Rain's Story

I wrote the end of one of Rain's adventures the other day. I hope you all like it.

My name is Rain. I’m a superhero. Well, at least that’s what I call myself. I’m more like a freak of nature with a grandeur complex. Oh well, it’s enough for me to risk my life for the sake of the world. My power? Well, it’s complicated, but the short story is that I can disappear in the rain. Hence my name. Not much of a power you might say, but just think of the stealth aspects of it. Very helpful when it actually rains! That might be a problem. Oh, did I mention it rains when I am in pain? Guess I didn’t mention that part. So, to use my power, I have to hurt myself or wait for it to rain. I choose the former. It’s more convenient. Although it doesn’t help my body, it’s covered with scars from my battles and experiments. Hey, I had to know how to maximize the release of my powers before I went around trying to save the world and defeat evil. So, I’m a masochistic superhero. I guess that’s a new one.
Let me tell you, after being a crime fighter for a year, I hardly ever have to inflict the pain on myself. Criminals take care of that one. Let’s take this gentleman for example: he’s currently kicking me in the gut. He’s been at it for a few minutes by now, so I’m guess there is a downpour outside. It doesn’t mean much. I’ve got to have more than just rain to take this locale out. Oh, didn’t I mention where I was? Sorry, my mistake. I’m in a floating missile rig/silo in the Mediterranean Sea. Why am I here? To save the world from a maniacal man whose plan is to attack America with a nuclear weapon and make it look like terrorists are responsible, thus triggering World War III! I never understand these doomsday guys; don’t they know they’ll die too? Whatever his though processes is; I’m here to stop him. It doesn’t help that I was captured 20 minutes into my assault on the rig. Now they’re torturing me and taunting me.
“What’s wrong Rain? Not able to disappear inside?” the henchmen asks.
“Nope, just don’t want to leave your wonderful company.” Sarcasm gets me no where with these individuals. It does earn me another swift kick in the gut.
“Well gentlemen, it’s been fun, but I have to stop your boss’s scheme. “
Using my legs, I pounce up to a standing position and head-butt the nearest goon. The other one comes at me with a knife which is perfect for cutting through my restraints. With my arms tied behind my back, I charge at the guy with the knife. After hurling myself at him and knocking the knife out of his hand, I fall on the knife and use it to cut the rope around my hands. Once they’re free I cut the ropes loose on my feet and I’m on my way. I knock out the remaining guards and run towards the bridge and into the rain.
Arriving at the bridge, there are a few guards but they are taken out easily now that I am invisible. It’s a wild sensation, being invisible. Every drop of rain takes a piece of me away in a cloud of smoke. It’s different. I make my way to the captain’s quarters. There he is, Damien Smith; rich entrepreneur and criminal mastermind. Talk about multitasking.
“You’re drying off Rain.” Smith taunts.
So I am. Well, that does mean that I loose my invisibility. Every hero has got to have a weakness.
“Call off the missiles Damien. There doesn’t have to be anymore destruction in this world than there is already.”
“I hope you don’t expect anything, I’ve already set the launch code and had it confirmed by my first officer…before I killed him. It takes both codes to abort the launch and I only know one of them. “
“You son of a bitch” I’m going to kill him. I’m going to do it.
Smith starts running out of the room and I’m in pursuit. Of course he has to run into another garrison of his thugs. How many do evil geniuses need? I run headlong into the first of them but catching them off there guard only lasts for a minute. I hop up to the upper deck and pound my left hand on the unforgiving metal. The pain throbs in my left hand and the drizzle begins. Moving quickly, I run at the thugs and begin my assault. The longer we fight, the less visible I become. Every punch in the face or graze with a knife, the harder it is for them to see me, and that is exactly what I want. Once the rain becomes harder, they all realize what they have done. I am completely invisible to them. All they see is water droplets moving at them and breaking there noses. Weapons are taken before they are able to be drawn, and then used against them. I have no time to care about these people’s lives. I kill them without mercy with there own weapons. I don’t have the luxury of sparing their lives; I have to save the rest of the world.
After finishing the last hired help, I follow Damien Smith. He wasn’t lying; he had actually armed the damn missiles. I run after Smith and realize that he is completely unstable. I know this because he’s got a gun and it’s pointed to his own head. I guess this guy knows he will die as well as everyone else.
“What are you doing Smith?”
“You’d have to be crazy to stick around during WWIII, my job is done. See you in hell Rain.”
The gun goes off and Smith goes down. No evil genius to take down and not much I can do for the nuclear warheads about to launch.
What do I do? How can my powers help this? Not even a little rain will put out a nuclear reactor. It would take a tsunami to…a tsunami? Could I create a storm that big? I hear the timer counting down as well as my hope decreases. I’ve got to do something.
Frantically I run around trying to think of something I can do to create a tsunami. I try cutting the palm of my hand and it starts a thunderstorm. Good start but not even close to a tsunami. I cut deeper and the pain shoots through my body like the missile I’m trying to stop. More rain, more thunder, and more lightening. Still not good enough. I find Smith’s gun, this had better work, and fire it at my foot. The bullet pierces the flesh and the bones, crushing them. I let out more than my fair share of curse words and screams. The storm created rocks the entire rig, but no toppling. This is as far as I’ve ever taken my power and it still was not enough. Waves lap over the sides and onto the deck. It washes some of the bodies away and forces me to retreat to a higher deck.
Lying down, breathing hard and in incredible pain, I realize I’ve failed. My power wasn’t enough to topple the rig or put out the reactor. What did I expect? I’m an amateur. I rest my head on a particularly hard set of pipes and it comes to me as the timer announces “T-Minus 30 seconds until launch” in its cold computer voice. Laboriously I pull myself up and pull my shirt off. I use it as a tourniquet around my left wrist. “T-Minus 15 seconds until launch” it wails again. I can hear the engines powering up. It is now or never. I pull my shirt tight on my wrist and place my hand in the middle of the pipes and gear joints. Using all of my leverage and what’s left of my body strength and will, I pull my makeshift lever through the gears and start to push. The bones crack and the blood flows and finally my left hand comes off of my left arm. The pain is so intense and magnificent that I begin to pass out. My eyes hold on long enough to see a rising tide enveloping the entire rig. That’s all I can do. I fade into oblivion and hope it’s enough...

