He killed him. That abomination killed him, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I was too busy getting Adam out. The man who’d been kind enough to take in what he thought was just a normal stray dog met his end at the tip of a tendril. I watched as it pierced his throat. I watched a crimson stream pour from his throat and stain his perfect white carpet. And then, I ran into Adam’s arms and he got us away from that place.
We’ve been only a single step ahead these past few days. He always seemed to catch up to us just as we were moving on. I think we’ve finally gained some distance. He’s disappeared, at the very least. I finally have time to continue my tale.
Both Adam’s and my own eyes were wide in shock as electricity flew from my boy’s fingertips into the ceiling. Shakily, Adam looked down at his hands, taking in the light blue energy that was flowing through his forearms. He looked back up at me and slowly began to grin.
“This is SO cool,” He cried out. He kept snapping his fingers, making electricity spark from between them each time. “I’m like… like that bad guy in Star Wars. Only not all ugly and stuff,” Realization dawned on Adam as he spoke, “I’m… I’m like you now, Tommy! I’m a superhero! That blue stuff gave me superpowers!”
Now Adam, we don’t know what that substance is doing to your body. Before you start planning to fight crime and all that, we need to make sure you’re okay.
“I feel fine, Tommy. I feel great.”
Still, we should find some sort of information on this… I trotted over to the disposed of syringe and pressed my eye to it. Plasmid. There must be some sort of documentation of it in a lab around here. We’ll get that, make sure you aren’t going to encounter any problems, and then we’ll find a way out of this place. I looked at a map, lying abandoned on the ground with various other pieces of paperwork. All stained red by someone’s life.
“Oh fine…” Adam sighed, then returned to snapping his fingers to make them spark, “Man, this is so awesome.”
Here. We’ll go this way. I’d located the nearest medical facility, and began walking in its direction. Adam followed obediently behind me. I am still uncertain how he was completely oblivious to the skeletons lying about him. Did he not notice them, or did he simply not care?
The entire time we were travelling, he talked about all the things he’d do as a superhero. He was going to fight off Mark the next time he tried to ruin a game of football. He was going to save a cat from a tree and the girl would go out with him. He would name himself Spark Plug Lad – “The Boy Who Fights Crime”. I attempted to get him to change his name to Navitas, the Latin word for energy. It had more gravity, more class. He had his mind set on Spark Plug Lad.
He was in the middle of his latest talk about ending all war, when I heard lumbering footsteps ahead. As each one fell, the floor vibrated. I stopped Adam. We stood there, and watched as a massive shadow slowly passed across the hall before us. It was followed by its owner, a monstrous being, wearing a huge, modified suit of diving equipment. I held down a growl, hoping it would pass by.
Adam panicked, and fired a blast of lightning at it.
The beast stood paralyzed for a moment, sparks crackling across its armor. And then, it moved faster than anything I’d ever seen before. It lurched straight across the room, heading for my boy at a speed seemingly impossible for its size. My knowledge of basic physics told me what common sense told Adam: if that huge beast hit him at that velocity, he was dead. My boy backed away as fast as his legs could take him, flinging another bolt of electricity at the monster.
It froze in its tracks once more. I flung myself at it, jaw open wide, paws forward. I caught hold of its back, bracing myself onto it. My teeth found a vulnerable piece of fabric, and I tore it free. Beneath it was nothing but more cold steel The electrical shock ended, and the monster roared, trying to reach me. I was fortunate. The suit restrained its arms from being able to reach behind itself. As long as I remained on my foe’s back, it could do nothing to me.
I grabbed more fabric and ripped it away. I knew that if I kept tearing, surely I’d find something critical eventually. The great being bellowed in rage. It turned back to my boy and lumbered forward, slower now.
ADAM! GO! I screamed. I could care less if it hurt me. This beast would not harm my boy. I kicked off of its back, sending the beast stumbling forward. It turned back towards me, but I was already beneath its legs, nipping at its heels. It tried to stomp on me. I kept moving, kept biting. Nothing I did was working against the monster. Finally, my eyes caught a valve on the armor over its collar.
I ran out from under the beast, turned, and lunged through the air. Its arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a bear hug. The pressure that monster exerted on me was indescribable – the pain, even more intolerable. I am certain I felt bones crack and organs rupture. Still, that pressure was nothing compared to that which the creature felt after I turned the dial on its chest.
Almost instantly, the suit collapsed in on itself. The crumpled husk of the beast fell to the ground, and I crawled out from its now lifeless arms.
Adam ran over to me, asking if I was okay. I told him to wait a moment. I felt my bones snap into place, felt my stomach and liver regain their original shape. Finally, minutes later, I nodded. I was okay. We could continue.