Short Fiction: Bethany Blake

Title: Blue Light Special - Bethany Blake

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh... Blake." Her name was Caroline Thomas. Blake was the Asshole she was having sex with on the hood of a Camero. You get the picture. This is the Origin of Bethany Blake. Me.

The location is a little more significant to that story. Welcome to Jackson's Hole. Yeah, that fuckin Hole. And... three. Two. One.

A blue light bathed Jackson's Hole.

"What..." Blake's latest contribution to the Cheerleader population was cut short as he halted his penetration of Caroline Thomas and looked down hill in the direction of Jackson's Hole now drowning in a blue light from the sky. "...the fuck?" 

The car seemed to block the worst of it. Blake, craning to get a better view was decapitated by the light, his headless corpse flopping down across Caroline Thomas before she lost conciousness.

"Blake?" Caroline woke in pain from being tossed aside like yesterday's drunk cheerleader. This time however Blake's Camero was wrapped around a Boulder, the trees that once covered this side of Jackson's Hole were defoliated and snapped and a blanket of ash made everything Moon-like. A transport helicopter sat in the ash as men in hazmat carried someone into its depths only for it to be engulfed in a blue fire and the Bluejay to unleash her fury. Caroline watched the Blue bird retrieve something from a distant hill and fly away.

Yeah, that was the Bluejay's origin story passing by my own. Mine? Well the Power developed differently for me. I can see into the past of my own existance. Its not so much a memory as a participation sport. Its no good to me at the moment because I'm that tiny fucking egg inseminated by Blake's most aggressive swimmer. I'll just clock forward five years.
A child sat in a nappy on a carpeted floor, her hair a tangled, sickly ash just like Jackson's hole all those years ago. Yeah thats me. Hold on.
The Child turned her head to stare at her mother passed out drunk having lost her job, and opening her mouth to smile at no one in particular, spoke:
"You are going to enjoy this bit." The child Bethany Blake retrieved her mother's smart phone, cracked the password, flipped from flight mode to mobile data, and brought up the internet browser. "A computer game company is currently being shorted by a predator firm."
"A bunch of wanabee investors on reddit are suddenly buying shares in it." Bethany transfered a little old lady's life savings into a million share purchase and dumped half when they had trippled in value returning the borrowed funds and a small profit bonus. "I just borrowed from a little old lady with a mortgage. She will be happy it got paid off a couple decades early."
"It costs the company billions because they didnt see it coming."
Bethany transfered the surplus funds into her mother's account providing her with further incentive to get drunk. "And Me? Well... I make it worse."
"I had a job helping the elderly refinance their mortgages." Bethany flipped off the data and returned to flight mode. "I noticed a few hadn't changed their passwords in a couple decades so I reached back and made a few thousand financial decisions on their behalf."
"Screw those stock shorting bastards. They have it coming." Bethany Blake aged twenty, phone in her hand, halted outside a New York Pizza restraunt allowing a family to exit. "I'm going to get a pizza."
"I happen to like this restraunt." Bethany stepped to the counter and handed a precise amount to cover the cost, her phone positioned as though she was actually having a conversation with someone on it. "One Deep pan Garlic prawn."

"I'm working my way through their pizza list." Bluejay smashed through the wall of the Restraunt, telekinetic talons grappling her opponent. "...Fuck."

"Anyway..." Bethany is holding a modified glock as she stands in the alley across the street. "Yeah, thats where Bluejay killed me."
"But not this time." When Bluejay arrives to acost the Bethany outside the Pizza restaurant Bethany empties her hundred round clip glock on full auto into the back of the Bluejay drawing her attention. "Over here cunt."

"As I was saying before I was crudely interupted," Bethany sat in the restaurant eating a pizza heavy in black olives. "This particular restaurant has the best pizza in New York."
"You have probably noticed something odd there." Bethany inserted a bullet cut from a blue sapphire, and encased in a sabot into the Remington rifle, and targeting the Blue jay now brutalizing a Bethany Blake in an alleyway, fired collapsing her into the ground. "It wasn't just a hand full of civilians gaining super powers that night in Jackson's Hole."

"It was also ordinary stuff that seemed to just absorb the energy." A tenage Bethany Blake stood on a night covered hillside overlooking Jackson's Hole and pulled a blue glowing gemstone from the dirt and smiled. "Turns out some of them can hurt Bluejays."