For some reason, even though it's like so close to 'O' Levels (Maybe it's the prospect of a month-long holiday to do whatever I want.), I feel like following in Stephen King's footsteps and write something every single day. Man, gotta have respect for that guy. He almost died once and came back because he loved to write so much.

So anyway, I thought I should continue the other stories, since they're pretty much forgotten.

And I've just realised that I've been using the word 'decimated' wrongly all this time. It actually just means 'to be reduced by a tenth'. Not as strong as the word looked, huh?


     There is a long silence. I had to admit, the curiosity was overwhelming, but for some reason, I was afraid of knowing more.
Still, I have to ask.
     'How did you first find out?'
     Oded looks up. He seems a little shocked, but then he relaxes, and says, 'When I was fifteen, just like you. I didn't have a fever, though. The powers manifest in different ways among all of us.'
     He lets out a small breath, then lies down on his back.
     'My first power was that of regeneration. A healing factor, you could call it. I don't recall having been sick just before it appeared. I had been struck down by a stray van while walking home, just before my mother's eyes. The injury was not bad, the most was a broken thighbone, but right in front of her, my leg put itself together. I was walking within a quarter of an hour. The culprit had already driven away by then.'
     I stared at him in disbelief. Oded smiled faintly to himself, looking away as though he was staring at his memories and nothing else. Like he was watching a movie, projected onto an unseen screen. He continued, after a slight pause, 'My own mother drove me out of the house. It was not that bad, really. I simply wandered around, until the day my second power, that is healing, awakened. I am still not sure how I found out about it, but one day I just knew. And I knew what it was, and what I could and could not do with it. That is all.
     'Knowing that my mother knew me only as a monster then, I decided to stay as far away from my hometown as possible. I went about, helping and healing the wounded as much as I could. You see, if an injury is too large, I may die. I do not heal that fast.' He chuckled a little at this, then his eyes went blank again and he continued.



Just a little note: Oded doesn't use contractions. Also, he's 38 and pretty dark-skinned. Not totally black, though. Hell no.

And I am very sorry my parts are all so damned short.

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