A Hero in Need

There comes a time in every hero’s journey where they get captured and experimented on until death were preferable.

Or maybe that’s just my experience.

Name is Jake, and once upon a time ago, I could have the exact tool for whatever I needed. I considered it luck. Need a screwdriver? Ole Jake will reach his hand into this here drawer and lo and behold, here is the screwdriver you need.

It was always moment specific, and I never disappointed.

I went from screwdriver to eventually, helping the local cops. Don’t help cops. It’s the one thing I wish I had known. I went from helper to being a tried and convicted serial killer.

“Nobody just knows where the murder weapon is.”

This haunts me now, because oh, how I tried to show them what I could do. It never helped my state of incarceration, just how they incarcerated me.

What I need now is freedom, but as I feel my power coalesce and attempt to give me exactly what I need to make freedom a reality, the cell around me builds a charge of static electricity and I know I am about to get fried.

And I do, and like Pavlov’s dog, I know any thought non-mission specific gets me tossed to the floor dancing like a cockroach on fire. So I return to needing the schematics to a ship capable of speeds beyond light.

“God,” I beg. “Please give me the schematics to a ship that can go faster than light. Please.”

But I know it will never come, because it isn’t possible. And I wish to die and feel the static build-up yet again.

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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