I was back home. The sky outside was dark, totally pitch black. The wind rattled against my window as I sat in the complete blackness of my bedroom. I’d turned the TV on just to cover any noise I might make crying out. I had no idea how I’d managed to drag myself back here, get inside, without making any sounds. I’d come all the way from the harbor over on Manhattan Island, and the pain in my stomach, right in the middle, was so sharp that I could barely breathe, let alone speed along with my ULTRA powers. I lay back on my bed and lifted my clothing. My super black clothing I’d spent so much time perfecting the look of. I could feel dampness through my fingers. So damp that it was making my head spin, making me want to throw up. I knew what the dampness was. I knew what caused dampness like that. Blood. No doubt about it. I knew I’d been reckless. I’d jumped down into the middle of one of the dodgy dealings at the harbor, which people talked about all the time because I knew it’d bring some attention my way.
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