Inspired by my own cold I'm fighting over the past couple days...here goes
I wake up at 2 in the morning, hacking and sneezing. My sinuses are swallowed shut and I can only breathe through my mouth...which feels like the Sahara. I get out of bed, almost knocking over the night stand, which by the way, is piled with Kleenex...nice
I stumble to the washroom; I need to splash cold water on my face. I'm running a fever, that's not good. See, with temperature it's hard to tell with me. I can't feel cold, and I'm really sensitive to heat. So the cold water doesn't feel refreshing, and the fever feels tens times as worse then it should...or should it?
I'm a little out of it.
For the past two days I've been holed up in my, very cramped, apartment sick as an idiot. I haven't so much as showered, dressed or done anything except blow my nose and groan a lot... I need a girlfriend to take care of me. I get emotional; the fever is starting to make my mind go all loopy.
I shuffle to the kitchen, or the fridge, that lives in my one room apartment. I down some generic brand medicine. I haven't eaten in a couple days and my stomach feels like it's in knots. Of course, I can't eat...All I can do is sniffle, down the medicine and head back o bed.
Then I hear it...and I shake my head. "No way." I tell myself
The smash of a nearby window, the muffled screams of a woman.
I could save her, and she would see her knight in blue spandex...
"She's probably 100 years old"
I have to stop talking to myself.
Forget it; I'm heading back to bed, back at attempting to get comfortable. The crooks will rob her, maybe rough her up a bit, then leave...
"But what if they do worse?"
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It takes me 3 minutes to get dressed, the suit is disgusting, and I feel worse. I pull the mask over my face....the 2 day growth pricks through it. I had to conceal my identity.
"No one even knows who I am..."
I push the thoughts away, have to focus, thats the fever talking. I'm going to be too late.
I head out the window. I have to ask myself why I leave it open all the time. I can't feel the cool breeze that comes through it? Is it because I want to...no need to know what's going on out there, even when I'm not?
I leap to the street below. I have to get my bearings. I follow the sounds of crime, its close...
I turn the corner, 4 of them...a car, and a girl. One punk is restraining her, the others...taunting. I hate bullies.
I usually just start blasting away. I like the element of surprise, it throws my targets off. Tonight I have a fever, and I'm not right...
So I yell, something, I don't think it made it past my lips. My throat is so dry.
They heard me, and didn't like what I said...I guess. Great, now I'm laughing and still I haven't made a move.
They have. One pulls a gun, and the others run at me like little freight trains...I giggle.
I would have thought that might have thrown them off their game. That game being hurt me as much as humanly possible...But the punks take it personally, and so do I as the first swing of a bat catches my in the ribs.
I collapse.
The girl cringes against the building. The one holding the gun calmly puts it away. Now he's giggling. The other 3 descend on me, taunting and pointing.
I can't get up...
My mask is soaked through with sweat, blurs my vision.
Then comes the pain. The 3 of them begins to hammer on me. They're trying to make hamburger, and again, through the pain I smile.
I smile until I take a shot in the mouth, which ruins my smile, my face and my mood.
Im losing it, or am I blacking out?
If I do, I'm dead, and so is the girl. Normally they might have done horrible things, but she'd live for another day. If she witnesses a "heroes" murder, then she'll have to be silenced.
Great, now I feel worse.
The hitting stops and I feel better, hehehe optimistic. Another cape show up?
Then I hear the hammer click on the hand gun that I can barely make out...stuck in my face.
"Thats why youve stopped..."
I hear the whimper from the victimized girl and it jolts me.
Concentrate.
The dude with the gun, he's saying something...and stares right down at me. I reach up for the gun, I'm weak, and Ive got broken bones and losing blood. I pull away from the gun, and pull off my mask. That buys me a second ...the look in my eyes, THAT throws him off a little. I reach down and release the power that is inside me. I freeze the air around the weapon, and this jerks hand. I pour more into it then normal. It's so cold it's burning his arm...the metal gun is a nice conductor.
The other three charge back in, the guy with the gun stumbles back, he clutches his frozen hand and in effect, sticks right to it...I smirk, nice handcuffs, must remember that one.
I manage to get to one knee as the other three are in for round two. I blast one of them, very hard, so hard I'm surprised his head didn't come clean off. That stops the other two. They're confused. They thought I was done...now they don't know what to think.
Well, one does as he bolts. The other, he has more gumption...
I let the runner have it, small of the back with a nice blast of ice. He drops. Normally I pull my shots, these gang members are mostly bored youth. Tonight Im not holding back and that kid will probably end up in a wheel chair..if he gets up at all.
Three down and one to go. I stand and face my enemy. He's mad, no fear in this one. I'm pissed right off! I don't use my powers, I just swing as hard as I can and catch the guy in the face.
My hand shatters!
I focus on the, now smiling, punk.
"Nice...you're a mutant, and you have a rock shield."
He hits me and I'm back down. But this time, I'm feeling it, the looks on the faces drove me, so this guy has got to go down. I like when they're scared, and this one isn't, now I get mad. He rips a chunk of concrete from the ground and poises over my head. I freeze him to it...A layer of ice around the concrete and his arms. Then I do something I'm not proud of...but it did bring a smile to my face.
I kick him in the junk!
The look is priceless; the concrete hits him in the head as I pull the cold from the ice around it. Then I hit the guy, made sure to freeze up the fists this time. And I might have made my broken hand worse, but the punk goes down, and he doesn't get up.
I survey the situation, the only one conscious now is the one with the gun, and it's not melting anytime soon. I stumble over to him. It seems like forever, I plan on doing worse things to him. By the time I get to him he's passed out from shock.
