Wow, life's so good right now! Sure, there're a few hitches, but if everything was peaches and cream, it'd just be boring. I'm not gonna get into details, because that's not what I intend this blog to be about, but right now, life is good. So, Entwined. I promised a better segment today, so I'm gonna hopefully make it a bit more engaging, maybe pick the pace up a little, maybe even write a longer than usual segment, as I've noticed I've been sticking to just two or three paragraphs a day recently. Today, I intend to do more, so here we go.
I hated getting shot. Sure, it hurt like hell, but that's not why I didn't like it. Thanks to my Entwined abilities, I was more resilient than normal humans; I've never properly tested to see just how resilient, but when I've been in fights, most impact weaponry like clubs or chains barely leave a mark, and even knives only scratch a little. Bullets. Now they still hurt. Sure, they're slowed down and never go as deep as they should, but it's still a pain in the, well, wherever I get shot I guess. But I'm also faster, I have heightened senses thanks to Shane. I'm not saying I can dodge bullets, but most of the time, I can read trajectories based on barrel position so I try and move out of the way of where the bullet's going to be. If I get shot, it's my own fault for being careless. That's why I hate it. I'm annoyed with myself.
I found it amusing that this was the first thing in my head after feeling the familiar dull thud in my shoulder followed by the searing pain. I could feel the bullet lodged just below the joint. That was another problem. Rarely ever an exit wound. I'd have to fish that bullet out later. Entwined. My blessing. My curse.
There were twelve officers now, all, to their credit, following procedure and not being over-zealous with the gunfire, though I imagined this was more to do with not wanting to tear up their own precinct. If I wanted to get out of here, I'd have to stop taking the defensive. Shane was on overtime as it is with all these bullets flying around. I could overhear snippets of chatter, they were afraid. The police were afraid of me. I swung a punch, knocking an officer backwards into two more, causing them to pile on the floor. They thought I was some sort of monster. I ducked, turned and rose up, elbowing one at the base of the neck whilst hitting another in the chest. I felt his ribs pop even through the stab vest and my punch pads. Maybe they were right. Before the remaining officers had a chance to level their guns for another shot, I closed my eyes, relying fully on Shane's senses now, letting my instincts take over. When I opened them again, I was surrounded by twelve unconcious police officers. Maybe I was a monster...
Back at my apartment I put the kettle on to boil and rummaged around in my first aid kit for some tweezers. I needed to get these bullets out before the wounds healed over them. Another quick search in a draw for a sharp knife too, just in case. I set the tools to sterilise whilst grabbing a beer from the fridge and removing my gear and jersey. I drained my drink quickly, hoping the alcohol would numb the pain a little, or at least act as a placebo to make me think that... The removal of the bullets wasn't pretty. I could even feel Shane wincing at one point. "Yikes bro, why don't you go to a hospital with these things?!" I smirked as I pulled out the last wound, applying a boiled tea-towel as a compress come makeshift dressing, "And how would you explain to the doctors how you were walking around with three bullets in you and no exit wounds? These things were so close there're almost powder burns around the wounds." I winced as I taped up another wound and grabbed another beer. I'd need something stronger before the night was out, but first I needed to check over those case files. I needed to see why our killer was killing, or if they were just a monster after all... I shuddered. There was that word again, 'monster'... Life has a real sick sense of humour some times...
So that's today's post! I think I have a better idea of where I'm going with this now, so hopefully I'll have this wrapped up by the end of the week, maybe even sooner. Damn this'd be a lot easier if I was on Facebook this week... I don't say I miss it, it's just annoying. It's a convenience!
Well, peace out folks!
Craiggy.
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