This is part 11 of my current work in progress, The Death of Captain Awesome.
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Martin couldn’t stop rubbing his side. He kept twisting to look at the skin. He still didn’t believe what he was seeing. A cut deep enough to soak his shirt and hoodie through with blood was now gone, less than half an hour later. The treatment must have worked.
He looked at himself in the mirror and thought for a second before pulling open the drawer under the sink. He pulled out a pair of scissors. He opened the blades and held it like a knife. He looked at himself in the mirror again, was he crazy? He pulled the open blade across his palm and watched a red line follow the cold steel.
Martin felt something that might have registered as pain in his mind, but it did not feel like it hurt. He put the scissors on the counter and inspected the cut closer. He pulled on the skin in his palm, opening the cut wide and allowing blood to flow down his wrist. There was a slight tenderness to his hand, but far less than what he had felt on his side.
He reached his hand under the sink and turned the water on. Warm water rinsed the blood away and gave him a better look at the cut. The gash was already smaller than it had been moments before. Martin became hypnotized by the water flowing over the cut as the cut itself slowly closed up. It was like watching a time lapse of the wound healing. Weeks of skin and tissue repair in a matter of seconds.
The cut was gone. Martin washed the rest of the blood off his hands and dried them on a towel.
What else could he do? Was he stronger than before? He looked around his apartment. What was the heaviest thing he owned? The couch. He grabbed the fabric on the arm of the couch with one hand, and lifted.
He thought about when he and his wife moved into this apartment. They decided it would be cheaper if they just rented a truck and moved themselves in. They didn’t have much stuff anyway. It took both of them working together about fifteen minutes to get the couch up the front steps and through the short hallway. It was so heavy they need to set it down and take a breather before adjusting the position of the couch around the walls and banister. Now he could lift it by himself with only one hand gripping the fabric.
But it did not make sense. Captain Awesome was bullet proof. Martin had seen first hand that bullets could bounce off Captain Awesome. So why can a knife blade cut through Martin’s skin? Surely Captain Awesome was impervious to knives if he was immune to bullets.
Martin thought about all this as he went back to the bathroom with a plastic bag to gather his hoodie and his shirt. Maybe he needed more injections. Maybe more radiation? He hoped that he could gain more powers just as easily as he gained these, but he could very well do without the sickness and coma that followed.
As he stuffed the clothes into the plastic bag he noticed the corner of the newspaper clipping sticking from his hoodie pocket. He stuffed the hoodie into the bag as he pulled the clipping from the pocket. Captain Awesome was making an appearance at the children’s hospital this weekend. He had almost forgot about that. It was difficult to tell where and when Captain Awesome would show up. Sure, you could wait for a crime to happen or set one up, but that still wasn’t a guarantee that he would come to the rescue. Sometimes he just seemed to ignore some of the crime. The argument could be made that Captain Awesome can’t be everywhere all the time, but Martin would argue that he seems to only appear in places that are more likely to get him media coverage.
Martin was confident with the powers he was starting to develop, but it might be safer if he had some more juice flowing through him. He needed to know if another treatment would improve him.
He grabbed his cell phone and called Norman. He finally picked up on the fourth ring.
“Hey, it’s me,” Martin said.
“I was starting to get worried,” Norman said. “I must have called you a million times in the last couple of days. Umm…how are you feeling?” Norman sounded like he stopped himself from asking the real question. Did the serum work?
“I am feeling pretty damn good, actually.” He did still feel a few of the side effects—chills, cotton mouth, and fatigue—but those were just shadows compared to how he was feeling earlier. Now he was suddenly feeling much better and he was sure that discovering powers might have had something to do with that feeling better. “I need to talk to Doc,” Martin said.
“Yeah you do. He was asking about you.”
“Good,” Martin said. “Can you meet me there?”
“Not tonight,” Norman said. “We are going to have to wait until after the weekend.”
“Why so long?” Martin did not want to wait until after the weekend. He wanted a boost now so that this weekend he would be even stronger.
“Doc is out of the office until then,” Norman said. It sounded like code for something that Martin didn’t know what it was code for. He recalled Norman saying something about him being all Cloak and Dagger the other day, but who was doing it now?
“Ok.” Martin wasn’t sure what he was able to say over the phone. Maybe Norman was just being paranoid, but if the cops had the church under surveillance maybe Norman had good reason to be paranoid.
Martin was confident in the new powers he had been manifesting, but were they enough to challenge Captain Awesome? He was going to find out when he met him at the children’s hospital.
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