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This is ridiculous. Standing here, in a warehouse full of radiation, covered in my favorite cologne just to see that nitwit. All of this, just to see Gazerbeam. I hate how well my lures work on him and his crew. Maybe if he didn’t fall for these tricks, i’d get over how fuckin’ hot he looks. No human on the entire damn planet knows how bad I need him. No one else gets him like I do. No one else deserves to see him like that. No one deserves to see him at all.

I need him to be all mine.

BioHazard/Jack’s POV:

I stood there for a good twenty five minutes before anyone even bothered to arrive. I heard talking outside the doors so that's how I knew they were here. I quickly used my power to make all of the radiation glow and make everything look fuzzy.

I flew myself up to the top of a shelf and went behind a barrel. My breathing got heavier, waiting for anyone to enter. Finally, after a few minutes the door opens and I peek to see who it is.

It’s exactly who I want.

I darted to the door and slammed it shut, making sure it was jammed stuck. This got a very big reaction out of Gazerbeam. He spun to look my way and started walking backwards at the mere sight of me.

“BioHazard…w-what is this?” He managed to mutter out. He sounds so pathetically cute. The fear he has in his voice turns me on to oblivion, I can hardly take it! Jesus Christ, I need him so bad.

“Come on, baby, just call me Jack.” I tell him, kissing his hand and giving a wink. I want to make this man fall in love with me. I need him to. But alas, he backs up again, leaving a good three feet of space between. Now that I get a good close up look of him, the dim light in here really accentuates his abs and hips. I can see every detail of his body, from his collarbone all the way to his calves. Something that catches my eye…

Oh its his dick

The imprint of it on his outfit makes my mind wander. I start thinking about what else I would be able to see without his clothing on. I imagine tying him up and leaving him helpless on the ground, begging for some sort of stimulation.

My mind snapped back to reality when I felt the weight of a full human launch onto my chest, making me fall to the ground. The back of my head hits the ground, blurring my vision a bit. When it finally clears up, I look up to see that Gazerbeam has me pinned onto the ground.

If I wasn't hard before, I sure as hell was now.

“Stay down!” Gazerbeam barked at me.

If I’m already hard from this, I can only IMAGINE how fuckin’ aroused I’d be if this were us in a sexual context. What am I saying? I’m Handsome Jack! Well, I was….but my point still stands. I’m a dreamboat of a man, I can make any context sexual.

I force myself up and trap Gazerbeam under me. He looks so fucking pathetic and it turns me on so much. Simon doesn't know all that he does to me. He doesn't know that I snuck into his house to steal his clothing for jerk off material. He doesn't know that when I'm close, I dig my teeth into his shirts. But by God, I want him to. I want him to know that I do.

I bring my hand up to his face and trace along his jawline, making note of every dent along the way. I grab his chin and point it up to look at me in the eyes. If he stares at me for too long, I will be turned into ashes, I know. I think it's worth staring into his eyes. I feel my lips start to burn, an indicator I gotta let him look away. Wait, my lips?

Usually when I force him to stare at me it's my eyes or eyebrows that start burning, not my lips. Why was he looking at my lips? Was it just a distraction or was he thinking about kissing me?

I look back down at him, still pathetic as ever. I do notice a wash of red has gone over his face, which is weird since the only light in here is green from the radiation. Was he blushing?

Shit the radiation!

His body can’t handle it like mine can! Goddammit, I should’ve gotten this over with first thing.

I hear loud banging at the front of the warehouse. It's more than likely Frozone and Mr.Incredible with a team of police, ready to take me into custody. I decided I can’t stay any longer.

“See you soon, Simon.”
I haul ass up and out the roof, making sure to be as discreet as possible. I am so fuckin’ stupid. I could've gotten everything done and over faster if I just went for it.

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Eggs and toast isn't exactly my ideal breakfast but I don't deserve flavor after what happened yesterday. I need to re-plan everything that went wrong. That means no stalling and borderline flirting. Get straight to it, none of what happened last time.

I go back to my office area to start planning all over again. The second I sat in the chair, it hit me. I could start following him again! I haven’t done that since I left the NSA. I just can’t get caught this time. I need to be discreet. I need Simon Paladino.

