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Static Mark: Wounds Part 1
By: Daniel Maher
Wounds. Life is filled
with them, but most of them heal. Knife wounds, scratch wounds, bite wounds,
gunshot wounds, these wounds all heal. But the worst kind of wounds are the
emotional wounds, the trauma wounds. These sort of wounds never heal.
When I was twelve-years-old my parents died in a lab accident. That
wound never has, and never will heal. Even now, seven years later, I can still
feel the pain of that wound. When they died I didn’t go to the funeral, the
pain hurt too much. But unlike most funerals, there was no open casket; no
memory of them. All there really was happened to be two piles of icy cold ash.
Now that I am a superhero I don't really get the chance to sit down and
think about them a lot. But when I do, every memory of them goes to my heart
and loosens all pain.
It had been months since I had stopped the second
post-Ritiki war from happening. Since then I had locked myself in my suite and
simply thought about everything. After the word got out that I had helped to
stop the Ritiki, many magazines wanted to feature me in it. Some of these
magazines were Hero, Paragon Powers, Capes, and Capes for Kids. But time after
time I refused each offer. I wasn’t really the attention grabbing kind of hero,
so instead I just stayed inside.
When my parents died I was devastated,
but still something tugged on my mind. My parents were very strong and careful
people. At the time of the accident they had been wearing radioactive-proof
suits and--under that--a layer of fire-proof material. In their wills, they had
never asked to be cremated, and they could not have been burned through their
After tossing this idea through my mind I had decided
to hire a team of detectives to find out what really happened to my parents.
That was months ago, and still they haven’t found anything. I had started to
consider the idea that by some accident they accidentally were cremated, but now
I have thrown that idea away.
About three weeks ago there was a news
report about a group of thugs called cover-up. Apparently they have been paid
to cover-up murders for over twenty years. Just now they have been found out
about. If I am correct then my parents murder was no accident.
thoughts were broken as a bell rang through the house. The door bell. I didn’t
want to go to it. I didn’t want to have another microphone shoved in my face by
some red-haired reporter with a blouse and an over-tan and blood-red lips. I
shuddered. The bell rang again. Pause. And again. I sighed and cursed as I
rolled off the bed and to my feet.
When I opened the door I was
puzzled. There was no one there. Probably some dumb kids. I thought. Wait,
why would kids ring again and again until I came. Yet still, no one was there.
I stepped out into the hall and tripped on a box lying on the floor. On the
box, in sloppy handwriting, was a note. It read: STATIC MARK.
and dragged the box into my apartment. I mean, I literally had to drag it.
This thing must have weighed a ton! I dragged it to my sofa. And shut the
door. Sitting on the sofa I examined the box. It was only about two-and-a-half
feet tall and the same wide. I cut the tape and opened it. On top there was a
layer of tissue paper. I removed it. Underneath was a plain white envelope,
and under that was another layer of tissue paper. I picked up the card.
the front, in flowing gold markings, read; S.M. I turned it over. There
was a red-wax stamp with C.U. embedded in the wax. I got a letter opener
and carefully cut through the wax. I pulled out a letter typed in the same
flowing gold print that was on the front.
Dear Static Mark,
From afar we observed your fight with the Ritiki. You are an
extraordinary warrior, congratulations. You have passed our tests. I hope you
enjoy our gift, and my deep apology for the small parts we had in their
"accidents". I’m sure you know what I am talking of. But if you don’t our
gifts enclosed will show you. Goodbye, and don’t worry, you will be hearing
from us again.
read the letter again. It made no sense. Not just the strange ending but the
entire thing. What were they talking about? Then I understood the ending. By
taking the line, word, and letter in that word I was able to find two words:
Dear StatiC Mark,
FrOm afar we obserVEd
youR fight with the Ritiki. YoU are an extraordinary warrior,
congratulations. You have Passed our tests.
I stared at the paper in
disbelief. Now the entire letter made sense, now I could get my revenge.
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