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Superheroes 2 Suddenly, the anger was back. "You? You couldn't bear the PAIN?" I was screaming now...he who had been talking to the floor previously was now at rapt, ripped attention. "Just what the fuck do you know about it? You didn't even know him! You son of a bitch! What did you know about him? What did you know?" At this point, I was already standing over him in the sleeper cab. I pulled up my sleeve and showed him my pain. 22 long, even scabs asserted themselves on my left arm. Number 19 had split and was now trickling blood. "Just what the fuck do you know?? Huh?? Answer me, you piece of shit! You aren't the only one with fucking scars!!" I was fuming. I was foaming. I spat on him. Before my projectile hatred could reach terminal velocity, I doubled over in pain. My head was burning hot and before I knew what was happening, I was vomiting in the floor of the truck. I was still screaming, but now the pain I screamed about was much more immediate. It felt like my anger was fueling some kind of fire that started behind my eyes and ran through my head and down my neck into my back. I almost felt like I could force it out of my back if I tried hard enough. The pain was unbearable, or so I thought. "Jesus..." He was in shock. Why did he look so scared? I couldn't think over the pain-induced static in my mind. All I could catch hold of was how my back was ripping itself apart. How slowly it was burning away to nothing. Nothing. I woke up in a hospital bed, I think. I couldn't tell because though it was as uncomfortable as one, the lights were off. No...they were on now. I turned my head from left to right, but I didn't see anything in the room. The light seemed to be getting closer to me. I tried to raise my hand and shade my eyes. Restraints. I tried to look past the light, and I saw what seemed to be a door. There were three hinges and a handle, at least. The light kept advancing. Seeing what I could, the place seemed to be very clinical, but I didn't see much as the light neared my face. It glowed, but there was no heat. No anything. Nothing. I don't think I woke this time. I was just there again. It was as though my mind had jumped out and grown to life. Or maybe I was inside it. There came a smell, very industrial but very worn. Soon after followed the rest of the scene. I was back in the cab of the semi. I looked around for a moment. There was the driver's jacket and shirt. And there was the driver. He had been brutalized in just the manner I remembered. I was holding his left arm with my blood-trailed one, and his right was in front of his face. But where was my right arm? I tried to crane my neck and find my arm, and it hit me that I didn't have to. I came out of my body and moved around the...cab. It suddenly became horribly inconsequential where my arm was. Behind me were two waves of fire and blood. The pain in my back returned momentarily, terrorful and real. I had melted through the front of the cab...with my wings. -forthelove |