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They say: “If I think, then I exist”, but it seems to me that this is not particularly true. The first thing I felt was pain. Penetrating the whole body, forcing the legs to stretch, and the arms to twist in a spasmodic attack. It was as if I was being devoured by the agony of death, trying to convince me that I was still alive. It was as if the old woman herself whispered death in my ear, “As long as you feel, you exist.” And I believed her, not doubting for a second. For how can one believe otherwise when the whole body burns with pain? How can you resist this primordial feeling, which is inherent in all life on our planet?My own stomach became a hotbed of pain. It was as if a red-hot rod had been thrust into it and twisted from side to side, sometimes allowing it to be pulled out and driven back into the wound again. My eyes see nothing, I spin in the dark. Hands and feet do not obey me. I'm scared. Tears run down the cheeks. I would have been ready to scream, to beg for mercy, to
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The rapist comes up to me and is already swinging for a blow, as someone's arms are wrapped around his neck from behind. A short crunch of a breaking neck and that's it, it falls to the ground like a bag of potatoes, dropping an iron rod, which rolled back to the feet of the person who saved me.- How are you girl? an excited voice rang out.In front of me stood a short woman dressed in shabby clothes, not the first freshness: torn worn jeans, a darned checkered shirt with some spots and a couple of holes on the stomach, showing pale skin, a sweatshirt with a hood flaunted on top, which was thrown over an old American army jacket . These are usually worn by veterans of Vietnam and other wars who were not lucky enough to be on the street ...Again, memory throws up details that were not in my head. At the same time, not wanting to return all knowledge completely.The woman's face, hidden under the hood, was swarthy and grimy. White greasy short hair was knocked out from under the fabri
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not obey, weaved and strove in every possible way to catch on the toes of old worn sneakers on the unevenness of the asphalt. Cars drove by, drivers honking furiously at me, yelling about my parents and my lack of intelligence, but I didn't care. All their swearing was drowned out by the loud beating of their own hearts. Knock-Knock! It counted every second of delay as I rushed to the entrance to the park, where he stood on the podium."Stop, you freak!" Violetta's voice came from behind me.The cars were still honking to me from all sides, for I brazenly stepped straight across the roadway. Fortunately, only a four-lane road separated me from the park, and the flow of cars was not so fast."Get out of the way, you idiot!" someone shouted after me.Finally, my foot rested on the road curb. The body swayed forward, I lost my balance, collapsing on the footpath, where I just heard the beginning of the speech:“I’m glad that we all gathered today, but it’s a pity that on such a sad occas
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“Tia, you shouldn't have waited for me.And still I was touched by this, it's so nice when you are expected. Even realizing that I am the Great One - the strongest hero on this planet, she worries about me every time.The girl smiled and threw a towel at me with the words:- It's not me, but your child decided not to let me sleep.She stroked her belly with her hand, never taking her eyes off me. I immediately began to dry myself, so as not to anger her. Tia didn't like it when I carried salt water all over the house, which soaked the expensive carpets.The strongest superhero is afraid of his girlfriend, classic.As soon as I finally became dry, the girl clung to my chest and gave me a long, sensual kiss, from which everything inside me spun, and I felt tightness in the groin area. She, noticing this, only mockingly grinned. Still, a witch is a witch, she just needs to do harm, and then disappear.“Hush, honey, don’t get so excited, we have guests,” she whispered in my ear.- Guests?
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Fortune... Huh. One of the local hero-mentors at the academy is very fond of coming up with pretty good names. Randomness is the basis of the power that belonged to this girl, and therefore, now to me. She randomly summons items, and I feel like this ability was worse before. After all, my enhancement has improved its capabilities, and I will need to study them better.Jess Morgan is now the name I will bear while in this body. It's a pity for the girl, I somehow took her place in some unknown way.Glancing again at the thin body of the girl in the reflection of the mirror, I decided to get dressed after all. Pushing a couple of drawers aside and opening the closet door, I froze a little from what I saw inside. There were almost no clothes. Only old frayed sweaters with stretched sleeves and patches, a couple of tattered plaid shirts, blue jeans, and one dress, also had an empty hanger next to him. Looking at her, I immediately realized that there hung the blue dress in which she was
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“You may not like it, but we will need to stick together,” she said in a slightly guilty tone. “We will huddle together in your little apartment.At this point, I raised my eyebrows in surprise. For some reason, everything turned out the way I wanted it to. If she stays with me, then I will have access to the information that is so necessary.- Why?"Do you know why they did this to you?"I shook my head from side to side, I really didn’t know this, and I didn’t even have any guesses. For me, all these events flew by somehow fleetingly and very vaguely, all because of the huge blood loss, the consequences of which I now do not even feel. Still, for me, as a hero with vast experience in fighting evil, experiencing something like spitting into a huge ocean, nothing will change and the ripples from this incident will disappear as quickly as they appeared.“That's the whole trouble, it seems to me... no, I'm sure that you weren't chosen by chance,” Violetta said in a serious tone, “Think
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Is it always this noisy in here?My question was drowned in a cacophony of country music performed in a modern way with an admixture of some tearful pop filled with sad bravado about the injustice of life.Vee, who sat across from me on a semi-circular sofa that surrounded a low lacquered table with a lot of inscriptions and phone numbers carved into it, placed two bottles of beer and a couple of small bowls of peanuts on its surface.She only replied with a short smile, and then pointed to her ears. Her lips moved, saying "I can't hear you because of the damn music" and that's it. On this, our communication ended before it began. Although we didn’t need to communicate much in order to somehow begin to understand each other. At the moment, we have come to this bar filled and soaked with dirt, to wait for those who will convince me of something.All week Vee and I lived in my tiny apartment. They lived together and harmoniously. She helped me settle in, went shopping and cooked until I
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Hearing my question, V thought. She looked around the crowd at the bar, then looked at the guy who had already stopped showing me signs of attention, and then said:- You can even become a villain, the main thing is to do it the way you want, and not the way you should!But if you need to save a person...- So what? Your life is more valuable to you than anyone else. If you want to save someone, do it; if not, don't. Everything is simple.Her words were indeed simple, but they were fundamentally different from my views. The hero must always save people, this is his duty.But I'm not a hero anymore...Do I need to hold on to the past? Maybe you should let him go?Not! You can't do this! I just can't leave things as they are! Let the traitors think they got away with everything. They not only hit me in the back, but it turns out they were holding me for an idiot. They did their business behind my back, and they used me as some kind of chain dog. I was so blind and stupid.But how can I