Yesterday was most definitely a duvet day. I don't get man flu, but yesterday was about as close as I've ever been... But, a day in bed and a good night's sleep has me back in fighting form. So, to continue, my "Universally Being" project. It's still a working title so if you can think of something better then feel free to let me know.
After that, I slowly pieced together what had happened. Turns out there were others like me. Well, not like me persay, but people - things - with powers. First thing I came across was some kind of ape/wolf beast thing... It was terrorising downtown, knocking indiscriminately through buildings and people alike. The police were useless, but then, that's Moorhead for you. I was conviniently out looking for a new pair of jeans; I'd busted my best pair in the lab blast. I'd been toying around with a few basic experiments with my powers; I'd figured out that strength and durability came pretty much naturally, so for some reason, I listened to that voice in the back of my head that most people often ignore, the one that screams "Just go already!" So I did. I went. I met that beast thing head on and got knocked through the window of a bakery for my efforts. I was lucky, the cinnamon swirls and pain au'chocolat cushioned my fall...
I was ready for round two. I caught that thing at full charge and was barely bruised. I had a good feeling I could at least subdue it, hopefully able to make an escape myself before the police managed to regroup and come after me... I remember climbing somewhat less than heroicly from the baker's shelf, dusting myself off of icing sugar and smushed glace cherries. Not the best of starts for a new hero, but hey, those're the breaks I guess. I'd played some football in college, so knew how to give a decent tackle. I picked up the pace and dropped my shoulder, lifting the beast a little on collision, but only pushing it back a few feets before it dug its claws into the asphalt. That's when I noticed its fangs. Big, dripping fangs - like a shark's! Two rows of jagged teeth that seemed to shift, as though their were muscles in the beast's gums that caused them to judder back and forth like an electric bread knife... It tried to take a chunk out of my shoulder. It hurt like hell. I'm not gonna lie, I yelled. Hell, I think I even cried a little... It was the shock, I swear. Mental note, I'd need a new t-shirt too... I was lucky though, it managed to catch the fleshy portion of my left bicep and was too busy trying to wrench and rend its way through my arm. This was the only opening I needed. I pulled back and swung a hook with my right. I caught it square beneath the eye and felt a crunch, no doubt its cheekbone collapsing underneath the pressure I could now apply. It was amazing just how much a person could do under the fuel of adrenaline.
Several more heavy handed blows and the beast's bite weakened, loosening around my arm. I pulled back and lurched suddenly forwards, bringing our heads to collide. The beast fell. It didn't move. I didn't stay around to answer questions...
So that was my first venture into the world of, well, I suppose you could call it 'heroism'... The comic books and films make it look so much easier, let me tell you.
So that's enough for today. Sorry again for not posting yesterday. I'll be sure to keep on top of this project for now.
Adios for now,
Craiggy.
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