Just Cause Universe 3: Day of the Destroyer by Ian Thomas Healy

Author:Ian Thomas Healy [Healy, Ian Thomas]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: superhero, New York City, lgbt, ian thomas healy, supervillain, just cause universe, blackout
ISBN: 9780615749846
Amazon: 0615749844
Barnesnoble: 0615749844
Publisher: Local Hero Press
Published: 2013-03-08T17:00:00+00:00

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Momma forbid him to go to bed without a bath, so Harlan got out a pair of clean shorts and a towel and locked himself in the bathroom. He wasn’t supposed to lock it, because the small apartment only had the one bathroom, but he wanted a little bit of privacy. He’d had a busy, difficult day and for once didn’t mind a hot bath. It would help him unwind.

He grimaced at the state of his ribs, bruised from numerous kicks. His urine had blood in it as well, and he knew it would for at least a day following the almost-professional beating he’d received that afternoon. He didn’t care so much. The pain would go away, and soon there would be a reckoning. As the water poured into the tub, he imagined his revenge against the bullies. Torn apart by his bolt guns, burned to ashes, shredded by the great sawblade of his robot, they would die in painful, brilliant ways.

The images aroused Harlan. Even though he knew it was wrong, he reached down and stroked himself. The visions of blood, death, and fire transformed into pictures of Gretchen, and Harlan’s hand moved faster. He wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her breasts, and that secret place between her legs. His muscles clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut against sudden tears as he shot his load against the wall beside the tub.

Masturbation always left him feeling triumphant. If Momma knew, she’d be horrified. It thrilled him to have one more secret from her. He took some toilet paper and wiped up the evidence of his self-abuse, keeping his secret. The odor of his spunk made his stomach heave as he dropped the waste into the toilet and what little dinner he’d eaten came back up in a rush. He shook with weakness as he closed and flushed the toilet.

Harlan sank into the hot tub. He took the bar of soap and scrubbed himself, and didn’t mind the sting when the suds got into his eyes. It kept him alert.

A gentle but urgent tap at the door startled him. “Harlan,” whispered Reggie. “You got to let me in.”

“Can’t you hold it, Reggie? I just got in the tub.”

“No,” she said. “Harlan, you ain’t supposed to lock this door.”

“I wanted some privacy. I still do. Go away, Reggie.”

Reggie was silent and for a minute, Harlan thought maybe she really did leave. But then, he heard the scratching of a key in the lock. Reggie must have gone to get the bathroom key off Momma’s dresser.

“Reggie!” cried Harlan. He yanked the shower curtain across just in time as the door opened and Reggie stepped into the bathroom. “Just be quick, okay?”

“I don’t have to go potty,” said Reggie. “I needed to tell you that Momma took your books and tools and threw them down the trash.”

“She what?” Harlan shot up to his feet, but slipped in the tub. He grabbed the shower curtain for support, and it tore free of the rings to crumple into the soapy water.

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