The Average Superhero

Pain and Answers

A/N

So this is a bit of a longer chapter, but we finally get some answers to what the heck is going on. If you have any questions, comments, critiques, thoughts, guesses, or suggestions don't be afraid to let me know. Have a good day and thanks for reading. :)

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I open me eyes to find myself on a sofa. Looking around I can tell that this was the warehouse. The sun is shining through the windows and creates the illusion of slanted golden glass. Lighting up most the of warehouse starting from the center with a pleasant warmth, making it's way out until the corners are in complete darkness. I see in the far right corner his computer set up was below a string or two of Christmas lights.

Using my left arm as a pry that's presently squished underneath my body weight, I elevate myself off the couch. As soon as I move it I feel a shooting pain, traveling like electricity, tracing all my nerves in the left side of my body and along my torso. An unwilling gasp escapes my breath. I collapsing back down and instantly cursing under my breath.

All  I did was lay there shocked, unaware of why my body is so injured and stunned from the pain. 

"Oh hey! You're up!"

Corrosion.

Each breath I take is unsteady and chopped. Ignoring my unhealthy state of breathing, I open my fat mouth to make a remark that'll not help my level of popularity. I take one breath to get me at least a few words out, as the air went in, a sharp pain whipped at my ribs. Causing me to push the oxygen out of me, then causing me more pain.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

Corrosion, seeing this, decides it's a great time to let his best personality trait shine, jerk.

I'm sure he's fluent in it. 

"Still have a big mouth I see." I open my mouth, then think, 'hey this is a bad idea,' then once again close it. "Aww, the mighty Kendal brought to her knees by a little beating?" Mockery dripping from every letter, he says this in a way a caretaker would.

These words triggered the memory, he did this. Flashbacks flooded my present thoughts, zipping from one memory to the next creating a chain of events linking together perfectly in my head.

The dawning sent away the pain and replaced it with pure, unfiltered, anger.

"You." I growl out. At this he steps back out of fear, almost falling and stumbles over himself. With this face of... Terror? No, can't be. No one is scared of me, especially someone that has repeatedly beat me in a fight. 

My brain is overtook  with the hatred I have towards that green fairy. I see myself fling down my legs over the couch and stomp onto the floor, not entirely having a grip on my anger. My rash actions continue as I see myself stand up and take one step forward. I see this but it's like I'm watching through a camera, with one focus only giving me tunnel vision.

Then the pain hits.

Every bone screams out, all my muscles are hit with a stinging pain, and every joint buckles down on me. Now I feel like I'm back to living instead of watching T.V. I hear the distant anguished cry of somebody as I feel the stale air curve around my face as my cheek makes contact with the ground, every attempt to catch myself unresponsive.

Pain is the one thing none of us can escape, no matter how much we try. Whether it's mental or physical, we cannot escape it. Even when we feel we're on the top of the world the fall  is always the hardest. Even when we lock ourselves up in our rooms and block out the rest of the world. Because we either stub our toe on the bed side or we read a book that messes up your whole view on the world. Pain is inevitable. That's a fact. And sometimes pain just likes to follow us around and play us like we're instruments, until one of our copper wires finally snap.