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soon. Billy hovered in place for moments and finally decided he could be of no help.  
    Then he rushed to the hospital to visit his father.  
    Billy couldn’t stop thinking about how he recognized the man at the intersection.  

Chapter Four
    Coroner Gray Matthews said to the grief-stricken mother, “This man can’t die, Mrs. Hampton. Your son up and walked out of here without a pulse. He’s functioning, yet he’s clinically deceased.”
    “What do you mean?” Marge Hampton demanded. She was standing in the morgue. The police had directed her to the basement wing of the hospital minutes ago. “He was shot four times. I was the one who shot him. He was clinically dead for forty-eight hours. I counted.”
    “Jesus Christ, Mrs. Hampton—what are you saying?”
    “I shot him dead. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a blasted doornail!”
    Marge's body folded onto the puke-lime-colored tiled floor. Her black Sunday dress was long enough she could wrap herself up in it like a blanket and retreat into grief. “He was supposed to die of natural causes two years ago, you see. Ray suffered from a malfunctioning liver. Six months of bedridden suffering, I watched my kiddo fall apart. And then his pulse stops. He’s declared dead. He goes to the morgue, and then the next morning, he’s in bed at home like everything’s normal. But he’s rotting…and he now has special abilities.”
    “Special abilities? Mrs. Hampton, isn’t coming back from the dead enough of a special ability?”
    Marge exploded, “He can manipulate his body! I shouldn’t have taken him to the traveling circus when he was nine. The fire-breathers, the contortionists, the fucking clowns, they put ideas in his mind.”
    “His readings are off the charts,” Coroner Matthews exclaimed, reading the steel machines in the corner of the room. “He doesn’t run on blood, but some strange ectoplasm.”
    “It was present in his blood the first time he died,” Marge told him. “It’s unidentifiable. I say it’s the blood of death. The blood of death gives him powers. Nature is breaking its own rules. My son can’t truly die.”
    Coroner Matthews opened his mouth in shock. Fluids bubbled from his throat and belly. Saliva frothed at his lips. His jaw opened wider and wider, creaking, cracking and then completely shattering in one wild jerk from an unknown force.  
    He puked blood, guts and bile onto the floor, and then his skin sizzled and melted from the bones to slowly reveal Ray standing in place of Coroner Matthews as if he’d been within the doctor the entire visit.  
    “Ray!” Marge hugged him, though he was wet with human blood and stamping in the remains of Coroner Matthews. “Why are you doing this? Be reasonable. So you can’t die. Why terrorize people? Why murder?”
    “If death doesn’t want me, and the living abhor me, then I’m going to have some fun with my condition. I always wanted to be a freak at a sideshow. One day the world will appreciate my talents. They’ll eat salty popcorn and chug colas and pay ridiculous ticket prices to revel in my talent.”
    “Was it so bad being dead?”
    “I don’t know.” Ray shrugged. “Death wouldn’t have me. I guess the afterlife is pickier about who they let through the pearly gates these days. You have to let me go, Ma,” Ray said, urging her from him. “You’re holding me back from better things. Drawing attention to me. The police have been on my tail. I have to live my life on my own without you.”
    He held his hand in front of her face, spread out the digits and wiggled them.  
    Marge watched nervously, her eyes unblinking. “W-what are you going to do, Ray? Be nice. I’m your mother. You wouldn’t hurt me. I, I love you, son.”
    “I can’t die,” Ray reiterated, “but when you shot me with Daddy’s Desert Eagle three times in the chest, it hurt like a bitch!”
    His hand disconnected from the wrist with a bone's clink. The hand acted as a separate entity and shoved