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

I continued my ascent until I reached the window that let into my apartment. The window was already broken from the day before when Matt's body had broken through it. I climbed through.

Once I stepped foot into my apartment, I felt the building begin to shake beneath my feet. The vibrations increased in force and began to travel up through my denim skin and denim muscles and even my denim bones. I shook and quaked along with the building, the two of us trapped in a mutual invisible dance the likes of which the world can never know. It probably looked a lot like one of those arm-waving balloon men that they put outside of used car lots, except instead of just waving its arms, there is also an earthquake.

I fell to my knees, feeling the energy of the universe coursing through me, it was as if I was a toaster strudel and the fabric of space-time itself was a toaster.

I looked down at my quivering body as the denim further engulfed me. It rose rapidly from my legs, smothering my pelvis and leaving behind a blank, denim void. It flowed from my arms to by chest and back, stopping just short of my head.

It was at that moment that Matt burst into the room.

"Matt!" I shouted at Matt, "Matt, what are you doing here....alive?"

"Listen man..." He stammered the way he always did, "Listen, you've got to stop this. It isn't right, you're gonna hurt somebody." His words slurred out of his mouth like half-frozen ice cream at a Golden Corral.

A whirlwind had formed outside of our window, and it spun around us in a circular fashion, the way that a whirlwind does. It whipped up dust and dirt and debris, and it had picked up the millions of bird carcasses and spun them around and around in the air.

If you have ever seen a commercial for those vacuum cleaners they make in England with the see-through inner chamber, you can envision exactly what I am describing.

"This is all your fault Matt, you're the reason I have been brought to this..." My voice trailed off as I saw what he was about to do, because what he was about to do was pick up my external hard drive of Breaking Bad fan art.

"I don't want to do this... but I will" He said, gripping the drive in both hands and flexing it between them.

I could hear the plastic case begin to crack.

"No.. no Matt... stop, I'll do whatever you want" I heard myself mutter.

He paused, and relaxed his hands. He looked down at the ground for a moment, lost in thought, and then he looked back into my eyes.

"No. This ends... now!" As he shouted the final word, he flung the hard drive right at my face in a perfect spinning motion, which didn't surprise me at all because he was really good at frisbee golf.

In the Spider Man movies, Peter Parker uses his newfound spider-abilities to slow down time and dodge the punches of a bully at his high school. There were a myriad of times during my high school years that I wished I had those same powers, and I wished for them again in this instant.

But they didn't come.