My flesh buzzing, like fire trying to burst out of my skin. My eyes flashing like mirrored silver. My chest expanding, like every time I breathe I'm sucking in whole clouds.

It feels good man. It feels real good.

It feels so good, I actually let a couple targets slip. I'm not proud of it, but I can get around to them later. I'll carry the guilt of whatever bad things they do forever, but I just can't concentrate. It feels really good. I need it.

My blessings are refined. I'm sharper, stronger, better. My mind is in the air. I know it sounds crazy but I can't say it any other way. There are lots of people who need a good fucking up, but I need more than that now. We need more than that.

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I come into my own. Something is trying to make me remember...something. We did something and it changed me. Blessed me. I have a mission. It's real important. Yeah, it's not entirely there, but I have the shape of things. I already had a big purpose, but it's bigger than I thought. All the bad people who got what they had coming. They needed seeing to, but they were always just a sideshow. Incidental to the main job, if you know what I mean.

The main job is the guys with those things inside. The stuff that I ate. They are the big bad, the masters of all the evil in this world. And I'm going to stop them. I'm going to kill them. And I'm going to eat what's inside.

I walk outside my latest motel room. Take a look around. The blessings take hold and I start to walk. I won't need the car. I'll never need a car again.

A minute later, I feel a half dozen of my troops falling in behind me. I remember them. I don't remember them. Whatever. The task is ahead.

I need it.