I hope you all enjoyed it. I know it was a bit long.

Credit card sodas and abnormal psychology

Most of you that know me, know that I do not like carrying cash. I never have and probably never will. The main problem with this dislike is that I usually don't have any way to purchase drinks or snaks at school. I've had this problem since middle school and it has never gotten any better. I usually borrowed money from Richard (which I probably still owe him) and then ate out of the vending machines that way. Well, today everything changed. At my school, in the Liberal Arts building, they put credit card machines on the vending machines! I was in so much awe that I had to buy something. It wouldn't have mattered if I only had one dollar to my name, the draw was that great. You might not understand, but I had to. It's like one of my dreams come true. Now, you might say, "That's a pretty silly dream" but you have to see it from my perspective.

I've thought of having those on vending machines since I got my first check car. It's been almost 6 years since that happened and I've wished for it ever since. Now that it is there, it's like something out of a fairy tale. It literally jumped out of my mind. So that's why I am so excited about this thing.

Oh, and I bought a Vault. In case anyone cared to know. I bet you all knew that anyway.

So, we did an experiment in Abnormal Psychology. I'll let my notes do the talking:

Thematic Apperception Test (TAT): a series of pictures and you ask your client to tell a story about each one. This is a test of creativity. What are the events leading up to the scene? What are the characters feeling, thinking? What is the resolution to the story? Depending upon the client, there are 6 or 7 cards depending upon gender and then a couple more cards depending upon what is going on with the client. You choose the cards based on their issues. When scoring these, we are looking for themes in the stories.

So, after that brief definition was given, three cards were then shown. The first card had a boy with a violin, the second a person laying in an odd position, and the third card was completely blank. Here are my short stories on the cards:

Three separate cards, three separate stories.

Card 1:
“Now, try the lesson one more time and you can have lunch” said the instructor as she left.
My god I am hungry the boy thought. All he had to do was finish the lesson and it would be time for lunch. The boy was so hungry he felt that his stomach was going to eat other internal organs unless he got some food.
The boy was not a skilled violin player like his father, but he wanted to be. He really did. So he tried, even though he felt embarrassed about his lack of talent. He tried and tried, so he could eat. That was it.
Now, staring down the barrel of that violin, he gave up. Put it down and cried. He would not eat lunch today, or ever. The boy felt sad until someone came in the room. It was his mother.
“Stop practicing and get some food boy” his mother said.
It sounded like an angel’s voice.
Then the boy ate a good lunch.

Card 2:
Working 7 days a week is tough; especially when you live in the depression era and especially when you are a woman. Helen worked as hard as she could for her family. She worked and worked and worked every day of the week and for as long as she could remember. Her husband Brad worked as well. He drove trucks and she cared for the sick. It was all they knew and all they could do. This evening, Helen could work no longer. She just got out of the ER after a 14 hour shift and was ready to go home. She went home and felt so much relief. She was home and soon she would be asleep.
I’ve just got to do a couple of more things she thought. Clean, cook, sew, and bathe. Then it would be off to bed.
Her daughter and sons needed everything she had left to give. She taught Patricia how to compute fractions, told Joey to stop eating the fresh grain, and bathed Allen raw.
Helen just dropped down and slept in the living room. Brad came home later and picked Helen up and took her to her bed. She slept until she woke the next morning.

Card 3:
Darkness. Rain only saw darkness. The blindfold has been over his eyes for a couple of hours and his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He could see every corner of the cloth and he remembered what happened to him. He had been hit, and hit from behind. That’s all he could think of, being hit from behind. He could still feel the lump on the back of his head. They brought him somewhere and ripped the blindfold off.
Now I know why they call it a blindfold! Rain thought.
Light flooded his vision and all he could see is white light.
Whenever his eyes adjusted, someone is in trouble.

Interesting huh?

Been a long time....

No one will probably read this. I haven't updated since November. Well, I'm updating now so that I can get a little use to the laptop's keyboard. It'll be difficult but I think I can work with it. I'm happy that Richard and Meagan helped me out with choosing the computer. Well, there isn't much more I have to say that I already haven't said to those who I know.

I can't wait for God of War II. This is one of the best games coming out this year and I can't wait. That's about it.