Chapter Eight

Dang, it is so refreshing to hang with a fellow ripped nerd like myself. My buddy Ray Palmer (aka Starling City’s superhero the A.T.O.M.) visited to drop off another terrifying metahuman. I convinced him to stay a few hours and see what my job is really like. Besties style. I figured he could at least help me feed the new meta, shouldn’t be that hard, right? Yeah, right.

Technically speaking, Jake Simmons is different from the other metahumans in our pipeline, his powers did not come from the particle accelerator blast and oh yeah HE SHOOTS PLASMA FROM HIS EYES. Honestly, this is one of the few times that I can safely say I am straight up stumped. I thought our little PA blast and the Dark Matter it spread was responsible for every metahuman. Maybe the dude’s an alien or from another dimension! (I should be so lucky.) One thing is for sure, Jake Simmons is hardcore. Ray named him Deathbolt. Yeah… Deathfreakingbolt. Let’s just say I doubt he will get an invite to Cinema Cisco or Cisco Disco, once that finally happens.

So what is Deathbolt down to eat? I made Ray find out. For someone so obviously born to be a superhero, the dude gets extremely nerdy around villains. Halfway through figuring out Deathbolt’s list of allergies, Ray couldn’t help himself. The dude geeked out and asked too many questions. “What was your relationship with your father like? How often do you need to juice up with electricity? Is robbing banks really a stable career choice?” Deathbolt screamed “enough” and went in for the plasma punch. Good thing I equipped his cells with an electromagnetic field that breaks down the molecular bonds of plasma into a liquid. I don’t know who was more surprised by the watery punch, Ray or Deathbolt. I quickly grabbed the beautiful, genius, fool from the cell and told him to watch and learn as I resumed Deathbolt’s interrogation. See notes below.

Name: Jake Simmons

Origin: Who the hell knows

Alias: Deathbolt

Powers: Plasma eyes, plasma punches

Allergies: Lobster and Idiots.

Likes: Energy, light, Depeche Mode, killing Idiots.

Dislikes: All of you idiots. (I think he’s talking about me?)

The subject then continued to call me an idiot for the next five minutes. We will see how he responds to Pizza. Everyone loves pizza.

Allergies (amended): Lobster, Idiots, and Central City Pizza.

Joke’s on Deathbolt, more pizza for me and Ray.

Until next time (if I’m not plasma’d)

Cisco and the A.T.O.M, Out!