Has the World Ended Yet?

Chapter 5-1

Titan is the first person in the world to see the angels. He’s drinking his morning coffee at the kitchen table and watching the house across the street when they start falling from the sky. The house across the street looks just like his house. Every house on the street looks just like his house. The only things that are different are the colours of the front doors. He got lost the first few times he drove home after moving here. He never got lost returning to the Hero Hall. He could still find the Hero Hall today if they called him back. He sometimes wonders if that will ever happen, even though he knows it won’t.

Titan is watching the house across the street because he’s looking for the woman who lives there. He doesn’t know her name but he knows her. Sometimes she leaves the blinds open when she changes. He thinks maybe she does this on purpose. He thinks maybe this is some sort of sign language.

Inviselle sits at the kitchen table with him, fading in and out but never turning completely invisible like she used to. Not like when they met in the Hero Hall, when he had to use the special goggles designed by the Masterminds just to be able to see her. She hasn’t been able to fully vanish in years. She can’t see him watching for the neighbour because she has some sort of mask over her face. It’s one of those organic paste things, made of passion fruit and the essence of bees’ dreams or something like that. Zucchini slices cover her eyes. Titan married an invisible superhero but now he lives with a vegetable named Michelle.

Titan forgets all about Inviselle and the neighbour when the first angel falls from the sky and smashes a crater into the front yard. The house shakes with the impact, and car alarms go off all along the street. Titan sips his coffee and looks up at the sky. More angels fall from the clouds, dropping down all over the city, leaving burning trails of sparks in their wake. The clouds are a dark red colour he’s never seen before.

Titan looks back at the angel in his yard as it climbs out of the crater, its skin smoking. It brushes dirt and grass from its wings, like it had just stumbled and fallen, nothing more than that. It’s n***d and has the body of a man. A perfect man. Iron pecs, cut abs, arms like cannons, a d**k that belongs in the p**n files hidden away on Titan’s computer. The angel reminds Titan of himself, back before his skin softened from stone to mere flesh again and his strength faded to that of a normal man.

The angel looks at Titan, and there is none of the customary recognition in its eyes. It’s like the angel has never seen the videos of Titan in his prime. Then it wanders around the side of the house, out of sight.

Inviselle takes the zucchinis from her eyes and looks at the falling angels. “Are they shooting a movie?” she asks. “Or are the clones invading again?”

“It’s the end of the world,” Titan says, looking up at the burning sky. “Thank God.”

* * *

THE SKY darkens to a deep crimson while they f**k in the bedroom. It’s the colour of all the blood they spilled in their golden age. Titan used to like f*****g Inviselle when she was invisible. Then he could imagine she was anyone in the world. Now she can’t quite fade away, so he always knows it’s her. The blinds are open and he looks at the neighbour’s house every now and then, but he doesn’t see her in any of the windows. They watch the angels continue to fall from the sky. “I thought it would be finished by now,” Inviselle says.

Titan doesn’t say anything. He rolls off her and closes his eyes. He tries to imagine what the supers are doing in the Hero Hall right now.

When Inviselle gets out of bed and goes into the shower, Titan wanders back to the kitchen without getting dressed. He toasts a bagel and eats it at the window. The angels are still coming. He takes a multivitamin with his orange juice. The bitter taste reminds him of the gas the molemen had pumped into the Hero Hall the last time they’d attacked.

Titan goes down into the basement. It’s still unfinished, even though they’ve lived in the house for nearly five years now. When they first moved in, he had plans for it. He wanted to build a danger room. When he revealed that to Inviselle, though, she opened two bottles of wine at once and got him drunk while saying maybe it was time to think of other lines of work. He never brought it up again. Inviselle talked about maybe a home gym in the basement. A sauna. Another bedroom. But the only thing Titan had ever put in was the supers simulator. He’ll never finish the basement now. That makes him feel better about the end of the world.

He turns on the simulator and the holograms fade in around him, the program starting up where he’d left off last time. He is in the middle of the ice caves, with frozen zombies all around him. He puts on the Titan simulator suit, which the game company gave him as a gift. He looks down at his body as the game begins. His skin is shiny metal again, no longer the dull concrete colour it took on when he hit middle age. His muscles bulge so much they threaten to rip the battle uniform he wears. He smashes through the zombies that swarm him, going deeper into the ice caves. He tries not to think about the fact that he has set the game to easy mode. He remembers when he fought his way through the ice caves in real life. He can’t even keep up with his memories anymore. He destroys zombie after zombie, tearing them limb from limb, until the power goes out.

