Don’t ask me how I knew. I’ve no idea- guess the knowledge was just there. Maybe because I’d never been ill. Maybe I was born with a God complex. Maybe it was just a childish notion because I could do nothing else.
It was my cousin I first saved. She was ill, terminally, with leukaemia and, somehow I knew my blood could save her (even though my marrow had failed). And so I learned what to do on the ‘net, stole a syringe and donated my blood.
Since then I’ve become more obsessed with this power, first donating like a normal to help randoms before slowly escalating to my final state (via a doomed period as a nurse)- a pro beggar and a prowler, finding my way into hospitals at night and spending my time healing all sicknesses present.
I lived on the streets to keep from the law, sleeping and earning in the day, my face becoming that of a down and out, a nothing. Soon no one knew me and I couldn’t be found.
Not that the authorities cared. They knew what I was doing all along but never sought me out. Unlike some of the others, I never appeared in the papers.
And so, known as the Angel of Life, I continued to stalk the hospitals of the country, occasionally returning to cities to cleanse anew. But always in the back of my mind frustrated I could not go further. That is until the government intercepted me.
It was my cousin I first saved. She was ill, terminally, with leukaemia and, somehow I knew my blood could save her (even though my marrow had failed). And so I learned what to do on the ‘net, stole a syringe and donated my blood.
Since then I’ve become more obsessed with this power, first donating like a normal to help randoms before slowly escalating to my final state (via a doomed period as a nurse)- a pro beggar and a prowler, finding my way into hospitals at night and spending my time healing all sicknesses present.
I lived on the streets to keep from the law, sleeping and earning in the day, my face becoming that of a down and out, a nothing. Soon no one knew me and I couldn’t be found.
Not that the authorities cared. They knew what I was doing all along but never sought me out. Unlike some of the others, I never appeared in the papers.
And so, known as the Angel of Life, I continued to stalk the hospitals of the country, occasionally returning to cities to cleanse anew. But always in the back of my mind frustrated I could not go further. That is until the government intercepted me.
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