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OK, so... hmm, how should I start explaining this. OK, this is no joke. For my Health class at school, as a last sort of project thing, we had to make a 6 page paper about anything health related. I decided to do infection. Stupid me, after not even a page of all the information I could find on the subject, I realized this was impossible. So, I did what one of my classmates did, created a narrative... You should also know that there are only 2 other people in my Health class, literally. Well, there's the back story behind this ridiculous... thing I've done.
I basically wrote about the beginning of a super hero. I realized that I was pretty much using a lot of stuff from things like Spiderman, but I honestly don't care. There, if anyone asks, that's a citation. Fair warning, this totally typed up was a bit over 7 pages double spaced. Too long to read, whatever. This is likely my most idiotic bit of narrative I've ever made. Well, here it is. Please look past the incredible cheesy/corny bits of it...
Tales From Darkly Lit Times
Rise of Rilate’s Hero
Chapter 1 – The Infection
An infection is the harmful colonization of a host organism by a foreign, usually micro, species. In an infection, the infecting organism tries to use the host’s body to multiply, often times at the cost of the host. The infecting organism is called a pathogen, which is just a term for a germ or infectious agent. A pathogen is usually seen as a microscopic organism, but it can also be defined to include feces, parasites, fungi, viruses, prions, and viroids. It inhibits normal bodily functions and can lead to chronic wounds, gangrene, loss of an infected limb, and possibly death. A host’s reaction to infection is inflammation. A symbiotic relationship between a parasite and host in which the relationship is beneficial to the parasite but harmful to the host is categorized as parasitism.
The symptoms of a bacterial infection are localized redness, heat, swelling, and pain. An infection that produces puss is always bacterial. Viral infections are systemic and affect many different parts of the body or more than one body system at the same time…
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It seemed to just be another ordinary day for Brian Belton. The bank seemed so peaceful that day. So normal and routine was everything…
“Hey, Brian.”
“Hey, Jeff.”
“Looks like it’s going to be a nice day today.”
The two clerks greeted each other as they did everyday when they came to work. Little did either of them know that the day was going to be like nothing they had ever expected. When it happened, neither knew what to do at all.
“Make ready the gunmen!” an unseen man with an accent belted as a large 16-wheeled truck stopped right in front of the bank. “Halt!” Pedestrians standing near the site were dumbstruck and curious. “Fire at will!” The side of the truck facing the bank dropped down and an enormous cannon fired a frenzy of cannonballs and grape shots. The entire front side of the bank exploded as debris and glass shattered everywhere. Nobody knew what was happening, but clamored to get to safety. “Yargh! Forward assault, men!” Suddenly dozens of armed men ran out of the truck and into the bank.
“What the Hell is happening, Jeff!”
“I don’t know! I think we’re being attacked… by… BY PIRATES!?” A bizarre man wearing raggedy 18th century clothing and holding a glowing musket stood over the two clerks.
“Grr, where’s the vault, little beetles?” The pirate was wearing an eye patch and his belt was littered with pistols, knives, and stakes, all glowing a strange purple color.
“You calling us beetles?” shouted Brian.
“It’s-it’s right over there!” Jeff pointed towards a large steel door with a wheel handle and code pad.
“Over there, boys! Come on then, get the cannon armed and aimed!”
In few seconds, the cannon fired another shot and the entire vault door was thrust into the vault.
“No! You can’t take any of that!” Brian jumped towards the pirate, but the pirate immediately turned around, whipped out his glowing knife and took a swing at Brian.
“Ahhhhh!” Brian’s right hand was cut. The pain was immeasurable for him. It felt like a cup of acid had been poured onto his hand. The pirate then fiercely kicked Brian into a desk and he passed out. Brian’s hand dropped onto a spilled pool of ink on the ground.
“Brian! Brian! No! Wake up, Brian! Arg-gh-gh…” Jeff looked up at the madness before him. “I never thought something like this would ever happen in Trenton...”
Brian awoke at his small apartment on the seventh floor. He noticed that his hand and head were bandaged and he had terrible aches all over his body.
“Hey, buddy, finally awake? You’ve been out for over a day.”
“I got… hurt?”
“Yeah, back at the bank. The, umm… the pirate attack. One of them cut your hand with a freaky knife and I think it got really infected. I put a ton of disinfectant on it, but it’s still really red, take a look.” Brian pulled some of the bandage off his hand. He saw a very strange red mass of sore, puffy skin.
“Gah, that’s pretty grimy.” He put the bandage back on and then tried to get up, “Ungfh!” Brian settled back down into his bed.
“Yeah, you should probably lie down for a while.” Jeff walked into the next room. Brian pulled back the bandage on his hand again. He noticed an inflamed red line going out for about two inches along his wrist.
“Hey, Jeff, you think I should see a doctor about this infection?” Brian shouted into the next room.
“Nah, the paramedics said you’d be fine! You just need some more meds.” Jeff shouted back. “And you should know...” Jeff hesitated for a few seconds, “everyone else who got hurt by the pirates’ weapons didn’t survive… you were the only one.”
“What!? How-how many?”
Jeff paused, perturbed, for a moment before he entered the room and said morosely, “Twenty.” Brian just sat there shocked.
About a day later, Brian was walking out on the roof of his apartment building and didn’t need to pull back the bandage to see that the red line had extended about another two inches along his forearm. I wonder if this is something fatal.
Suddenly, a giant blue mass jumped down onto the roof. Brian looked at him in astonishment. It was another strange man, dressed in an old, blue 18th century tunic and clothes. He was wearing a tricorne and had a blue-glowing bow and arrows.
