Thursday 1 March 2012

Causa finita est

We went back to his place and I started tending his wounds and bruises. He wasn't bleeding, and no bones of his were broken but the pain was excruciating.

I asked him about his "gift". I wanted to know the whole story behind it, how he got it and when it first occurred.

He paused for a minute but after I insisted he replied.

He was born this way. And he learned that in the hard way. His father went to a great length to help him realise his ... potential. At some point he would beat him on a daily basis. One day, he tried to burn him with a blowtorch. That hurt like hell, Drake said. Nothing that his father did could actually damage his body, but the pain was there. As his body was indestructible, so were his nerves and boy, they would transmit every ounce of pain that he could possibly feel to his brain.

When his narration of pain and anguish finished, I stood and watched him there, still wincing in pain, from the blows of today's match and the wounds of the years past.

"Rome has spoken and the cause is finished ..."

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