A Harrowing Account of One Man's... (Part 2)

Far, far above me, I could hear the shouts of the nurses and doctors, heads peeking out over the edge of the window, peering down at me. Clouds swirled in the blood red sky, and as I watched they listlessly congealed into an angry voluptuous mass.

I shifted among the mound of dead birds, twisting my body over, filling my nostrils with the reek of their decomposition. I leveraged my body up with my arms and stood hesitantly with my feet.

It began to rain, great drops of red water the color of red kool-aid instead of clear like rain normally is. I lifted my face to the heavens and felt the wetness wash over me.

I glanced down at my battered body, searching for injuries. The denim material had continued to grow and replace my flesh. It now reached far beyond my elbows and knees. It reached almost to my groin and my arm groins.

I clenched and un-clenched my fists, I balled and unballed my feet. Surprisingly, I had no injuries, even after my fall from the window and also from my crash through the window that led to my fall. It seemed that this new body I was growing was surprisingly resilient.

And strong. And fast.

I could feel each pulse of my heart racing through my legs and arms, the seemingly cotton fibers flexing in anticipation for action.

I was being reborn as something new. Something great. Something this world had never seen before. A new step in the evolution of man, just like the introductory narration in the 2000 X-Man movie starring Hugh Jackman and Patrick Stewart.

The doors of the hospital burst open, and a crowd of figures dressed in yellow suits like garbage bags and helmets that were also yellow sprang out of the open door. They pointed at me and began running towards me. Each one carried some sort of tank on its back and a gun of some sort that had a barbed spike like a harpoon loaded in the barrel and a hand pump also attached to it.

I calmly turned my back on them.

With my new strength and speed, they had no chance of catching me.

I began placing one denim foot in front of the other, faster, faster, faster.

I ran with blindingly fast speed down deserted city block after deserted city block. I leaped gracefully over a small news kiosk, wishing that I could freeze time so that I could read the headlines on the newspapers. But that actually wasn't one of my powers that I had, so I didn't do it.

I guess I was a super-hero now, which is one of the things I had always wanted to be, so I was very happy with this current state of affairs. My father always told me "hard work always pays off," and while I never did believe him before, I did now.