It is raining but,it feels like summer. As I head to the R.I.F.T store 2 dudes walk up to me "hey buddy give all you got."
"What I do not have anything."
"Well you hear this Patrick this boy says he does not have anything" they laugh
"I am serious."
"Ok then how do you have a R.I.F.T suit dirt though."
"I was buried alive I swear."
"Let me guess Frankenstein gave you it." they laughed again ."
"Okay last chance kid."
"Stay back."
Patrick charged at me I lost control of my hands they just got bright red and keep moving I take down Patrick in a matter of seconds.
"WTH how did you run Patrick." the other one yells. I do not realize what they mean but when I looked down my hands were on fire but it does not hurt quite pleasing actually how does my hands keep fire when it is raining I shake my hands fast to put them out why isn't this freaking me out. This feeling feels natural. I make my way to the R.I.F.T store about 29 minutes later I make it to the store I open the door. Everyone is staring at me like I am dead "Dave" I hear from a man in a suit.
"Yes I think."
He runs toward me and gives me a hug.
"How can this be you have been dead for 4 years." My mind is blown 4 years I can not process this I faint.