Just about lost my muse to write...I'm in a hell of a lot of trouble right now...Freya will find out why soon enough.

He hated walking home from school. For some reason or another, that walk was one of the most undesireable activites in the whole of creation. It wasn't the length of the walk, only 5 blocks, and it wasn't the place...fairly decent neighborhood. It was just..walking. Something about traversing 5 blocks on foot seemed so vulgar to him. Some might label him with a superiority complex...walking's never vulgar. But there was more, as there is always more. Deep, within the recesses of his own head, something stirred everytime he took a step. Every length of ground he walked across, a slithering serpent within his psyche begain to wander, flipping mental switches, toy with his emotions, rage, revenge, lust, sorrow...all these focused at the road. If he looked back now, he would see what was happeneing, but as it stands, he can't even put two words together. Poor sap...anyway, where was I? Ah yes...the road. His road...rage. His mind boiled as he trudged past the third block, muttering curses at the sky, the air, the ground the car that was barreling down at him. Almost as an instinct, all of that rage, energy, emotional instability...all of it focused itself into his arms. He snarled and punche downward, through the car's hood and engine block. He gripped something, something moving, something that was seering hot. He only grunted at the pain, and lifted, lifted the car up, above his head feeling scalding liquids trickle down his arm, feeling the blisters start to form, after feeling the flesh peel away. He turned, ever so casually, and tossed the car back whence it came. It landed on its roof, crushing it's inabitants. He merely shook his hand, flicking some of the boiling fluids from his arm, and immediatley fainted as the pain, shock, and leftover power flooded back into his head. Such a mental flood was enough to snap his fragile teather on reality, and that was it. He no longer loathed walking home because he could walk no more. Nor speak, nor think...comatose, with nothing more than the slithering serpent within his psyche to keep him company.

-- Zero_6ix (Zero_6ix@hotmail.com), July 22, 2002

Answers

Hmm... I can't really think of anything to say but it reminds me of the incredable hulk for some reason.. x.X sorry.

-- ArchPyro (ZemoruePyxil@aol.com), July 23, 2002.