Inspired by my own cold I'm fighting over the past couple days...here goes
I wake up at 2 in the morning, hacking and sneezing. My sinuses are swallowed shut and I can only breathe through my mouth...which feels like the Sahara. I get out of bed, almost knocking over the night stand, which by the way, is piled with Kleenex...nice
I stumble to the washroom; I need to splash cold water on my face. I'm running a fever, that's not good. See, with temperature it's hard to tell with me. I can't feel cold, and I'm really sensitive to heat. So the cold water doesn't feel refreshing, and the fever feels tens times as worse then it should...or should it?
I'm a little out of it.
For the past two days I've been holed up in my, very cramped, apartment sick as an idiot. I haven't so much as showered, dressed or done anything except blow my nose and groan a lot... I need a girlfriend to take care of me. I get emotional; the fever is starting to make my mind go all loopy.
I shuffle to the kitchen, or the fridge, that lives in my one room apartment. I down some generic brand medicine. I haven't eaten in a couple days and my stomach feels like it's in knots. Of course, I can't eat...All I can do is sniffle, down the medicine and head back o bed.
Then I hear it...and I shake my head. "No way." I tell myself
The smash of a nearby window, the muffled screams of a woman.
I could save her, and she would see her knight in blue spandex...
"She's probably 100 years old"
I have to stop talking to myself.
Forget it; I'm heading back to bed, back at attempting to get comfortable. The crooks will rob her, maybe rough her up a bit, then leave...
"But what if they do worse?"
_____
It takes me 3 minutes to get dressed, the suit is disgusting, and I feel worse. I pull the mask over my face....the 2 day growth pricks through it. I had to conceal my identity.
"No one even knows who I am..."
I push the thoughts away, have to focus, thats the fever talking. I'm going to be too late.
I head out the window. I have to ask myself why I leave it open all the time. I can't feel the cool breeze that comes through it? Is it because I want to...no need to know what's going on out there, even when I'm not?
I leap to the street below. I have to get my bearings. I follow the sounds of crime, its close...
I turn the corner, 4 of them...a car, and a girl. One punk is restraining her, the others...taunting. I hate bullies.
I usually just start blasting away. I like the element of surprise, it throws my targets off. Tonight I have a fever, and I'm not right...
So I yell, something, I don't think it made it past my lips. My throat is so dry.
They heard me, and didn't like what I said...I guess. Great, now I'm laughing and still I haven't made a move.
They have. One pulls a gun, and the others run at me like little freight trains...I giggle.
I would have thought that might have thrown them off their game. That game being hurt me as much as humanly possible...But the punks take it personally, and so do I as the first swing of a bat catches my in the ribs.
I collapse.
The girl cringes against the building. The one holding the gun calmly puts it away. Now he's giggling. The other 3 descend on me, taunting and pointing.
I can't get up...
My mask is soaked through with sweat, blurs my vision.
Then comes the pain. The 3 of them begins to hammer on me. They're trying to make hamburger, and again, through the pain I smile.
I smile until I take a shot in the mouth, which ruins my smile, my face and my mood.
Im losing it, or am I blacking out?
If I do, I'm dead, and so is the girl. Normally they might have done horrible things, but she'd live for another day. If she witnesses a "heroes" murder, then she'll have to be silenced.
Great, now I feel worse.
The hitting stops and I feel better, hehehe optimistic. Another cape show up?
Then I hear the hammer click on the hand gun that I can barely make out...stuck in my face.
"Thats why youve stopped..."
I hear the whimper from the victimized girl and it jolts me.
Concentrate.
The dude with the gun, he's saying something...and stares right down at me. I reach up for the gun, I'm weak, and Ive got broken bones and losing blood. I pull away from the gun, and pull off my mask. That buys me a second ...the look in my eyes, THAT throws him off a little. I reach down and release the power that is inside me. I freeze the air around the weapon, and this jerks hand. I pour more into it then normal. It's so cold it's burning his arm...the metal gun is a nice conductor.
The other three charge back in, the guy with the gun stumbles back, he clutches his frozen hand and in effect, sticks right to it...I smirk, nice handcuffs, must remember that one.
I manage to get to one knee as the other three are in for round two. I blast one of them, very hard, so hard I'm surprised his head didn't come clean off. That stops the other two. They're confused. They thought I was done...now they don't know what to think.
Well, one does as he bolts. The other, he has more gumption...
I let the runner have it, small of the back with a nice blast of ice. He drops. Normally I pull my shots, these gang members are mostly bored youth. Tonight Im not holding back and that kid will probably end up in a wheel chair..if he gets up at all.
Three down and one to go. I stand and face my enemy. He's mad, no fear in this one. I'm pissed right off! I don't use my powers, I just swing as hard as I can and catch the guy in the face.
My hand shatters!
I focus on the, now smiling, punk.
"Nice...you're a mutant, and you have a rock shield."
He hits me and I'm back down. But this time, I'm feeling it, the looks on the faces drove me, so this guy has got to go down. I like when they're scared, and this one isn't, now I get mad. He rips a chunk of concrete from the ground and poises over my head. I freeze him to it...A layer of ice around the concrete and his arms. Then I do something I'm not proud of...but it did bring a smile to my face.
I kick him in the junk!
The look is priceless; the concrete hits him in the head as I pull the cold from the ice around it. Then I hit the guy, made sure to freeze up the fists this time. And I might have made my broken hand worse, but the punk goes down, and he doesn't get up.
I survey the situation, the only one conscious now is the one with the gun, and it's not melting anytime soon. I stumble over to him. It seems like forever, I plan on doing worse things to him. By the time I get to him he's passed out from shock.
"Call the police" makes it past my lips.
Then darkness descends and I feel nothing.