He stared up at the ceiling of his coffin. There were bricks on his chest. No wonder it was so hard to get up. He closed his eyes some more.
Darkness. Comforting and stable.
He opened his eyes and with a summon of strength, removed the quilt from his body. Sitting up on his bed, he looked past the dingy walls of his room and peered into the mirror ahead. They called him Wolverine. A nickname coined because of his hair, beard and a largely serious demeanour.
He stared at the image in the mirror. Lately, the scars had stopped healing. Must be the cold ... He looked at his knuckles. The holes where the claws had retracted, still visible ...
He went and stood in front of the mirror and folded his arms to his chest, with his knuckles facing inwards. His claws shot out. Followed by blood. He retracted.
There was pain, but what was more profound, and even enjoyable was the adrenaline. The strong rush of adrenaline. He observed as his body washed out all other thoughts from his head, focussing on the damage. He relaxed himself, and calmly watched his body heal up the wound.
Wolverine posessed super-healing abilities, he thought, as he again studied his reflection, whole and undamaged.
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Did I ever tell you that my nickname in Kota was Wolverine?
Darkness. Comforting and stable.
He opened his eyes and with a summon of strength, removed the quilt from his body. Sitting up on his bed, he looked past the dingy walls of his room and peered into the mirror ahead. They called him Wolverine. A nickname coined because of his hair, beard and a largely serious demeanour.
He stared at the image in the mirror. Lately, the scars had stopped healing. Must be the cold ... He looked at his knuckles. The holes where the claws had retracted, still visible ...
He went and stood in front of the mirror and folded his arms to his chest, with his knuckles facing inwards. His claws shot out. Followed by blood. He retracted.
There was pain, but what was more profound, and even enjoyable was the adrenaline. The strong rush of adrenaline. He observed as his body washed out all other thoughts from his head, focussing on the damage. He relaxed himself, and calmly watched his body heal up the wound.
Wolverine posessed super-healing abilities, he thought, as he again studied his reflection, whole and undamaged.
Did I ever tell you that my nickname in Kota was Wolverine?
Comments
Don't tell me you have a beard and a largely serious demeanour. Especially not the latter. =P
You should read some of my Kota posts. :P
Going by the behaviour, its a pretty viable theory. :P
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You removed that post on English? :O
Actually, I just postponed the posting time.
But i think I'll just post it now. :P
@ Raveena: I didn't get you!! prefer what to be the unpredictable?