the crooks go out the back door with the goods on the promise of bailing out the newcomer. It probably would’ve worked too if the hero first on the scene had been anyone other than her.

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The Millisecond, the fastest hero alive.

Most of her fights took exactly that long. And even then only because the stopwatches didn’t count in smaller increments than that.

“Sorry.” Milly looked the nervous wannabe villain in the eyes as she brushed a sweaty strand of red hair behind the girl’s ear. “No big flashy fight for us. But hey, reckon you’ll have better luck next time, I certainly won’t.”

Milly sighed. “Enjoy it on my behalf, will ya?”

As her finger briefly brushed the girl’s ear, her attention was drawn to the silvery star stud decorating her earlobe. It looked nice, but she couldn’t help but feel a little pang at the thought that she’d missed out on any chance of getting one herself. She’d already chickened out of getting her ears pierced once and that was before the ‘split-second’ would last an eternity.

She met the girl’s eyes and—Wait! She was looking at her!?

Startled, Milly stepped back. Shock, fear, and excitement coursed through her all at once for but a moment, until she noticed the girl was every bit as unmoving as before. Had she just always been looking her in the eye? Milly glanced over her shoulder. The door was behind her. That made sense… but maybe…

Milly took a slight, hopeful step to the left, but her heart sank into her boots when the eyes didn’t follow her at all, remaining as fixed as everything else in her world.

Hopes thoroughly dashed, Milly opted to move on.

For now, she’d walk away and continue her sweep through the building, a couple more crooks further in. They’d just finished cracking the safe door. “Ah, that’d be what tripped the alarm then…”

Alright, eight in total. She could take care of that easily enough.

Maybe she should wait? It wasn’t as if any of the hostages were in any danger while she was here. It might be fun to give another hero a chance to show up and give the new girl a fun first heist fight.

Ah, which reminded her. Milly snatched the mask out of midair and slipped it over the girl’s head again. After taking a moment to make sure it was on properly, Milly plopped down in one of the comfy chairs near the till and rested her feet on another.

She waited.

Now that she was staying in one place, it took about a minute of ‘Milly Time’ before the first couple of crooks took notice of her. Several more before they’d managed to aim their guns.

“If you pull the trigger, I’m gonna have to get up,” Milly warned with a groan. She didn’t want to have to do that, but she also knew that at her speed the warning was as impossible to understand as anything else she’d said, it would barely even register as a blip.

That was probably the thing she hated most about her powers. The lack of witty banter. She had all the time in the world to come up with good lines, and nobody would ever hear them. She’d considered flashcards, but that just wasn’t the same.

The muzzles flashed silently. The bullets would get to Milly well before the sound would.

With another exasperated groan, Milly popped out of the chair just in time to avoid getting hit. The bullets were fast enough that she had to pay attention, akin to someone running in her own time frame. Dangerous if she got hit, true, but the gunmen couldn’t adjust their aim mid-flight. All she had to do was avoid the unchanging path of the bullet being run at her. It was as boring as anything else.

Weaving between the hail of bullets, she approached the nearest crook at what felt like a normal walking pace to her. The man’s eyes were still on the empty chair she’d long since left behind.

So boring.

As one more bullet floated past her cheek, she found her thoughts drifting back to when life had been so much more exciting. The beginning of the school year.

Her first day at Arkwright Academy.

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### Chapter 2: Chapter 2 First Day

*Back when the world still moved faster than molasses*

The city of Bulwark Bay was huge! Far bigger in person than any picture could have prepared her for.

The first couple of hours of the trip with her dad in their old pickup truck Milly had been a bundle of nerves with nothing but flatlands all around to distract herself with. Then she'd been bored out of her mind for the following day and a half of driving. But now they were finally here, and she was practically glued to the car window.

Just the roads alone could fit eight cars side by side and were laid out crisscross and lifted overtop of each other like a toy racetrack, missing only the loop-the-loop portions. All the buildings were huge, but some skyscrapers here looked like they really could scratch the sky. Then the shopping mall where even a team of trained survivalists would get lost for weeks by Milly’s estimation.

Every building they passed was more fantastical than the last and built up more and more tension in her stomach as they drew closer to their destination.

“Coming up on it now,” Dad called out. He was a large, muscular man that almost looked like he’d stepped out of the pages of a cowboy comic book. Blue jeans. Beige shirt. A bristly beard that acted as the only thing that kept her from believing he was secretly a superhero. Heroes with secret alter-egos never had beards… she was pretty sure at least.

Milly pried herself away from the window and leaned forward over the dashboard to get a better look as they approached the Bulwark Bay Central Park.

A large gate surrounded by stony walls was the only way in from this side as far she could see. By car at least. The walls themselves were only maybe two meters tall. Easily climbable from the outside, and she could see the looming trees and greenery just on the other side that would make it even easier to get out.

A low chuckle drew her attention back to her dad.

“I see you looking. Already planning how to sneak out?” He reached a hand out to ruffle her hair before she could squirm out of the way. “You know I can still turn this car around, just say the word.”

Despite his playful tone, Milly knew he meant it. He’d been against the idea of sending her off to boarding school and only reluctantly agreed after days of good behavior, chores, and more just to prove she was totally responsible enough to be out of the house for a few months.

“If I change my mind, you’ll be the first to know, Pa.” She held up her phone and gave it a wiggle. It was the first of the big changes in her life after getting that invitation to attend Arkwright Academy on a sports scholarship. She still could hardly believe she was offered one, she was only second-best in her old school.

