Chương 89: Spiderman Wannabe.

Yeah, that's an issue for sure. My hand stays there, stuck, no matter how hard I pull, nothing. No give. It's stuck. Just doesn't want to come off..... fuck. Alright. Alright. Calm down nebe, ignore the drunks throwing a party in front of you, you've dealt with it before, you've dealt with it right this morning.... You can do it again. I close my eyes. Take a breath. And remember this morning.

It was not an usual morning, because I woke up while drowning in a tub, not the best morning I had, still, it was a morning. After I woke up and noticed my lack of... breathing, I pushed myself up and away from the tub of hell, as hard as I could. Problem. My hands weren't with me. The second I jerked back. My hands, who were gripping the side of the wooden tub hard as fuck because I was CHOKING TO DEATH, decided to stay there.

So my entire torso went back while my shoulders stretched forward until something snapped. It was like an elastic band. You pull it hard, then it snaps back. I pulled hard, and pop, I went back in. Slammed back inside the tub. And let's just say I panicked even harder at that, snorted water and started raging around like some kind of rabid animal, I thought someone saw me and tried to drown me so I took a kunai out an-! And then I was free. Nobody around me too...

As you can guess, saying that I was shocked would be taking it lightly. So I took a deep breath, choked harder, coughed water out of my lungs and when I could FINALLY breath, I did breath. This time for real. Trying my best to relax. Wiped some water off my face with my free hand. Stood up and all, searched everywhere for two good minutes. And when it was clear I was just being crazy. I put my kunai down. At least that's what I thought would happen. Because it was stuck on my hand.

Not IN my hand as If I was gripping it. It was stuck ON my hand. It was stuck on my fucking palm. It was like super glue. Tried my best to pull it off, but no luck, tried to wave it off, no luck, I tried to bite it off... no luck. The excitement of comparing myself to peter parker when he discovers his powers slowly died down when I realized that I needed to leave my room, and there was a kunai stuck on my hand. And there's probably my mother in the living room.

Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author's consent. Report any sightings. Then the kunai fell. Just like that. No care in the world. It kind of just fell. Just like that y'know? And yes. That's it. That's what I need to do to remove my hand from the wall, I know what I need to do, I need to calm do-!

My entire body gets smushed against the wall, I lash out like some kind of rabid animal, my feet kicking against a literal wall of flesh, my right hand scratches against the wall and soon enough, it sticks too, keeping up my rabid escape, my arms wave in all directions with a single goal, escape-escape-escape, my left hand finally detaches itself but it's just to reattach itself further up the wall as I jump up and slide on the wall like some kind of slime adhering to the wall. FUCKFUCKMYKUNAI!

With my left hand above my head and my body vertical, feet stuck on the wall, I don't have any place for a kunai. Nonetheless, my training kick in as I pull a kunai from my back pocket with my right hand who isn't stuck anymore? And in this weird position I twirl my entire right arm and right side of my torso to shove an entire kunai right above the head of a drunk. A drunk who's looking down at the ground with dumb fucking eyes.

"Bad wall" he rubs his side. What? I stare down at him. My neck twisted to look behind me, the left side of my face is brushing against the wall, my left armpit and all the lower part of my arm, from bottom of the fingers, to, well, the armpit, is stuck against the wall, it's pointing up above my head finishing far above as my palm smother the wood and grip to it with unnatural stickyness.

The right side of my body is twisted, starting with my right hand that did a complete one eighty that hurts my shoulder because of how far I'm twisting it off it's socket, my right forearm is over my left shoulder. My right arm, is more on the left, than my left arm is. This right hand is gripping a kunai above someone's head. Where am I? The drunk man looks up. Slowly. Mug against his mouth. He takes a looooong swig of his drink, and says "Spiiiibdeurbbnoy" WHAT!? Focusing on my flow in his brain that has been...

pushed back!? I make sure to push harder and imbue the back of his brain again as I do, he turns around to talk to his drunk friends.

"I WANNA CLIMB WAAAAAALLLS!" Inside the bar, I hear an old man muffled voice "Urghh, don't listen to any of those drunks bastards and DON'T let them climb MY walls!" Okay? Wait, what? Should I kill him? Or should I not? Or should? Fuck. What. I'm on a wall? I look down. I don't have vertigo but I would like to, just to say something cool, because right now, my feet are on the wall, my body is on the wall, everything is on the wall.

I try to unstick my left arm but no luck, I'm spider man apparently, I try to remove the kunai embedded in the wall, but I don't have the strength to pull it off in this weird fucking position. I'm stuck? FUCK! I'M STUCK!? AND SOMEONE ALMOST NOTICED ME!? DO SOMET-!

My feet slide down the second my left hand stops sticking to the wall, I dangle and my entire body twists sharply to the right to slam against the wall, a puff of air escapes my lungs at the impact, I drag and scratch against the wall like a cat, wondering if I'll fall head down first but my right hand is still up, gripping the kunai. Kunai that's... falling, slowly, but my deadly grip on it is keeping me in a one arm hang. I fall as the kunai finally dugs out of the wall.

With both feet on the ground, I scramble away, both arms pushing off the wall to RUUUUUN! A drunk turns around to stare at the small hole one the wall opposite the bar, and the small thud he definetly heard. But I don't focus on them. No. The only thing I focus on is my legs as they propel me the fuck away from there.