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I never thought I’d see this building again. The big old NSA building, still as boring as ever. It's already 5:30 pm, he should be out of the building by now. I hate how inconsistent their release times are here, it's infuriating. I hear a door slide open and I turn to see who's there. There he stood, Simon standing next to Plasmabolt. That stupid fuckin’ bug of a hero, here to steal my Simon. He’s not supposed to love anyone else, he's supposed to love me. Me and only me. Only I can hold his hand, only I can have intercourse with him, only I should be able to talk to him.

She needs to go.

I waited until they parted their way until I could follow her home. There's been a change in plans, you see? Plasmabolt wants to be with Gazerbeam? Oh, she can want him, she can't have him. She will never have him.

I follow her all the way back to her apartment, keeping my distance to make sure that I don't seem suspicious. I make sure to make a mental note of which door she went to and I head back home. I hate killing dames , I really do hate it. Unfortunately some don’t seem to know their place. Those are the dames who deserve to be torn apart.

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I let a little chuckle escape my lips as I make my way up to her door. The outfit I’m wearing is so damn hot but I can't go back and change now. It’s the dead of night, 2:54 am to be exact. It’s on me for getting the thickest gloves and mask I could. She thinks she can take my man? Well she shouldn't second guess me taking her life then, eh?

There was a moment of silence between picking the lock and carefully opening the door. I quietly make my way to her room, scanning my surroundings to make sure she's not up and creeping about. I make my way to every room until I finally make it to hers. I opened the door, only to see her awake and doing her hair.

FUCK

I can’t do anything but stand there. My body won't let me move so I watch as Plasmabolt turns around and opens her mouth to scream. Before she can get a single sound out, I launch myself at her and hold my hand over her mouth. I have her at complete vulnerability. I can’t fuck this up.

I hold her onto the ground as I knee her chest with all of my weight, her ribs popping and cracking as I do so. I hear her screams start to turn into gurgles. Her broken ribs are poking into her lungs no doubt. I hate it, but I can’t stop myself. I love seeing the fear in her eyes as I drain her life away from her. She deserved this.

I get up and see her laying there on the ground, disheveled to hell. Her bones are poking out of her chest and blood fills her mouth, preventing any air from getting to her lungs. I can’t let this be the end of her punishment though. She needs to feel the utter agony of losing her limbs, the same limbs that she once embraced Gazerbeam.

I grab a knife from the kitchen and float my way back to the room. Plasmabolt still on the floor. She’s trying to move, she's twitching, flailing, trying anything to save herself. I won't let her do that, though. She’s gotta die.

I stomp on her abdomen to get her to stay still and take the knife through her arm. It took a while because of her bones but it was quickly resolved by breaking it. I soon do the same to all of her legs and arms. I finally make it to her head, tracing her entire abdomen with the blade.

“You weren’t ever going to be good enough for him anyways.”

I say as I slice right through her neck, splashing blood all over my gloves. Killing someone like this is new. Yes, I’ve killed many people before, but like this? I never have.

I get up to wash my gloves and get the hell out of here. As I’m about to leave the room, I look at all of her on the floor, in pieces. I can’t help but look at her lifeless eyes.

“I think she looked better with fear in her eyes.”

I whisper to myself as I walk to the bathroom. I’m proud of myself, just one step closer to Simon.

I shut the front door on the way out of the apartment and see that the sun's coming up. Perfect, I spent too much time on her.

I mutter, “He will never be anyone else’s.” as I start flying myself home.

He will be mine.

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Simon POV:

It’s been a few weeks since Plasmabolt seemingly fell off the side of the earth and completely disappeared. She’s always on time, if not early. What if she left the NSA? Did she resign already? No, she couldn’t have, she loved this job too much.

I feel like it's partially my fault. Maybe she left because of the bad joke I cracked that night I saw her? Ugh, I don’t know.

“Hey, Gazer!” Mr. Parr yelled in my direction.

I whipped my head around to Parr’s direction, being met with an envelope. I grabbed it from his hands and flipped it around.

“For my Beamer <3” In big, red letters that stained the front face of the envelope, the address scratched out.

What is this? I thought to myself. Why would anyone send me a letter addressing me as…”Beamer”..?

