🥇🥇Winner of the Indian legion awards
"With great power comes suicide attempts, social anxiety, and the itch to live as a normal black teenager."
Mitch Palmer started college as an attempt to live a normal life but that mistake brought back secret...
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𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊
Once upon a fucking time, there used to be a lonely female dog. She just laid down by the side of the road, sad and probably horny. We felt really bad for her because we thought she'd probably just die one day and we humans would move on like nothing like her ever existed, but as you have it, a male goat approached her.
Now he too was lonely and lost and probably horny like the female dog, so they became best friends and soon, fuck buddies. In biology, dogs can't conceive a goat's baby, but just like I became immortal, they too gave birth to the bald, huge trauma-giving man who hovered over me with a sick smile on his big, light pink over smooth lips.
"You don't look so excited to see an old friend." images of his gun pointed at my forehead filled my brain and the words I spilled out were,
"Fuck you." his sardonic laughter sliced through the air, sharp and biting. It was tinged with sarcasm, as though he found my predicament utterly amusing.
"Once a happy child, now a mentally deranged adult." he praised in a high-pitched voice with his hands closed together as if he were in a mood. I smiled back at him, ignoring the fact that his words stung deep.
"I wonder whose fault that is." I hinted at him as his wide smile slowly faded out. He grabbed my chin forcefully, ridding me of every way of exercising my freedom, so I gave up and just rested my face in his huge palm.
"Your mother caused all of this. She knew what she was getting into when she stole from me." he frowned a little, the crease on his eyes twitching, before his face went back to its neutral state.
"Let me guess, you're going to make up some sob story about how my mom is the reason why you killed my loving father and also why you'll kill my friends and I, leaving out the part that you are a sicko who gets off by watching people in pain." I smiled, knowing full well he could stab me or cut off one of my boobs as a way of torture, but I'd just heal back and try to make my boobs bigger too.
"I'll take it that you don't know the whole story." he announced it with a winner's smile etched on his lips, and although I was tempted and tired of waiting in the dark, there was no way I'd fall for his lies.
"What exactly do you want from me?" I asked, already frustrated, but he ignored me and decided to punish my ears with his backstory.
"I wasn't always this mean. I had a wife who really loved me and I loved her extremely-"
"Then she died; probably my dead mother was involved, and you swore to make us pay; bla bla bla. You figured I'm immortal, and you want to extract my powers; you're literally just like the most cliché villains ever created. I mean how's it possible to be the offspring of a goat and a dog? Or maybe that's not your story; maybe you're the beast and your dead wife (bless her soul wherever she is) was beauty and you probably abducted her so she got Stockholm syndrome and finally gave in into falling in love-"
His fist collided with my face with a sickening impact that reverberated through the air. A sharp crack echoed as an agonized gasp of pain escaped my lips. The metallic taste of blood flooded my senses as it surged out of my mouth and nose, trickling down my chin. The brutality of the blow left me reeling, each breath a struggle against the intense pain that radiated from my face.
What kept me mortified was that with each passing second I tried to use my powers, I wasn't healing. The thought alone sent shivers of helplessness down my spine.
"Are you willing to listen?" he asked, more like a warning, and I nodded, too disoriented to speak. "Atta girl."
"Unfortunately, my wife had cancer and died. It pained me really much because she had so many dreams, and I didn't get to help her accomplish one, so I hired five scientists that could make something, anything, to bring her back from the dead." I knew he was crazy, but not to the extent of raising the dead.
"And how was my mother involved?" I asked as if I was interested in his lies after a minute of absorbing the pain, still aware of the oozing blood because the story was getting really good.
"Your mother was one of the scientists—the best, actually. She created something she called the deathless serum. And then, to my surprise, she fled with the syndrome. I sent her a message; she killed herself; I found you and your father and killed the both of you; I searched everywhere for the serum; I accepted the fact that I was never going to find it; I made sure the remaining four scientists worked on creating the serum from the beginning, but they never got that formula and flash forward; there was news of a crazy resurrection." he drew patterns on my face as if I were his prized possession.
Although this was the best answer to how I had my powers, I chose not to believe that all these years, my mother had been fooling the both of us. But if she was truly fooling us, why in the infinite fuck did my father give me a gun to protect myself? I felt betrayed because my whole 13 years of living with my parents were a façade. And if they kept me in the dark to protect me, I'd say that was the dumbest idea considering she fell off a roof and my dad's head was blown off right in front of me.
"So, you want your serum or my blood back?" I asked, and he nodded like I was the smartest person in the universe.
"Not just your blood, your life." he still continued the pattern drawings, and I sucked in a breath when the thought of Ruan, Alice, and Vinnie, wherever the fuck he was, dying because of me.
"Let them go; they have nothing to do with our history. Please." regret welled up within me as tidal waves of emotions rolled down my ears, reaching my ears. I had always welcomed death with a dance, a waltz through the eons, where I would always emerge unscathed. But this time was different; the certainty of a final death that I had only encountered at age 13 gnawed at the core of my existence. I thought I could always defy death.
"Bring him out," wannabe Kingpin ordered to whoever, and to my horror, two men dragged out a lifeless Vinnie with his eyes gouged out. My eyes reached out to Ruan and Alice; I watched them cry silently, and a searing ache pulsed through me, not because he was dead (he was a bitch) but because it was my fault. I warned Ruan from the beginning that people would die because of me.
"Oh, don't cry; he was a mole. He contacted me and gave me your address, but I just couldn't keep working with a snitch who could probably kill me when he wished, so I got rid of him. You should be grateful; I mean, he wanted you dead, and I saved you." he smiled, and once again, I was speechless.
"I'm sorry." was all I could whisper to myself. One of the people in all white drew a bright lamp over my face. I felt the stinging sensation of the needle that pierced my arm a few hours ago, and my body went limp. The tears, though, didn't stop flowing, and I watched in helplessness as my blood was slowly travelling up a rubber tube.
Then suddenly, my eyes caught a figure in a black ninja costume behind wannabe kingpin. The figure wrapped its arm under his chin and drove a knife across his neck, so deep that his blood splayed all over my face and the examination table I was tied to. I watched in numbness as Wannabe Kingpin fell to the ground and the ninja dude stood right in front of me.
'Who are you?' I badly wanted to ask and like he was a mind-reader, he pulled off his mask.
My eyes widened in shock, my breath catching in my throat as I stared at the person who supposedly saved me.