That was part of why her father drove all the way out here a few days ago. Just to confirm the academy actually existed and was aiming to deliver on its promise. Clearly, it must’ve gone well because now they were both here.

Arkwright Academy was an all-girls boarding school that reached out to students all over the place and promised independence, orientation, and focused education from high school all the way up to university.

Not that Milly could honestly say she had all that much interest in the studying part, the real draw was the freedom that came with living in the dorms. The opportunity to meet new people. Her own room. Nobody to tell her what to do or check in on her every five minutes.

She loved her dad, but he could be a little much.

Also, it didn’t hurt that it was located smack dab in the middle of the big city! She wouldn’t have to explain herself and bum a ride anywhere, she could just walk right up to a movie theater if she felt like it!

Plus, though she didn’t much like the idea of being limited to what to wear, the school uniforms were cute enough that it was a definite draw.

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“Alright, heads up,” he grumbled, keeping his eyes on the road. “I reckon you’ll like this next bit,” he said just before they turned a corner and the trees and bushes made way for an unobstructed view of the campus.

The first thing to catch her eye was the castle.

An honest-to-goodness castle!

Milly could barely believe her eyes. It didn’t even make sense. She was pretty sure there were never any historical castles or even forts in the area. So someone had this built recently? It had to be at least three stories tall and built out of thick stone and steel as though it was meant to withstand a hurricane of cannonballs. It even had whatever those little square brick thingies at the top were called!

She flipped out her phone and started taking pictures. It was a shame her sketchpad was buried somewhere deep in one of her bags in the truck bed.

It took her a while to even begin to consider taking a look at anything else. Fields of grass, a sports field surrounded by a running track, and several auxiliary buildings that she didn’t know the purpose of but shared a similar design to the main building in miniature.

Maybe that’s how they convinced dad to let her stay here. It certainly looked like it would be safe in there even if a couple of Superhumans had a drag-out fight right in the courtyard. Actually, that made sense. Big cities were supposed to be hubs of Superhuman activity, good and ill.

It was a sobering thought. She loved the heroes in her comics, but even there collateral damage happened a lot. Superpowered violence wasn’t something she’d really had much reason to fear in their small town back home, but if it was common enough here then it made sense that the buildings were designed to withstand it.

Dang it. This wasn’t the time to get cold feet!

Dad parked the car next to the smaller building on the left of the main castle.

“This here is your dorm building. You’ll be staying here. Classes are in the big building…” he explained in a strained voice. “Lemme help ya get your bags up there.”

It was starting to get dark by the time everything was settled and unpacked. Sadly, the top bunk in the room had already been taken. Dad had been pretty pleased about that, just one less thing for him to be concerned about, taking a nightly fall.

A few more bags and many photos together later, there was nothing else left to do but say goodbye.

“You call me the second anything’s up, ya hear.”

He squeezed her shoulders a little harder than was comfortable while she gave him a hug.

“And every night just ‘cause.” She finished for him. “I hear ya. I’ll be fine, Pa.”

Once he finally drove off, she waved and counted the seconds till the road took him past the treeline and out of sight.

From here on out, she was completely on her own. Finally!

“Aw, that was adorable.”

Milly was startled by the voice and found a tan, raven-haired girl standing right next to her also waving at her dad’s car. She seemed about her own age, even if Milly was a smidge shorter than most.

“Pardon but who are you?”

“Oh! My name is Nikita Krishna, or Niki if you like.” Niki smiled as she pushed a pair of silver-rimmed glasses up a little higher on her nose. She extended her hand. “You are my new roommate, right? I saw you guys move in. What is your name?”

Niki was dressed in the aforementioned cute school uniform. A knee-length plaid skirt of black and royal purple that bled into lilac and pink. A light lavender blouse with a plaid tie that matched the skirt. In addition, she also had the plaid vest that bore the embroidered symbol of the school, a sort of complicated wagon wheel or something.

Now that she saw it all put together, she was even more convinced she wasn’t going to mind wearing that or something similar all year. It helped that Niki wasn’t hard on the eyes either as Niki did a little spin to show the back of th—Oh snap!

Milly caught herself staring and hastily met a snickering Niki’s gaze again. “M-Milly!” Milly forced out and grabbed the newly offered hand.

“A little slow, I see?” Niki giggled as she shook her hand. “That is fine. Do you have a last name, Milly?”

“Second,” Milly replied, then noticed Niki didn’t give her a reply. Like she was waiting on her. “That’s, uh, that’s my name. Milly Second.”

“Oh… oh!” Niki’s eyes widened a bit. “Oh! Geez, sorry. I was giving you a second given your previous—Nevermind! I am rambling. Shall we get going? It is getting cold out.“

“Sounds good to me.” Milly let Niki lead the way. As they were heading up the stairs, she had a curious thought. “Hey, you mentioned you saw us, right? Why’d you wait till now to come introduce yourself?”

“And risk being asked to help carry those shipping containers you call bags up two flights of stairs? No, thank you. I’m not that desperate for a good first impression.” Niki swiped her keycard at their door and gave Milly a little impish grin. “I shall make it up to you, though. Do you like pizza?”

Milly rolled her eyes. “Are you serious? Anyone that doesn’t has got to be a supervillain or something.”

“Excellent! I know this great little pizzeria just outside the park. I will take you tomorrow during lunch.”

“It’s a date!”