His To Ruin
"Let me fucking go!”
“Well, shit, since you asked so nicely, I guess I will,” I say, releasing him. His eyes widen once more in surprise, and then he’s scrambling up. Or at least trying to. He instantly drops back down, but he’s not deterred. Desperation is more potent than a bullet wound to the knee.
If the government could bottle that particular emotion, they could create an army of superhumans. It’s the driving force that creates extraordinary abilities.
Lifting a car of your dying child trapped beneath the tire. Running with a broken leg. Or rather, running with a kneecap shot out.
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