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and then changed. I missed the warmth of the anger as sharp icicles of paralysis stabbed me all the way up into my shoulders. Punching people always looked so much easier on TV. I didn’t realize it hurt that bad.

    The few glances I could catch of Cade’s face when not gawking at my own broken hands was unnerving. I couldn’t move my fingers or raise my arms. It felt as if my bones had been turned into sticks and then put into a wood chipper. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t move. My body was going into shock. But that physical shock was nothing compared to the mental shock I felt as Meg joined Cade in looking over me, she now wearing her own maniacal smile.
     
    “Got what you needed, Babe?” He asked her.

    “Sure did.” She purred, caressing Cade’s arm. “He’s the one we’ve been looking for.”

    Then, from God-knows-where on her scanty outfit, she pulled a taser and put it up to my neck. I felt the world go black, and through the crackling sound of electricity pulsing through my already pained body, I also heard my seventh grade principal’s voice yell a single word from across a great distance. All he said was, “ Detention !”

BEGINNINGS
    Tragedy strikes people all over the world, every minute of every day. You know who does it? Life. She has an entire arsenal at her disposal, and she’ll hit you with the same club she used on some poor Schmo halfway across the world. Most of the time, things end the same, and while her random victims may never know one another, their story winds up reading like a cookie cutter pamphlet of sorrow. They lived, they died, and life goes on for everyone else. Sometimes however, there is that One Guy, where that One Thing happened, and while Life is wandering around with her baseball bat smacking good hardworking people over the head like moles in a kids game, fortune allows that single individual to temporarily extend the story with a luck more incredible and impossible than any other of those who suffered the same affliction were afforded.
     
    I am that One Guy.

    You know that dream where you try to run, and you’re mind tells you you’re using all your strength to move as fast as possible, but you’re actually moving in slow motion as if you were under water? Well, this was worse.
     
    I have no idea how long I was under. I felt as if it could have been a lifetime. There was a barrage of dim lights, sounds of metals scraping, and pain. Intense, sharp, and excruciating horror crawled over my subconscious. For seconds I would become lucid, it was like having been rolled under an ocean of torture, and as one wave would cough me up long enough to catch a breath, I was sucked back under to start the roiling nightmare all over again. There isn’t much room for actual thought in that situation. You have to rely on instinct, but I do remember, just one second where I could summon cognizance enough to regret. Regret what? I couldn’t remember that. All I could do was regret.

    The first memory I had where I felt as though I was me, actually me, and not some spirit lost in a void, all I could do was hear, and what I heard was a howling wind that sounded like a thousand banshees moaning for blood. Water trickled down my cheek, each drop sent cool refreshing vibrations down my spine. After a few more minutes of adjusting, my vision slowly returned. It wasn’t like waking up and having someone slowly raise the lighting level until you could see. Rather, it was as if two small white dots appeared in front of each eye, and with a hum, the dots shot out into horizontal lines that squealed opened into gigantic movie screens of pure white brilliance.
     
    I wish I could remember more detail about my emergence back to reality, but all I could do was listen to the echo as my deep searching breaths filled my head as if I were in a barrel. I stood, at least I thought I did; it felt more like my body was floating, my legs were under there somewhere. I stumbled from a metal box