They raced forward, Sam stumbling under Darkside’s weight. A shout came from behind them as the guards caught up. Thirty feet. Twenty. Ten.

Sam cried out as an explosion of pain blossomed from his left shoulder. He stumbled, another explosion of pain opening up through his stomach. He tripped, falling forward to the ground. Darkside landed a few feet ahead of him, the jolt seeming to be enough to shock him out of his daze. Another bullet flew over their heads. Sam touched his stomach, then lifted it to his eyes to see the red stain. He locked eyes with Darkside, feeling the blood already oozing out of his mouth.

“Run!” He yelled.

Darkside glanced at him, then towards the guards, and pushed himself off the ground, crossing the ten feet to the wall in ease. He ran straight through it like it was made of air, and Sam was struck once again by how powerful his ability, whatever it may be, was. There wasn’t an Enhanced like him. Were all the Enhanceds that lived their lives out in pods that powerful? If so, he wasn’t surprised the Control had locked them up. It did, however, make him wonder what exactly his contacts had wanted with him.

I admit, it's been awhile.

Life goes on, and occasionally

Pleasures are often overlooked

As is the certain case of Prose.

I did not mean

To abandon my writing

Nor this application

But life goes on

And things happen.

But I am happy to say

That I am

Determined to return.

I've been away again.

Was in the ER Friday morning.

A new medication.

Chest pains

Went and called

911

Medics came,

Said you look good;

But go all the same.

After several tests

A decision was made.

Nothing wrong with your heart;

Probably a muscular or skeleton

Issue.

But they weren't sure,

Just like they weren't sure if it was a side effect of

The new medication.

The joys of two autoimmune

Diseases.

Is it just me,

Or does it seem

That everything is

Falling apart?

Nothing is going right

Everything is turning

Upside down

This insanity

Should be an impossibility.

But look at the times

That are coming about now

With nothing going right,

It just seems like

Everything is

Falling apart.

It's been awhile, hasn't it?

Gone away, with no words

to say

Nothing so much as an explanation

Just a hope of eventual transformation.

Been gone for awhile now,

Busy here and there

With things to do and people to meet,

It's good to be at home

With Prose once more.

When you hear your mother cry

It makes you want to die

Knowing you don't know the reason

Just hearing the sobs

Behind the wall

We may get in fights

But love is love

And I do love her

So when she cries

I always wonder why

And hope I can try

To make her smile.

World peace

No pain

For my medical issues to disappear

For my family to be happy

The Doctor to be real

To meet Sherlock Holmes

To publish a novel

To travel anywhere in the world

To travel through time

To be famous.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats

Death by my side.

We walk down that aisle

Between mourners

And those select others.

Tears wet the ground

Where no trees will ever

Thrive or grow.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats

With nothing on my mind

I loved my life

So full of lies

Now it's time to

Lay down and die

Death grabs my hand

And whispers softly:

'Follow me.'

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats

Death's associate is what I am

Helping others to leave

And those who are just

Passing by.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats.