Prompt: It takes a lot of rage to rip a man's arm off. Yeah well I was that mad. And irradiated
I stare down at the bloody arm in my hand. All right then. I didn't know I could do that. As I hear footsteps enter in the other room, I try to hide the ripped off limb behind me.
"What in the world!?" I hear my partner yell.
"Elizabeth, why is this corpse missing a limb?"
"Um, that is a really good question, that I don't have an answer too."
"If I walk through this door, right now, what exactly am I going to see?"
"Nothing of importance."
"Sure."
I busy myself trying to hide the increasingly disgusting limb.
"Y'know, it takes a lot of rage to rip a man's arm off."
Crap, he knew. Welp time to play it off.
"Yeah, well I was that mad."
He scoffs, "And irradiated."
"Excuse me? Irradiated? What the hell does that even mean?"
"Yo-you don't know wha- we went over this in training!"
"I probably wasn't paying attention."
"Clearly. Irradiated means exposed to radiation like a superhuman or something."
"One, how on earth do you remember that, two, I am not a superhuman!"
"I'm just saying."
"Uh huh, I bet you wish."
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