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No matter what I do, the chunk of memory from that night is gone. Corrupted,
just like Vista does to your hard drive. The official story is that everything’s a blank
from the time Maharin got inside my head to the point I showed up and was myself again.
Yeah, that’s not totally true. Then again, it’s not totally false.
me remember how to take something or someone apart. I touch a building and can feel
the girders and support beams, and this doesn’t require phasing or anything. Every time I
treat a patient, I somehow know how to make them better, but I also know how to make
The night this all happened, I came back to consciousness in a grove of trees near
the business school. I remember being totally disoriented, like I didn’t know who I was,
where I was, what had happened, or pretty much anything else. Thanks to the dark, I
couldn’t see my skin or else that might have sent my mind spinning a bit. I was just
sitting on the ground, a nice bed of leaves, and staring at the ground.
I actually don’t remember any of that. The first conscious thought I recall is that
of purring. All around me, I felt the purring of a cat. The first thing I saw was a gray
fluff moving about, almost like a living shadow. I watched the blur for a while, but then I
saw a pair of yellow globes staring up at me. I looked into it’s eyes as it pawed gently at
my hand.
“Where am I?”
Now, I don’t remember it speaking, but I could have sworn that cat told me to
relax.
“What happened?” Note – I don’t remember saying this out loud. I might have.
I didn’t think it was weird to talk to a cat either. I do it all the time at work.
The cat just kept asking me to relax. As I did, I started coming to my senses. I
remembered that Ryan and Rachel were in trouble. That’s when I jumped to my feet and
Follow me. The cat ran off down through the trees. I sprinted after it. Not long
after, I could see the flashing lights of the ambulance as the paramedics loaded Ryan
inside.
“Thanks!”
You’re welcome.
The cat ducked into some bushes and I ran to the ambulance. I never saw that cat
again, but since then, cats have given me a once over anytime I pass by. They also don’t
Paramedics are a different story. A few of them almost had a heart attack when
they saw me. They might have relaxed a bit when I talked to Ryan, but not by much. As
they were leaving, I said I’d follow and meet them at the hospital.
going through my head, it felt way longer than the normal fifteen or twenty minutes. The
cops told me about all I’d done, how I killed Maharin, but that they could wait till later to
take a statement from me. None of them ordered me to come to their station, and they
I noticed a few people wandering about campus during my walk. They all ran as
I’m sure it was due to my skin. I finally took a look at my reflection against a
window. Damn, it looked bad. Even without it though, seeing a guy wandering about
with shredded clothes probably would have caused a similar reaction. I can’t blame
But as bad as this was, my friends were hurt. And to make it worse, they were
scared of me. I tried to think of a way out, but I didn’t have anything.
The only person who didn’t run away was a photographer who shot a picture as I
entered the hospital. This was the one that made it onto the Times and every other
Inside the hospital, the nurses seemed to want to run, but they often were trapped
“I’m sorry,” said a nurse. “We don’t uh, normally give out information. You
be back. But a few minutes later, she reappeared. I think I saw a doctor whisper
something to her and push her towards me before bailing down a hallway.
“Your friends, one Mr. Douglas and our Dr. Hoffman, the professor?”
“Yeah, there’s another too. Kevin Hernandez. Have you heard anything?”
“Mr. Douglas is being treated for frost burns. Eventually, he’ll need severe skin
grafting. Dr. Hoffman suffers only minor injuries, physically, but she appears to have
“But Kevin?”
“She also told me to tell you that Kevin’s dead. She says it wasn’t your fault.”
That was the first time I ever lost a good friend. My memory’s kind of blurry
after that, but I know I stormed around the hospital for a while. Eventually, I stood
The next thing I noticed was a small object sailing at my head. I caught it – a cell
phone.
I looked up to see Brad standing nearby. He seemed as relaxed as always, and not
at all surprised by my appearance. Then again, he was the only person standing near me.
Brad didn’t even look down when he said, “I think your brother wants to meet up
with you.”
“How am I even getting to Washington?” I pulled out what was left of my wallet,
keys, and cell phone. Them, like my clothes, didn’t quite phase out with me, and were
Brad didn’t look concerned. “Let me take you to the airport. I’m sure they’ll
As usual, Brad knew. He always knows. The first sunshine of morning cracked
the sky during the drive. That meant that morning paper deliveries and newscasts
covered the city. That meant that my face, in its current state, was now quite famous.
I realized this when I stepped out of Brad’s car at LAX. A few skycaps took one
look at me, yelled something that didn’t really make sense but seemed really freaked out,
and bolted away. The terminal sat pretty empty this early in the morning, but a minute
Sort of. They kept their distance, making it more like I had a halo of people
surrounding me. A few of the airport cops held their guns, though they looked more
confused than anything. Their captain yelled at them, “Put that shit away. Didn’t you
hear the news? Nothing hits this guy.” They lowered their guns, but some of them still
the airport until I finally found a manned counter. The lady behind the desk froze when I
Before I could reach her, the captain asked me, “What do you want.”
