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

I finally reached the barren plain upon which my apartment building stood. The clouds continued to churn in the sky and spew a torrent of ruby rain down on the bird-choked earth.

Bat man has his Bat cave, Super Man has his fortress of ice, Spider Man has a place where he goes, Darkwing Duck has that place in the Golden Gate Bridge where he keeps his vehicles and computers.

I needed a lair, a base of operations. A place where I could begin my career as a super-hero, ridding this city of all the vile problems that plague it, such as graffiti on vacant Blockbusters and other problems as well.

But first, I needed sustenance, I needed to feed.

Thankfully, the forces-that-be had provided me with all the food I would ever need. It had fallen from the sky like manna, and it littered the ground at my feet.

I calmly reached down and plucked up a ripe bird. I held it to my bandaged face and deeply inhaled its rich aroma.

I powerfully unhinged my jaw, I vaguely felt the staples give way and snap apart, and I brought my teeth down sharply on the bird's torso. The warm and putrid entrails gushed into my mouth like a bird-sized Gusher brand candy.

After I consumed three or four of the delectable treats, I raised my face to the apartment building before me.

As I climbed the crumbling brick facade, I paused to peer into a window with a woman on the other side of it. She was wearing a pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt of some sort, and her hair was in a ball on the back of her head. She had her back towards me, and she was engaged in eating a cup of yogurt. I wondered if she was into gaming. I glanced at the walls, but I saw no evidence of said lifestyle.

Women had never paid me much attention before, but maybe now they would, now that I had my new strong body. Perhaps I would be irresistible to them, they would be drawn to me like a fruit fly is drawn to a banana that is left out too long on my counter and is starting to soften and I plan on eating it but never get around to it end eventually throw it out.

As I watched, the woman finished her yogurt, and then she threw the container away, and then she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

I was excited by this tantalizing bit of voyeurism I had engaged in, and looked forward to many more exactly like it. I wondered what other flavors of yogurt other women might eat. Time would only tell.