I felt a sadistic glee

Was that all hecould do?

anaphylactic shock from a beesting or getting serious complications from the bite of a brown reclusespider

My brain was filled with horrendousamounts of information, as I sensed each bite, each sting

Attack.

I could have alerted the real heroes

They were going to kill

Lung was more dangerousthan fifty people with guns

Sprawling tattoos covered his body fromthe neck down, all depicting dragons from Eastern mythology.

he mask left my hair free, which did leave the back of my head morevulnerable, but that was just one of the sacrifices I’d had to make to go outin an unfinished costume.

This weekend, I would be ready.

I had needed to use wire cutters

Yeah, I needed a life.But I had a badass costume.

Ihad flipped that mental switch that told them to breed and lay eggs as if itwas summer,

Why go synthetic when you canproduce with the real thing?

laying the lines acrossone another, and weaving them into one work

Except my power wasn’t that great, so maybe it was more likehaving a taser.

That notebook was – had been – my notes and journal for my herocareer. The testing and training I’d done with my powers, pages of crossedout name ideas, even the measurements I was using for my costume inprogress.

caught thefirst bus that headed in the general direction of home.

I could feel adrenaline thrumming through my body,blood coursing in my veins. I shivered in response to the chilled soft drinksand juices the trio had poured over me, with anticipation and with just alittle fear. On every surface of the bathroom were bugs; Flies, ants, spiders,centipedes, millipedes, earwigs, beetles, wasps and bees. With everypassing second, more streamed in through the open window and the variousopenings in the bathroom, moving with surprising speed. Some crawled inthrough a gap where the sink drain entered the wall while others emergedfrom the triangular hole in the ceiling where a section of foam tile hadbroken off, or from the opened window with peeling paint and cigarettebutts squished out in the recesses. They gathered around me and spread outover every available surface; primitive bundles of signals and responses,waiting for further instruction

An inarticulate scream of fury and frustration escaped my lips, and Ikicked the plastic bucket that sat just beneath the sink, sending it and thetoilet brush inside flying into the wall. When that wasn’t enough, I pulledoff my backpack and used a two-handed grip to hurl it.

urgent, ominous crackling ‘sound’ that wouldn’t get any quieter or lesspersistent if I covered my ears with my hands.

Taylor!

Cranberry juice.

It wasn’t quite a sigh of relief.Relief implied you felt better. I wouldn’t feel better until I got home. No, Ijust felt less uneasy

f they only knew

moronic

I’d counted down theminutes to lunch as if I was keeping track of the timer on a bomb.

capes

Mr. G