Wait a fucking second

I ripped open the letter and immediately recognized the handwriting. This was the writing of ex-hero Gamma Jack. Of course, he’s now BioHazard. He reallllyyyyy got creative with that one. I brought the letter up closer to my face, adjusting my glasses so I could read this obviously very thoughtful letter.

Dear Beamer,

I’ve been feeling really down lately and I’ve been thinking about becoming a hero again. All of this villain stuff? Not me. I’d much rather be a wonderful hero that can save dolls and dames, if ya know what I mean. I’d like to meet at the Dive and Jive one on one this Thursday at 5pm. If you’d like to bring backup, that's fine, but I'd prefer it if you didn’t. Too many intimidating people makes me nervous. I’ll pay for whatever you get.

-With the most love
Jackie

Was he fucking insane? He had gone on rampages, killing people, he had stolen thousands of tons worth of uranium, potassium, thorium, radium, radon, and polonium all to charge his powers. Is it worth risking my life just to see an overgrown 5 year old? Yes, 100%, of course.

The truth is, I really care for Jack. I trust him. His early life was rough. Jack didn’t grow up in a happy home, he grew up in a torn house, shattered between male authority and alcoholic mothers. I did feel bad for him, I really did, I just don't understand why he turned to evil. Jack was doing really well, though he tended to stay away from other supers. He made good money, he lived in a nice house, his life was together. More together than mine, that is.

After he left the agency, I noticed how the lights glowed a little less. I noticed there wasn’t the occasional joke cracked that made everyone laugh. His lack of presence made everything seem…dull. I think that might’ve just been the radiation Jack carried, though.

I put Jack's letter in my pocket and darted to the breakroom to grab coffee. I had only gotten 4 hours of sleep last night, too many case files I need to sort through. That's when it hit me…
TODAY IS THURSDAY.

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5:00 pm

I throw on my coat as I walk out of the building, the chilled October air hitting my face the second the doors open. I am very fond of the fall. There’s so many places to go that are cozy and just waiting for me to walk in and cozy up with a good book. But, alas, good ol’ Jack decided on an up-beat diner/bar that always is blaring the same, annoying, popular songs.

I finally make it to the Dive and Jive, noticing Jack wasn’t here yet. Perfect, it gives me the opportunity to pick a table for us. I walk around the diner and spot a nice booth and sit right down into the puffy chair, almost sinking into it. The music is loud, yes, but not as loud as I thought it would be. Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys plays at a moderately rowdy level.

I take a pen out of my pocket and start doodling on a napkin as I wait. That's when I hear the door ring and I look up.

It's Jack.

I haven’t seen him out of costume in months. Would it be bad of me to say that he looked slightly, just ever so slightly, handsome? I’ve never liked anyone, I’ve never even dated!

Why do I feel this way? Why do I feel this way towards a man?

I felt my palms get sweaty and my face start to turn red in embarrassment as Jack walked over to the table. He was sporting his usual shit-eating smile while making sure the toe of his shoe clicked against the ground hard. Jack knows it pisses me off when he does that, it drives me through the roof.

“Hey, Beamer!” Jack greeted me, offering a firm handshake.

I shake his hand and gesture for him to sit across from me. He complies and slides himself into the booth.

“Why do you want to become a hero again all the sudden?” I say in a low tone, making sure no one else hears.

“I missed you, I liked saving people, I miss the glory. Pick your favorite.”

“Goddammit, Tell me your actual reason! Do you know how many issues you have caused for so many people? You have stolen TONS of radioactive materials and killed people. Even if your true intention is to be good again, do you recognize the legal trouble? ‘Ex-hero now Ex-villain’ is not something people want to see representing the safety of the city.” I quietly shouted at Jack, hoping to strike a chord in him.

“Jeus, Beamer, you have that planned out or what?”

Oh my god.

“If you’re not going to be serious, I’ll leave. I only came here out of pity to hear you out.”

“Okay, okay. The truth is…” Jack bites back his tongue, looking like he’s about to vomit everywhere.

“The truth is that I really miss you and I-”

Miss me? A few weeks ago he was acting all flirty in a radioactive warehouse and now he misses me?

