I take a breath.
Then another one.
Then another one. Then a bigger one. My lungs expanding, my little torso expanding hard, breathing from the mouth and all, leaning forward close to a random house. My left hand on the wall as I rest on it to take a breath, my other hand, the right one is resting on my knee and it's filled wit-!
Wait.
My right hand feels pretty hard.
I look up for a second. Look left and right. Useless reflex considering that I'm invisible, still, I do it before looking down at my right knee, at my right hand on it.
Okay.
It's....normal. My right hand is on my knee, same position you would get on to recover when you're super exhausted. This is normal
What's not normal is the kunai in it.
The kunai side is resting on my knee, just chilling there.
FUCK!
CAN'T A MAN RECOVER IN PE-!
I remember what just happened. Everything started from a simple hand stuck on the wall. My eyes lock on my left hand.
It's on the wall.
Not again....
I stare at it. I stare for a long time at my hand, DARING IT TO BE STUCK!
You better not be stuck.
Pulling myself to standing, I pull my hand back, it's not stuck.
YIPPEEEE!
FUCK! Okay! Perfect! Turning around and slouching on the wall, still a bit breathless, I observe the street around me, pretty silent, no one in there. Probably because everyone is busy being depressive in their houses today or drinking till they drop.
Ah right!
MORNING! STUCK KUNAI IN HAND! SPIDERMAN! THE FIREBALL!
Right, right.
Where was I?
Before...uh. Everything? The drunk and all. My entire body freezes as I remember the drunk that bumped into me.
Fuck...
He saw me right?
He fucking saw me! HE BROKE THROUGH MY FLOW CAUSE HE TOUCHED ME AND HE SAW ME AND HOLYFUC-!
He's drunk. He's dumb. Nobody will believe him, nobody, nobody at all. You're chill nebe. And if you're not...well.
I look at my semi empty hands, kunais are good, but crossbows are better.
If someone want to believe him...I just need to pay them a visit, nothing too bad, just...a small visit.
Make sure he doesn't open his dumb mouth.
Yeah, yeah, that's good. Make sure nobody believes him about the tale of a spider boy, yeah, a spider boy, ha, ha, ha.
Fuck.
Okay, I'll need to check on this later. But for now, I REALLY need some kind of control over this shit.
I pull my hands up to stare at my hands, one empty and one with a kunai stuck to it.
Okay.
Remember. There's nobody around.
How did I do it this morning?
Remember.
This morning, I was there. With the tub. A kunai stuck in my hand, looked left, at my door, at the kunai in my hand, at my mother who may have been there.
Then. It fell. Just like that.
How!?
How, remember.
...I needed to do it. I needed to be free of it, but it didn't matter.
I would go out no matter what. It didn't matter if I would pass through my window, or by my door, I would go out, and I would hide my kunai with an illusion or by shoving my hands in my pockets.
But I would go out, I was confident, I was about to get out, no matter what happen-!
A small ting makes me open my eyes. And under me, I see it, a kunai on the ground.
My hands are free.
Without talking, or doing much more than remembering the feeling in my body right now, I lean down, take my kunai from the ground, play with it a bit. Twirl it in my hand like I've taken habit to whenever I can't sleep during the night and my kunai plushie is close to me, I twirl, turn it around my thumb, stop the twirl with a firm grab, take a deep breath.
I open my hand. It falls and dangle from my thumb, the kunai ring around my thumb.
I let out the breath I was holding.
Okay.
Okay.
Putting the kunai back in my pockets, my mind moves and make me remember why I'm out in the first place.
To CHEER UP MY MOTHER!
Yeah.
You heard me. You see, the whole fireball didn't only had an effect on me. It had an effect on a lot of people, it had an effect on my father, on the people around in my village, and it had an effect on my mother too.
And...uh.
She looks pretty bad.
So...I snuck out, and I was preparing an excuse to cheer her up.
I pat the side of my cloak, feeling the clings of ryos, bills and coins, a good amount of it, easily a month of work for most people in the village.
That's my excuse.
And my secret technique to cheer up my mother!
MONEY!
A shit ton of money. Don't know how much exactly, but a shit ton of money, and I won't risk counting it again! Becaude the ONLY reason I was in front of the bar was because I was walking around, gaining time and building up my excuse, as I did, I was counting my money, and then the coins and bills in my hands got stuck when I entered the street, the one where the bar is.
And so I rested on a wall while trying to unstick them, and then...well, you know the rest.
With a slide, I push toward my house once again. Ready to kill two birds with one stone, grab the crossbow, give my mother the money, and then...go meet that drunk guy again.
For me? He's top priority right now.
I genuinely can't allow someone to know about a kid who can stick to walls.
I just can't.
And I NEED to make sure nobody knows about me.
I need to make it sure.
But for now?
TIME TO MAKE MOTHER HAPPY!
As I walk. Well, slide more than anything. The flow in my body spreads into the ground at each of my slides, as if I was some kind of slime. Or a snail.
But I'm faster than a snail.
Ignore my short legs....and...
Urgh, alright.
I'll stop dodging it.
Sighing, I pull out some coins and keep them in my hands, time to make sure they don't randomly get stuck when I give my mother some pocket money.
Would be weird to explain if they did.
So I make sure everything is fine. I pull my coins left, right, up, down, between two fingers, three, or under a death grip. I TRY to make them stick, but I can't seem to do it, they don't stick no matter what I do.
And this is kinda pissing me off.
It's good that it probably won't just go off randomly, but it also means I still don't have control over this sticky thing, and I don't like not having control.
Still, my practice doesn't stop, the time pass. And I have the time to see a lot of things, an old woman close to her window, looking at her hands as if they weren't here. As if she was expecting them to be cut off and dissapear at any moment.
A couple of muffled screams, a dispute about the war no doubt, heard some of them before too.
But more than anything. The streets around me are even worse than before, they genuinely look dead.
Depressive much huh?
When I reach my front door, I can't help but think that my village is truly unlucky.
Someone needs to bless it and give my people some luck.
However, I am not a believer, and I don't know if there are gods in this world, therefore, I'll roleplay as a god once again today.
TIME TO ROLEPLAY AS LADY LUCK!