Post by John Kilroy on Jul 7, 2023 23:43:25 GMT -7
James Village Singapore: 2019
My vision is blurred as I sit up. I can feel the blood dripping and the shards piercing my skin. I look over. Malcom or what's left of him is scattered all over the place. Shane is lying in a pull of his own blood. Jonathan's corpse is without an arm...and a head. I look over and I see Colby. He's barely breathing, he's gasping for air as I see him bleeding through his armor.
Whatever pain I have is numbed by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "Colby!"
I stagger to him and gently hold him. I desperately look for something to try and put pressure on the wounds but he's bleeding too much. He's going to die. He's lucky if he's got a minute.
"Gwen" he chokes out. "Tell my wife and daughter...I love them."
He dies in my arm. and I let sob and grit my teeh....and then it happens. My gritted teeth, twist into a malicious grin...and I start to feel all sense of restraint or morality slip away...I'm losing myself...no please no. I don't want her to come back. I don't want her to come back...
"When poor Gwen goes insane, Gwenpool comes out to play!"
NO!!! Don't please no! This isn't a comic book Gwen this is real...I try to fight back against this psychopathic alter-ego of mine. but when the Katanas come out and she goes straight for the head, it's too late.
Gwenpool goes on her rampage. Blowing up buildings, shooting up indiscreetly. I try to scream. "LET ME OUT!!!! PLEASE LET ME OUT!!!!" but I find I'm trapped and it's like I'm banging against...comic book pages. I realize I'm the one now trapped in the comic book Gwenpool is killing everyone all while making quips and 4th wall-breaking jokes and corny one-liners.
I beg her to stop and then she says something that chills me to my core. "It's not like any of this is real anyway."
"Stop!"
"BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!"
"Gwenpool please stop I beg you!"
"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run better run better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kids better run better run faster than my bullet"
"no....no....NOOOOOO!!!!"
as I scream I find myself back into my room. My heart feels like it wants to beat out of my throat., My eyes sting with tears as I'm sobbing uncontrollably. almost impulsively I reach into my night drawer and pull out a newspaper clipping.
"SINGAPORE VILLIAGE TRAGICALLY DESTROYED: HEROIC SOLE SURVIVING MARINE FIGHTS FOR HER LIFE IN AN OVERWHELMING SKIRMISH."
Skirmish...there was no skirmish. It was a massacre. And unlike any of the heroes from the comics. I wasn't mind controlled by some external force. I wasn't body swapped or brainwashed. I broke I lost control. And nearly everyone in that village died at the hands of the darker part of myself. I'm not a hero. I'm a monster. I go to the bathroom mirrior and I see Gwenpool staring back at me with the biggest smile on her face, a gun in one hand, a katana in the other and a bunch of bombs exploding in the background.
I feel myself snarl as I punch the mirror as hard as I can. The glass cracks and I feel my knuckles begin to bleed.
My vision is blurred as I sit up. I can feel the blood dripping and the shards piercing my skin. I look over. Malcom or what's left of him is scattered all over the place. Shane is lying in a pull of his own blood. Jonathan's corpse is without an arm...and a head. I look over and I see Colby. He's barely breathing, he's gasping for air as I see him bleeding through his armor.
Whatever pain I have is numbed by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "Colby!"
I stagger to him and gently hold him. I desperately look for something to try and put pressure on the wounds but he's bleeding too much. He's going to die. He's lucky if he's got a minute.
"Gwen" he chokes out. "Tell my wife and daughter...I love them."
He dies in my arm. and I let sob and grit my teeh....and then it happens. My gritted teeth, twist into a malicious grin...and I start to feel all sense of restraint or morality slip away...I'm losing myself...no please no. I don't want her to come back. I don't want her to come back...
"When poor Gwen goes insane, Gwenpool comes out to play!"
NO!!! Don't please no! This isn't a comic book Gwen this is real...I try to fight back against this psychopathic alter-ego of mine. but when the Katanas come out and she goes straight for the head, it's too late.
Gwenpool goes on her rampage. Blowing up buildings, shooting up indiscreetly. I try to scream. "LET ME OUT!!!! PLEASE LET ME OUT!!!!" but I find I'm trapped and it's like I'm banging against...comic book pages. I realize I'm the one now trapped in the comic book Gwenpool is killing everyone all while making quips and 4th wall-breaking jokes and corny one-liners.
I beg her to stop and then she says something that chills me to my core. "It's not like any of this is real anyway."
"Stop!"
"BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!"
"Gwenpool please stop I beg you!"
"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run better run better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kids better run better run faster than my bullet"
"no....no....NOOOOOO!!!!"
as I scream I find myself back into my room. My heart feels like it wants to beat out of my throat., My eyes sting with tears as I'm sobbing uncontrollably. almost impulsively I reach into my night drawer and pull out a newspaper clipping.
"SINGAPORE VILLIAGE TRAGICALLY DESTROYED: HEROIC SOLE SURVIVING MARINE FIGHTS FOR HER LIFE IN AN OVERWHELMING SKIRMISH."
Skirmish...there was no skirmish. It was a massacre. And unlike any of the heroes from the comics. I wasn't mind controlled by some external force. I wasn't body swapped or brainwashed. I broke I lost control. And nearly everyone in that village died at the hands of the darker part of myself. I'm not a hero. I'm a monster. I go to the bathroom mirrior and I see Gwenpool staring back at me with the biggest smile on her face, a gun in one hand, a katana in the other and a bunch of bombs exploding in the background.
I feel myself snarl as I punch the mirror as hard as I can. The glass cracks and I feel my knuckles begin to bleed.