“You miss me? You miss me so much that you barricade the doors of a warehouse full of radiation, THAT COULD HAVE KILLED ME, to flirt and then you fly away, leaving me passed out on the cold floor?” I cut him off.

“Simon, I’m sorry.” He spits out, grabbing my hand. Flattery will not work this time.

I get up and start to walk away. Jack quickly grabs onto my coat sleeve and tugs, pulling me back a little.

“Simon, please stay. I want to talk this out with you. You want a drink?” He begs.

Well who am I to turn down a free drink? I sit back down in the booth, taking off my coat this time.

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Yeah, “just one drink,” turned into multiple. Many different drinks that were paid for at Jack’s expense. I mean, it’s the least he could do after accidentally making him pass out.

“Oh, Simon, you need to go home.”

“Shhhhhh, I’m having fun, Jackie.”

“Yeah but this “fun” can continue in the safety of your own home.”

“I like talking to you, though.” I say through elongated words and a yawn.

“Well maybe I can stay for a bit.” Jack coos at me.

I didn’t mind him taking me home, we were having a good time anyways. Overall, Jack seemed happy to see me, no evil intent at all. Something about him in this warm diner lighting is doing something to Jack. It was 100% making him more attractive. This isn’t fair. Why do girls have the right to swoon over Jack but I don't? I want Jack to be with me and I want it to be socially acceptable to hold his hand or give him pecks on the cheek. Jack breaks me out of my thoughts by tilting my head up, leveling mine with his.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks.

I nod and we both get up from our seats, the sudden movement making me dizzy. Jack notices and holds me upright while I put on my jacket. Something about the way his hands were placed on my waist made me feel a jolt of warmth. I liked it. It was new, it was different. I wanted to feel this way forever.

“You got your jacket on, Beamer?”

“Yes!” I say, still jolted up from that volt of heat through my body. Whatever it was, I didn't want it to leave.

Jackie led me out onto the sidewalk and held my hand to help me keep some sort of balance. We walked mostly in comfortable silence with the occasional one-liner Jack would announce like he was a news reporter. I’m half convinced that he is one with how well he does the voice.

Nearing the end of the walk, we go over a small bridge over a creek. I look at Jack, only to find his eyes meeting mine. The shine of his eyes with a small green glow crackled in the dark, making a small glow-light from his eyes. I look at his nose, his hair, his cheeks, It's all so perfect on him. He is perfect. The moon’s light illuminates the creek water, causing a faint glow on the ground. I inch closer to Jack, reaching my hands up to cup his face. He was gorgeous. I leaned in and placed my lips on his.

What was I thinking? He’s not gay! Oh my God, he’s gonna kill me

My thoughts quickly get cut short as I feel Jack pull me closer and kiss me back.

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Jack and I rushed through the door, struggling to take off our belts and pants, exchanging kisses between fast, drunk gasps and taking off clothes. I finally get my clothes off and I push Jack onto the bed, rapidly kissing him, making sure he felt affection. I want him to feel good. I want this.

I crane my neck down and begin to kiss and bite Jack's neck, his moaning indicating he wanted more. I bite harder, I kiss with more pressure, I press my tongue down on the bruises I leave trailed down to his collarbone. He looks so fuckin' gorgeous like this. I want him-no. I need him to be mine. I need Jack to be like this forever, for me. Was this the feeling I was getting in my stomach? Was it the admiration and obsession making me like this? Was the heat that pulsed through my body just an hour prior a gut feeling or an invisible string tethered to my stomach? I don't care, I know what I want right now.

I lower myself between Jack's legs, kissing his thighs and waiting for him to give the okay.

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My eyes flutter open as the sun shines through the curtains as if it were saying, "GET YOUR ASS UP! YOU ARE LATE SIMON!" I shoot up, looking at the clock and realizing I am super fucking late. I Get out of bed, immediately crashing onto the floor.

"Oh, yeah...last night" I mutter to myself, glancing over at the bed where Jack laid.

I put a robe on the bed for him and sloppily wrote a note saying he can shower and pick out an outfit from my closet as long as he brings it back. Easy enough instructions. I hear a phone ring and my heart drops. I prepare for the worst as I make my way to the phone sluggishly limping.

