Defying Gravity
By Charles Payseur
Falling. f**k. It must be what a penny sees when it’s dropped from a skyscraper, windows reflecting back the sad and inevitable truth of the situation—that nothing can really defy gravity. Except that Gravity has made his entire superhero career doing just that.
His head is still ringing from Velociter’s assault, but Gravity manages to shake away most of the stars and speckles to see the ground rising to meet him. Twisting, he throws out his hands, powers flaring, and then he’s slowing, slowing. If he was made of metal like Steelhide, or was elastic like Flexiguy, he’d just stop himself, but at this speed, with his all-too-human flesh, the shock would kill him as surely as the full impact against the hot asphalt.
There’s a feeling like being on an ele