“I see you were able to survive the Ghalpilate attack. I suppose it’s because of that infection you got. You never know what’s swimming around in those ink bottles. Nasty stuff it is.” His accent was similar to the pirates’, but much more refined.
“Who… who are you!?”
“Doesn’t matter. What does matter is that since you’re alive, you’re going to have to make a choice. Either bathe in a tub of water and vinegar to kill the infection for good, or allow the infection to spread throughout your body. Once that inflamed line reaches your heart, you won’t die, but it will quickly spread the infection causing a lot of your DNA to mutate. When that happens, you can bathe in as much vinegar as you want, it won’t go away. I bet you’re thinking, ‘why wouldn’t I die if this hit my heart?’ Well, that’s because that stuff making the pirate’s dagger glow was a radioactive element from another world, my world and their world. I don’t know what was in that ink that went up your body, but it saved your life. Oh, and I suppose you should know, you’ll start experiencing some strange things in the next few days. That is, if you don’t take that bath. Well, I should really get going. I know, you probably have a hundred questions for me, but they will have to wait. They will be answered in due time, well, if you let the powers come…”
“Wait! I want to know-” The man quickly jumped away onto another roof and then down into an alley-way. Brian thought about running to look down at where he was going, but decided to leave him alone. He just stood there musing about his week, why this was happening, where this world of the pirates’ and strange man was, how he survived the bank attack, and then he got this irritable itch on his right arm.
That night, Brian picked up his cup of coffee and sat on his couch to watch a baseball game on his television. A few minutes later, without noticing, he picked his cup with his right hand and felt something strange on the cup. He looked at it to see ink all over the handle and his hand. The ink was very hot and started to burn through the cup handle like acid, but his skin remained the way it was, no damage. Brian was confused beyond reason and ripped off his bandage in panic. Right on his palm, ink was seeping out. It was the place he was cut and infected. Brian did not realize that when his hand fell in that pool of ink, a good quart of ink traveled up his arm and into his blood stream.
“Oh my God! What is going on!?” Brian grabbed a cloth and started tying it around his arm. He was able to stop the acidic ink flow. The next day Brian visited a friend at his tech lab. He noticed another few inches were visible with the red line on his arm. The door opened and there was a man wearing strange glasses and a lab coat. His hair was short and uncombed. He was wearing blue gloves and his belt was lined with little gadgets, devices, and containers.
“Hey there, Magnus.”
“Oh, Brian, what’s up?”
“I need to show you something.” The next hour was spent in explanation about everything that had happened to Brian. Afterwards, Brian took off the cloth on his arm and showed Magnus exactly what the ink in his body could do. Brian learned before that he was also able to expel his ink at high velocities by just focusing his mind to do it.
“I’ve never seen anything like this, Brian. It’s truly fascinating.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, and sorry about your wall. I came here wondering if you could help me control this stuff. Everything I put on the wound gets melted down by the ink. I know you probably have a lot more questions for me, but they’ll have to wait.”
“Hmm, you know, a few years ago I worked in a lab that was working with strong alloys. That acidic ink probably won’t be able to burn through it.”
“Great, where is it?” Brian looked hopeful.
“What!? You mean you want me to just get some!? Are you crazy? That stuff is classified material. I can’t just waltz on over and grab some!” Magnus looked anxious.
“Well… You don’t have any here?”
“What?… Oh, yeah, I do. Hold on a second.” Magnus ran into a back room and searched around for about ten minutes. Afterwards, he finally came out with a large piece of blue metal, “Here it is!”
“Awesome, now let’s get to work.” Brian and Magnus spent the rest of the day working on the metal, working on a way to fit it on Brian’s hand and control the ink flow. The first test proved Magnus’ theory correct; the metal could not be melted or burned by the acidic ink. Brian mostly just watched as Magnus configured the alloy’s shape and size. He wanted to figure out the right arrangement to be secured on his friend’s hand. It took until late that night until Magnus was finished. Brian saw it was done and walked over. The piece was of an ovular and thin cog-like shape, and the middle of it was designed to only open when Brian was using his high velocity strike. Magnus explained that he put a chip inside programmed to only react to that and not the normal, slow flow.
“You should also know. I can’t properly put this on your hand without preventing anything from leaking. The only sure-fire way to place it on is to…”
“What? Is to what?”
“Is to seal it into your hand, not just on it, to create and air-tight seal. I’d have to surgically implant it in a way.”
“Hmm… OK, do it.”
“What!? Are you sure? I would be drilling a few holes into your hand.”
“That’s OK. Just do it. You have some anesthetics, right?”
“OK, then, let’s do it.” The surgery was quick and painless for Brian. He wanted to do anything to stop the ink from randomly flowing out to burn everything. They tested the new attachment on the wall again, and it worked perfectly.
“Thanks, Magnus, I owe you.”
“Yeah, you do. That alloy costs a lot of money. Just do me a favor and do some good with that stuff. I know you’re a good guy, and after I heard about that bank attack, I got pretty worried about our quiet little city.”
In the morning, Brian showed Jeff what he received the night before.
“So are you sure the ink won’t just splurge out and completely melt everything?”
“Yeah, I’m positive, Jeff. There’s nothing to worry about.”
A few hours later, Brian was on his roof again. I think I understand why that blue-clothed guy told me all of that. I need to use this power to bring those pirates, rather, Ghalpilates, to justice. Hopefully, I’ll be able to learn more about this. In time.
End of Chapter 1
If I honestly feel like it, I may just continue this... maybe.
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