"Hello, Is this Gazerbeam?" a voice asked through the phone.

"Uh..yes, Why? Is something wrong? Look, I'm sorry I'm late its just-" I was cut off quick by the man on the other end say my name.

"Simon, Plasmabolt is dead." The voice said, stern and cold.

My heart dropped, my arms went cold, I wouldn't move.

"She was found in her apartment, mangled and cut apart." He continued, "I'll spare you the gore but NSA has only called in a small group of supers today, ones that weren't as close to her. You have the next two to three days off depending on how everything rolls over." The man hung up, obviously needing to call multiple other supers and break the news.
I collapsed onto the floor, staring off for a while. This had to be a joke, right? There's no way this was real, she was strong. How did she not save herself?

Jack walked into the room with a robe on and immediately spotted me on the floor spacing out.

"Simon? Simon! What happened? Are you okay?" Jack asks, rushing over and helping me up.

"Plasmabolt is dead."

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Gamma Jack POV:

I stared at Simon for a second before breaking the silence

“What?” I say, biting my tongue to keep me from spilling everything I’ve done.

What have I done? What am I doing? Is this wrong? I think to myself as I mess with my fingers, quickly shoving those thoughts away. I was right for killing Plasmabolt, she was trying to steal Simon away from me, I just know it. I hate her for that. She deserves worse than that.

“Are you okay, Jack?”

“I should’ve melted her when I had the chance” I mutter, not realizing I said it out loud.

Shit

Simon looks at me, wide eyes with a terrified expression etched across his face. I immediately wanted to go back and not say anything at all, now I’m fucked if he gets out and tells everyone. I can’t let it happen.

“Jack..what the fuck? What did you do to Plasmabolt? Did you kill her?” Simon shouts with anger and despair leaking into his words.

I stay silent.

“Jackon, tell me what the hell you did!-”

“Because I love you!” I cut him off.

“I can’t stand seeing you with anyone else,” I continue, “I saw the way she acted towards you, Simon! She wanted you. I couldn’t let that happen, not to you. We haven’t reacted much in a long while but you don't understand. You don’t understand how fucking infatuated I am by you, do you?”

I inch closer to Simon, grabbing his shoulders firmly to keep him from darting away.

“Simon, I want you, I need you. I need you to be fused with me so we can be together everywhere we go. Simon, the reason why I wanted to become a hero again was because I wanted to be with you more. No, I wanted to follow you more. I want to watch your every move, your every breath, your every reaction. I want to watch you.”

I was spilling my guts, every word striking Simon like a bullet. He looked horrified, like he was going to pass out. Simon, the same man that was moaning my name just last night, was now teary-eyed and terrified. I couldn’t help myself, I kept talking.
“I killed her, so what? No one else deserves you more than I. I can’t bring myself to let you go off with someone else. I won’t let it happen.” I say, pushing down more on poor Simon’s shoulders.

“Jack…I-I cant…I can’t do this. I can’t fucking do this!” Simon screams out, “How am I so stupid? I knew there had to be a catch to everything you’ve done. I cannot believe I let you see me at my most vulnerable. I can’t believe I let you touch me! Get out of my fucking house!”

What!? He wants me to leave? No….no! I won’t, not without him. Everything I’ve done has been for him and now he’s gonna kick me out? He doesn't want me anymore? I look back at Simon, a slight green glow crackles in my eye. I grab him by the neck and slam him against the wall, my grip firm.

“I would do anything for you, baby, don't ignore it. I just want you!” I bark at him, squeezing his neck tighter.

I watch his eyes and body shake while he struggles in my hands. The fear in his eyes is exhilarating, it almost turns me on. I look for some sort of excitement on his face, but I’m only met with pure, utter dread and dismay. I felt the life rush into my eyes as I watched the life drain from Simons.

In Simon’s last breaths, I bring my lips to his, kissing his life away while being his last memory. His flailing comes to a slow and eventually ends with Simon’s head completely purple. I drop him to the floor and stare at him.

He’s really…dead…

If he didn’t want me, he isn’t allowed to want anyone else, he wasn't allowed to like anyone else. He’s completely mine now…all…mine. I continue to stare at the, now dead, Simon Paladino. His body is limp, out of order, ready to be mine.

