I didn’t believe in doctors. I’m like most men: I won’t go to the doctor unless it’s absolutely necessary and I’m at my deathbed.
It just so happened, that I was at my deathbed, and I didn’t have any say in the matter.
Millennium City’s full of heroes – and those that want to be heroes. They think the best way to be a famous hero is to beat the snot out of another one. It’s not enough that we have gangs all over the place, and big villains like Valerian Scarlet and Kevin Poe (well, he’s small fry). No, we have to beat up other heroes.
It just so happened that I was outside of Carl’s Gym, when a guy with big white wings and a hood came over. “Hey, wanna fight?”
Like I had nothing else better to do, I agreed with him. However, when he decided to attack me, he also said, “Get ‘im, boys!”
And just like that, five Cobra Lords jumped me.
I couldn’t do anything about the Cobra Lords, because he was healing them while I was trying to fight them. They were under his mind control, I guess; and they came at me with everything they had. Guns, chains, knives…
He beat me, and left me there. When the Cobra Lords came back to themselves, they beat me some more. I know I fainted – because I woke up in a hospital bed right after.
Next time I see that son of a bitch, I’ll kill him.