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Chase watched it unfold before his old eyes. He knew he had a decision to make at that moment. He disliked Invisibitch since the moment she arrived at the Torrance branch of the Superhero Dispatch Network. Chase disliked her… but he loved Robert. He remembered the fond memories. Chase was the youngest member of the Brave Brigade—Robert Robertson Jr. was always quick to remind of it—and he raised the young Robertson like he was his son. Chase knew what he needed to do. He placed the carefree Beef on the floor—“See ya, good boy.”—then he inhaled a deep breath. Tonight was it. A final blaze of glory for the speedster hero called Track Star.
Robert, who sat in front of his desktop, exclaimed, “…you get up! Get up!”
Chase set himself for the last flight which he would ever make in his life. He casted one final, good look at the man who he raised over a decade. Robert’s gaze locked onto Chase’s eyes. Chase was glad that he had one final look.
Track Star said, “Keep up.”
Track Star departed in a flash before Robert could say anything. It felt good to run again. The thrill of running at supersonic speed, the rushing wind howling past his ears, and the brilliance of an array of colours streaming past him made Track Star smile. The grueling hours and dull shifts worn away Chase’s life. Chase knew it was for the sake of his health, but he couldn’t care anymore. It was a wonderful feeling. Memories of his crime-fighting days rushed into his mind like the world around him. Chase—Track Star—smiled. He smiled with genuine joy. He never felt this joyful since the day he met Robert Robertson Jr. and his friends.
Track Star zipped past familiar streets and haunts. He reached the pier in a short time. Track Star found Invisigal, who was choking her life out in that horrendous gas, and her inhaler. He picked her and her inhaler, then he zipped out of that freighter as quick as he arrived. Track Star rushed her to the river; it was the safest and closest place in the area. He halted in front of a large tree, then he leaned her against the trunk of the tree. Track Star helped Invisigal to breathe from her inhaler. The young woman coughed, but she recovered enough to use the inhaler by herself.
Track Star smiled. He did his job.
Chase turned around, then he began to saunter towards the riverbank. Chase needed to catch his breath. He never ran for a long time. When was the last time he ran this fast? He couldn’t tell. He couldn’t feel anything. Chase’s legs weakened with each step, then his vision darkened. Chase never thought about anything except—
—Rob, I believe in you. You’re a good kid.
Chase—the supersonic hero known as Track Star—died next to the river; a soft breeze of wind blew in his direction. He died as he lived: helping others as a superhero does.