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Months later
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I pick up Simon from his usual chair, skin cracking and sinking into him, turning grey and letting off a foul odor. I take his hand and interlock it with mine, feeling the bones pop in his bony fingers. I waddle my way to the record player and start up some jazz music to dance to. I kiss his crackling lips and hold him close. As the music plays, I dance with Simon to the flow and elegance of the song, embracing him as I do so. For someone who’s been dead and missing for months, Simon is still fresh. Under the care of me, he will stay this way for a long time. I will clean him, I’ll bathe him. I will feed and water him. He’s okay. He’s with me forever now, I couldn’t be any more happy.

Something is missing. Something…strong, something intimate. I ponder for a moment, taking a break from Simon and I’s dance. What can I do to make this better? That's when it dawns on me. I hear my stomach gurgle just out of excitement. I carefully place Simon down on the couch, making sure he doesn't fall apart. I dart to the kitchen and turn the stove on.

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Dinner was made. I sit at the table alone for the first time in months, reaching for the salt and pepper that stand juxtaposed against a napkin holder. I light a candle and start the music again, a bit quieter this time to make the mood more sensual. I take a deep breath and glide my knife right through the flesh of Simon’s arm. I bring my fork to the chunk I had just cut off and pierce it, making a slight squelch noise. I raise the fork to my mouth and place the flesh onto my tongue, the flavors instantly hitting me in the most amazing way.

I can’t even describe how amazing it is. It tastes like pork but slightly more bitter, stronger, than pork normally does. At some points it's chewy but the euphoria from the tender bits outweighs the chewiness. It’s almost impossible to ignore my excitement about this. Something here arouses me in a way nothing has before. I felt my pants tighten at the mere thought of what I was doing.

Jesus Christ, If he wasn’t dead I’d be on my knees for him

After my delicious meal, I take the rest of Simon out of my freezer and set him on the couch. I sit down beside him, positioning him to lay his head on my shoulder while we watch T.V. I turn on the news, only to be greeted by the same headlines I’ve seen for weeks now.

“HERO GAZERBEAM:MISSING” “WHERE IS GAZERBEAM NOW?”

“Awgh, baby, they’re talking about you!” I say as I point to the T.V.

Simon’s dried eyes stare blankly at the screen, not taking in anything at all. His life was gone, it’s been damn near 3 months since Simon went “missing”. All he is now is my eternal husband. I have his flesh and blood inside of me, he belongs to me. I can hardly take it, everything about Simon makes me ravenous. I can’t control this feeling, this urge.

I want more of him.

I take off his clothing, throwing it onto the ground. I sink my teeth into his collarbone, biting off a massive chunk of his skin and muscle. I chew like a starved wolf to a baby pig. No one could ever be this close to Simon, he was mine, I am fusing myself with him. We have to be together. We have to be one.

I take another bite, this time reaching for his neck. What was left of his blood dripped out slow, staining Simon’s skin a deep crimson red. I needed this, I needed to be this close to him, needed to be one with him, needed to eat him. I continue for hours, chewing off his skin and muscle while the news played in the background.

I soon finish my huge meal and step back from the place Simon’s body once sat. What was once a corpse has turned into bones with some strings of flesh still hanging off. It was done, Simon IS me. I am Simon. We… we are one.

Maybe it was my radiation overdoing it with how exhilarated I was, maybe it was the fact I ate Simon’s brain, no matter what it was, I stopped breathing. I couldn’t breathe. I heaved, begging for air to come into my lungs. To my utter dismay, I couldn’t grasp the air around me. The radiation I was exerting was wearing me out, making me weaker. I couldn’t breathe.

I lay on the floor, gasping for air, radiation flowing out of me like a waterfall. I start to lose my vision, my limbs go numb one-by-one. It hits me then,

“Oh, haha, I’m dying.”

I let out a defeated, manic laugh. I was going to die, I was really going to die. I watched the swirls of black come over my eyes, it seemed as if they were here to say, “Go to bed, Jack. You’ve been good.”

I grinned ear to ear. One last laugh made it past my lips and sat in the air for a moment.

“See you soon, Beamer.”