The feeling of regeneration, you know it feels weird. You'd see it in comics and cartoons but have you ever experienced what its like getting stabbed? Then being mended? It's like getting stiches, the wound welding itself shut right before my very eyes. The man in front of me lost in what had happened. He saw it to, everyone else around me did to. I healed, something that should've killed me, something that would've sent someone to somewhere beyond, was only a brief moment of agony.

He holds his blade firmly, looking onward at me. He's skeptical, yet above all else he's afraid. He shouldn't be though, I have no idea how to fight. But it's better to try. It's not like I can die, Right? I lunge in, the man leans on his back foot, afraid of what I might do bracing himself by guarding his face. Perfect! I'm on the offense! Or that's what I thought, I punch into the mans pudge of a belly it felt like a giant squishy pillow. Oh I don't have strength. The man reflectively scared just seconds ago looks down watching as my punch only give a slight bruise to his stomach. "Oh, you're one weak ass kid," The grin on his face widens, missing teeth, a bald spot and some acne covering his cheeks. This dude is disgusting. Well, I didn't get much time to bask in that ugliness because in a few seconds I feel a fist connect with with my cheek. This dude hits like a fucking truck! Only to be met with being lifted up above the ground. "Well you a freak show, but no one survives a slam into the pavement," And CRACK! I'm slammed head first right into the pavement, my neck from what it felt like in the moment snapping on impact the sound made vibrating throughout the park. I could hear a brief scream from the girl behind me.

I don't give in though, a similar steam forms around my neck eventually fixing it right back in place. The would be fatal wound having ended up being completely fixed, my eyes widen as I can hear my pulse through my own ears. Adrenaline, I quickly roll on my side springing upwards as I wipe my mouth. "C'mon piggy, that's the best you got?" I blurt out through my now really scuffed voice.

"Oh so you're a real supahero aintcha? It don't matter though, you're weak as shit I'll just keep beating you until you die for real this time," He seemed to have put his knife away. He's cocky. I put my hands up, the blood stained pavement really doesn't suit this park. All I can do is fight.....The fuck? Why am I fighting this guy? Can't I just run away?

"FREEZE! GET ON THE GROUND!" My thoughts where interrupted halfway, a police officer had arrived on scene with the man I had helped previously right beside him. Armed with a firearm the Officer moved in. The fat man looks like he grits his teeth. He's probably to slow to run faster than a firearm, so he puts his hands in the air eventually getting on the ground. My ears ring. I look around, there was a slew of bystanders around the area. Seems like the siren got their attention. I breathe heavily, only to feel my wrist be firmly wrapped by another hand as I'm dragged away from the park.

I don't really remember how I got here but I'm currently on the curbside of a convenience store. I place my hand over my forehead as I couldn't help but feel a really bad migraine. Looks like the Adrenaline wore off.

"Hellooooo! Earth to ghost guy!" This voice, this annoying ass girls voice echoes through my ear. Ringing like a chime bell, god is there a mute button on this bitch? I turn my head over to the side the noise came from and there she is, staring at me in awe. "Ah finally! Jesus, you kept asking to take a break so I decided to sit you down here, and it took like 5 minutes but now you're finally awake. Which is good! I have so many questions," She's so jittery. Did she not just see me get my neck slam dunked into pavement and stabbed? Not only once but twice? "I have the exact same questions for myself," I reply. Damn this migraine is really a pain in the ass, she doesn't seem to listen to me though she's quick to move onto her questions. "So, are you real?" I pause almost dumbfounded? Is she even human? What type of robotic ass questionnaire is this? "Well duh, i'm pretty sure other people also saw me get my neck broken," She pauses, looking at me briefly, at my now hole riddled shirt and then my face. I definitely look like a junky right now don't I? "Who are you?" She seemed to have a mixed expression, one of hope and yet I still feel like she fears me. I would fear myself to though, I see someone get three death like experiences and be sitting right next to them, almost like nothing had happened.

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I wonder if I was her would I feel the same? Would I have even wanted to be near them? Humans are supposed to be frail, weak and die after something like a stab. My story was supposed to end there wasn't it? She was there to witness what was supposed to be an end to someone else book, and yet he sits here with a headache.

"I'm Olly, you?" She pauses, grabbing her chest seeming to look like a weight has been lifted off her shoulder. "Cassandra? I guess, you don't get to call me my nickname since well-" I cut her off "I'll just call you Cassandra....Do you have water?"

She seems pleased, pulling out from her pocket one of those mini water bottles you only ever see those super rich posh white girls own in abundance. I grab it taking a brief moment to glance at her and the bottle. "Are you serious?" She seems confused, "What? Do you drink sparkling water?" I just shake my head deciding it's better to not critique this girl for showing some kindness I drink the entire thing in roughly 2 seconds. Seriously, who the hell ever considers buying these? Getting up I dust myself off looking down at my slightly bloodstained and now ripped up shirt. Cassandra looks at me. "Hey uhm, thanks for the water, but I'm going to go home now alright?" I begin walking, only to hear footsteps come along right beside me. "Well, if that's the case then why not walk and talk? They say talking with others helps ease your mind!" I turn back at her. Is she dumb? She's fuckin hot but definitely not all there. At least I think so, she's sweet though so I guess it'd be alright to be around her.

I open the door to my apartment, I had a pretty decent walk home. It was a good 50 minute walk Cassandra is actually pretty cool. We talked about the events and turns out the dude who stole from her ended up dropping the bag and had somehow climbed up to the rooftop? I didn't really believe it, but honestly it's more believable than me getting stabbed a whole bunch and waking up like nothing happened. She's pretty smart to, I judged her to quick, I ended up getting her socials and to be honest my heart was pounding. She was way out of my league but I definitely enjoyed talking with her even with the weird looks I got walking down the streets. Tired though I rub on my eyes and approach my bed. I stare at it, a sense of longing coming afoot. That feeling, I can't help it.

What is it called? Was it a sense of heroics knowing I might've done something that day? Was it the feeling that I had been able to hold my ground against someone like that? The Adrenaline, the shit talking, the smirk on my face. It was horrifying but it felt.....So good. It hurt like a bitch though hell my neck is still really sore from that slam, but oddly enough I kind of wanna do it again.

I sit down at the corner side of my bed looking at my posters.

Could I really be like them?

Fight for justice?

Could I be just like Deadman?