Plasma Spark: Manhattan Edition

Russell did not object to his words.

"Mr. Vice President." Kingpin kept his voice low, but every word drove into the vice president's ears like a nail.

"You heard what I said. Issue a statement on the official website immediately, in the name of the president and the White House.

Let the whole world know that, from today onward, Kingpin is the president of the United States of America.

Every superhero who resists is an anti-government dissident. Anyone who refuses to recognize Om Messiah will be placed on a wanted list and hunted down at once."

He had practically repeated himself for emphasis, and the feeling was exquisite.

The vice president's smile remained on his face, but the light had gone out of his eyes.

He looked at the president kneeling on the ground, blood still seeping from his forehead. He looked at the pug being led away by a Mutant, still struggling desperately. Then he looked down at his own knees on the floor.

At least he had not been turned into a dog. At least he still held the title of vice president, though from today onward, it might be worth less than toilet paper.

"Yes, Mr. President."

He nodded, pulled his phone from his pocket, and swiped rapidly across the screen.

Upload to the official website. White House authentication. The president's signature.

No, the president could not speak now. He would have to let the new president sign for him.

"Mr. Russell, may I stand up and get to work now?"

"Go ahead." Russell moved a finger.

The vice president's smile deepened.

"I'll see to it right away. The whole world will know within half an hour."

He rose, backed away two steps, then turned and trotted through the half-open door of the White House.

Kingpin watched