A few millimeters left of reality...
Speed.
It's like a drug, but there's only so long a runner's high can last. Relativistic motion pulling across your body like lapping waves, numbing you to the existence of the dimensions beneath you. With space and time losing their meaning, so does velocity.
In the end, only the Race remains.
How long? He wondered this as parallel moments crashed aside him, a polychromatic spray in his wake. How long had he run sideways across space-time until he could find an answer to the danger he faced? He was the last one standing, but also the least experienced. The full extent of his powers, the professors claimed, were beyond their imagining.
Charles Jenkins' power wasn't superspeed as much as it was superphysics. But even bending immutable laws couldn't save him, so he ran. It was only a matter of relativistic time before the answer came to him.
Until then, X-Stream waited in motion...
