Wow... Sorry about not posting yesterday, I spent the whole day in the hospital. No, I'm fine... It was my lady; she'd knackered up her back (Not my doing!) and so had to have emergency surgery. So, that was how I spent my day... She's fine now though, so all is well! Right, so, back to business...
Well Doc, you're not gonna to believe this. Well, you might, soon. I'm sure it'll be on the news or something, unless they try and cover it up, but I doubt even they could cover this up... Hm? Whaddya mean who're 'they'? The government! They've got their fingers in everything. But then, the mess I made... Sorry, we made, I don't think they can cover it fully. There were too many people around; too many eyes to blind and mouths to quiet...
I'll explain. I was out of town, thankfully. This happened two days ago now. I was just walking along, minding my own business... Truth be told, I was checking up on the 'inner workings', so to speak, and I have a tendency to space out, pardon the pun; so to be honest, I didn't have much of a clue where I was to begin with. The first thing I noticed was the blood, then the pain, then the fact that I was in the air. Seems there was some nutjob with powers like me. Well, okay, not like me persay; turns out this guy had some kind of gravity manipulation ability. I'm not sure what he hit me with, but there I was, a good ten, maybe even fifteen feet off the ground in an odd, translucent bubble of shifting purple energy. Weird, I know; it's funny how gravity always seems to be portrayed as purple in the comics and cartoons, and turns out they were right! Anyhoo, this whack starts chunnering about a 'new order' and how the 'new breed' are going to take over the world... Seriously, it was like something out of a lame online fiction piece...
It took most of my concentration to avoid the shrapnel whizzing around in the bubble with me. I assumed that was what had cut me open. It wasn't much, just a gash on my arm and one on my midriff. They were closing slower than usual due to my distractions. It was getting annoying; the shrapnel, the monologuing... Enough was enough. I don't even know why I did what I did, or how I even thought it would work, but I'm thankful that it did. I just thrust my hands out and, this is the stupid sounding part, I imagined a car exhaust... Seriously, this brilliant golden energy just seemed to erupt from my palms! I knew exactly what it was. It was the essence of this universe being vented out and condensed... I knocked the guy right into a roadside diner and people started running and screaming. I hit the deck and passed out, possibly because of the fall, possibly because I'd done more than I'd ever tried before... When I woke up, there was no sign of the gravity guy. Did he escape? Maybe. Did he die, get disintergrated? Perhaps... I'd like to think I didn't kill a guy, but then, I guess it was him or me.
Am I a bad person, Doc?
So there we have it, another update. I hope this finds you well.
Adios for now,
Craiggy.
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