* * *

INVISELLE is in the bedroom closet when Titan goes back upstairs. She’s holding a black dress in one hand, combat pants and a sweatshirt in the other. Her uniform hangs untouched at the back of the closet.

“What are you supposed to wear to the end of the world?” she asks.

Titan ignores her and goes to his closet. He stares at his real uniform for a moment. He can’t remember the last time he put it on. Then he dresses in one of his office suits, just like any other morning. It takes him three attempts to get his tie right, just like any other morning. He spent all his life hitting things, so he’s never been very good with the small gestures. When he’s done, he gives Inviselle a kiss on her cheek, just like any other morning.

“You’re going to work?” she asks, finally noticing his suit. “During the apocalypse?”

“I remember when the apocalypse was our work,” he says.

* * *

TITAN IS the last one to arrive at the office. His boss, Precog, is tacking up a new schedule on the bulletin board when he walks in. The schedule lists the appearances Titan and all the other retired supers are supposed to make over the next week. Titan doesn’t even look at it. He knows what it will be: car dealership and furniture store openings, corporate cheerleading events, a few colour commentary spots on some super fan show or another, maybe a company dinner or two, where drunk executives will make him shout out the battle cry that was his motto as a hero.

“We’re not going to live forever!”

It makes him wish he’d used his powers for villainy instead of good. Most of the villains he’d battled over the years were living comfortable lives in retirement thanks to all the money they’d stolen. There was a gated community in Palm Springs and another one being built in Antarctica. They didn’t need to keep selling their old myths like Titan did just to pay the mortgage.

“You know something I don’t know?” he asks Precog. His boss’s power back in the day had been the ability to see anywhere from a few minutes to a few years into the future. It had been a bit random, but the big events usually came to him, so the heroes had enough time to prepare for their major battles.

“I know the world never ends if you don’t let it,” Precog says. It sounds more like a corporate cheer than a premonition, so Titan lets it go. He walks past Precog, to his desk.

Precog was the one that told Titan his super days were over. One day after Precog retired, he came to visit Titan in the Hero Hall. Titan was in the gym, bench-pressing a school bus. The other supers cleared out of the place when they saw Precog was there. They all knew the only reason Precog ever came back to the Hero Hall was to let a super know his days were over.

“You must have the superpower equivalent of dementia,” Titan said when he put the bus back down on the vehicle rack. “I’ve never felt stronger.”

“I saw your end three years ago, back when I still had my power,” Precog told him. “I saw the end of all the supers back then. I recorded them all. I saw the company I would start, too. You’ll be at your desk there two Mondays from now.”

Titan didn’t say anything. He lifted a skull of one of the Dragonborn. It was heavier and harder than anything else on Earth. Normals couldn’t even lift it. He crushed it to powder in his hands as Precog watched.

“When one world ends, another always begins,” Precog said. “You will remember that over the days to come.” And with that he turned and left the gym.

The next Monday Titan and the other supers fought the Ageless, who hit him with a dozen curses. It was Titan’s last day as a super. The following Monday he showed up at Precog’s company to find his desk waiting. Sometimes Titan thinks Precog was to blame for his end as a super. Sometimes he thinks about crushing Precog’s skull like he had crushed the skull of the Dragonborn.

Titan goes to the cubicle he shares with the Sandman. The Sandman is surfing p**n on his computer. This is what the Sandman does every morning to start the day. Back when he was a super, he used to stop time to save people from car accidents and shootings. It was an open secret among the supers that the Sandman also used to stop time to wander through the showers at women’s gyms and spy on other supers at their homes.

Titan once asked the Sandman why the tech department didn’t put some sort of p**n filter on his computer. The Sandman said the tech guys wouldn’t be able to find half their p**n without him.

Titan looks at the Sandman’s screen. It shows a woman and a man in a gorilla suit. Titan turns away and opens the bottom drawer of his desk. This is where he keeps all his medals and keys to cities and framed letters of thanks he earned as a hero. At one time they meant something. Now they’re just props. He puts them in a stationery box.

“This is no time to get reckless,” the Sandman says.

“This is exactly the time to get reckless,” Titan says.

The man in the gorilla costume is now fighting a man in a super costume while the woman looks on.