Manny Miracle is Alive and Well and Dying in the 29th Dimension
No one argued with him. The Pro-lifer had been implicated in the destruction of nineteen family planning centers from New York to LA. He’d pulled them down with his bare hands and burned the wreckage with his laser-vision blasts. More than a thousand people, mostly doctors, nurses and even some patients, had been killed in the attacks. The crowd scattered like mice fleeing a raging wildfire. The Pro-Lifer was even bigger than Valiant; nearly ninefeet tall, he weighed more than a thousand pounds. Three years earlier, he’d destroyed a small skyscraper in Seattle, dragging the survivors from the rubble and trampling them beneath his steel-toed boots. Only Valiant had been able to rescue the two dozen survivors, using his powers to blast the Pro-Lifer miles through the Earth before plunging him into a molten river of lava beneath Mount. St. Helens: Super-intense heat was the Pro-Lifer’s only known weakness. Other than that, he was virtually unstoppable. Valiant turned back just in time to take the full force of the truncated limousine as it struck him head on. The Pro-Lifer unleashed a laser-vision blast that instantly ignited the limousine, sending a flaming mass of molten metal and alien hero sailing across Michigan Avenue. Valiant and the burning limousine smashed through the window of an abandoned Dunkin’ Donuts, through the back wall and out into the alley beyond. A moment later, the Dunkin’ Donuts exploded in a howl of flame. The Pro-Lifer flexed his armored shoulders, raised his fists above his head and roared his manifesto. “For the Unborn!” Sydney clapped her hands to her ears. More windows shattered. Then the Pro-Lifer thundered toward the family planning center. A disembodied voice spoke, seemingly from everywhere and nowhere at once. “You’re going to have to do better than that, Arnold.” The air around the clinic shimmered, as if the fabric of reality were being contorted by an unseen hand. For a moment, 5