Superheroes In Denim by Lee French

Author:Lee French
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: superhero, mutants, conspiracy, adventure, thriller
Publisher: Clockwork Dragon
Published: 2016-05-15T23:00:00+00:00

Aside — Liam

Liam hated his job. Nothing else could be worse and he had no choice. Three weeks of this crap so far. Three weeks since Elena disappeared. Three weeks since his world fell apart. They’d find her. He only needed to do something in return, so they could justify the man-hours. Oh, sure, he tried to pay them off. His father had more than enough money to cover those salaries. That bastard Privek wanted something else.

Gritting his teeth, he laid a hand on the unconscious soldier’s bare thigh. At the ankle, this leg ended in a mass of blood-stained gauze. Under that, he knew he’d find a ragged end, treated enough to prevent the victim from bleeding out. No one told him what happened to his patients, and he didn’t ask because he didn’t want to know.

Doing this meant serving his country, he’d been told, as if that would make everything better. He took a deep breath and braced himself. With a twist and a pull someplace inside, he did the impossible and clamped down on a scream as the injury transferred from the soldier’s leg to his own. Blood gushed out of Liam’s ankle and flesh wrapped itself around the soldier’s.

His thrice-damned power created miracles at the cost of his sanity.

An eternity of agony later, the soldier still had no foot, but his leg ended in a smooth, healed and rounded stump. They’d be able to fit him with a fake foot now, there would be no oozing and weeping and pus, and the guy could avoid the potential problem of addiction to pain meds. Liam glared at the man for the crime of putting him through a few minutes of hell.

Reaching down, he swiped the blood off his already regenerated foot with a towel. The second he’d seen the injury, he’d pulled his combat boot and sock off and set them aside. His assistant swooped in with her mop and sloshed the blood off the plastic under him for the thousandth time since he got here. She’d gotten good at it, and took only two swishes before she wordlessly wheeled the soldier’s gurney out. He’d wake up later and be confused, and someone would tell him to thank God, or his lucky stars, or whatever, and to not ask questions. He’d be walking again by nightfall if they had any prosthetics handy.

Before he had a chance to put his sock back on, two soldiers carried a third in. Another pair peered inside the tent. All five—curiously barefoot and stained, bloodied, and half-dressed by camp standards—had been banged up, but Liam didn’t treat bruises and cut lips. He dealt with serious injuries. His patients either avoided months to years of surgeries and rehab, or they went back out into the field as a result of his ministrations.

He might have shooed them out, except the man they carried had serious foot injuries. They’d been cut and smashed and generally mistreated to the point of uselessness. Torture did things like that, he supposed.

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