The captain sprinted for the counter, arriving before me. He said something to the
lady, but I’m pretty sure she didn’t hear a word from him.
My question was a lot simpler. “I need a ticket on your next flight to Washington
DC.”
I wonder what my expression looked like, trashed skin and all. The lady froze for
a moment, but once she looked down at her screen, she seemed to be typing quickly. Not
sure if she was looking for a flight for me or just calling for more help. I distinctly
A few minutes later, she looked up and said, “We have a plane for you.” Security
led me past the metal detector and other gates and right onto the tarmac. A 737 sat alone,
away from everything else. A few fire trucks sat around the plane’s vicinity along with a
But it did get me a free flight into DC. Of course, there were no stewardesses or
anyone else on my flight. The pilots stayed locked inside their cockpit. I yelled to them,
“Hey, are we cool? I don’t want you flying me to the middle of nowhere and then bailing
out.”
I heard a yell back. “We’ll fly you to Washington DC, just like you want. We
won’t give you any trouble, but regulations say we can’t open this door either.”
I could have just walked through the door, but I gave them the benefit of the
doubt. During the flight, I raided every fridge on the plane. They had peanuts, lunch
boxes, sandwiches, and with no one to serve me, I just helped myself to as much as I
wanted.
I received a similar reception from security at Dulles. The plane landed, rolled
away from the terminals, and I got dumped outside on the tarmac. Guards watched me as
But this time, the public had a different response. Security had to clear a path for
me as people shot pictures with cell phones and yelled, “Hey, Spellcaster, over here!”
A guy got through the cops and came up to me with a pen and paper. “Can I get
your autograph?”
I signed it for him, but I wonder if he was disappointed that it read Steve Shao?
But yeah, I guess a little destruction brings a lot of infamy, and infamy has always
been one big element of fame. Most of the people didn’t seem scared to see me either.
The taxi driver didn’t get the memo. When I walked towards his cab, he took one
look at me and jumped out of his car. Not a problem. I just took his cab to the Capitol
and left it outside. As I went up the steps, I saw another cab pull up and the taxi driver
jump back into his car. Guess it’s good to have friends.
The secret service met me outside the Capitol. “I’m sorry, you can’t go in there.”
“Why not? I’m a citizen?”
“I’m just looking for my brother, and what are going to do anyway?”
These were the only guys not to bolt when they saw me coming. Of course, it
wasn’t too hard to push them aside. I knew all of them pulled guns on me, but none of
them fired. Maybe they’d gotten the memo that I couldn’t be hurt? Maybe me
wandering about looking for my brother wasn’t exactly a threatening stance. “Hey,
anyone see my brother? He looks like me, except…” Oh yeah, I looked like hell. He
agents. Now most of the agents are serious, but these guys took it to a whole new level.
“Or what?”
They all moved back their coats, showing sub-machine guns. “Turn around
now!”
I think it surprised them a bit when I didn’t even seem to care. At least that’s
what I thought for a second. Then a voice came from behind me. “Or what? Are you
I turned around and shouted, “Ok, I’m here. Now what? Are you turning
yourself in?”
Dave didn’t hear me. He was too busy taunting the agents. “Come on, big man,
all tough-guy with that MP-5. You going to stop us from talking to the senators? You
know they’re all just stealing our taxes, right?” He pushed a few of them right in the
chest as he walked by. “Come on, anyone want to take on the champ? I kicked the asses
Yeah, secret service agents don’t like that. They all whipped out their guns and
leveled them at my brother. Everyone else in the area ran for the door.
“The only talking that’s going to happen is with my foot up their asses!”
“These pussies won’t do shit. Watch.” Dave proceeded to throw a trashcan at the
I’m not sure what happened next. Maybe it was a reflex to seeing my brother go
down. I think I yelled, “No!” I do know that I shot a pair of flaming dragons from my
When I regained my senses, every wall and door around was either destroyed or
crumbling or burning. The agents peeked out from behind cover at me, and a lot of their
clothing still smoldered. Flames still covered my hands, but since no one made a move at
I glared at all the agents. “Come on, bitches. How tough are you now? Don’t
One agent tried to come around the wall. I threw a block of concrete at him,
“Come on, what are you waiting for. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.
But then I felt a hand pat me on the back. I spun around, ready to strike, but I
stopped just as quick. It was Dave. His face and clothes were covered with blood, but he
was standing and seemed unhurt. He wiped his face with his sleeve, and there wasn’t a
Now, I was as confused as the Agents. I think I said something, but it didn’t