It began with the tiniest sensation. It was different from the larger feels that still racked my body: the searing agony in my arms and hands, the almost unendurable ulceration of my parched mouth, the feverish pounding a my head.
This was a whispered hint of power. I could feel it in the tips of my fingers, in the whorls and cervices of my outer skin. It moved across my hands as they laid motionless in the mud.
Though I shivered from illness and anguish, I could sense my blood beginning to warm and flow. I laid still. In side me the thick dark liquid slide sinuously through my veins. I could feel it enter my heart and throbbed there, moving with purpose through my labyrinth of muscle, collecting energy that came faintly to it from my slowly collapsing lungs. I could feel it surge into my arteries. Within the blood itself I could perceive the separate cells, and see their colors in my consciousness, and the prisms of their molecules, and all of it was awake now, gathering power.
I could feel my own nerves, each one, millions of them, taut with energy waiting to be released. The fibers of my muscles tightened.
Gasping, I called for my gift to come. I had no sense on how to direct it. I simply clawed at the earth, feeling the power in my hands enter, pulsating, into this ruined world. I became aware, suddenly, that I had been chosen for this.....
The blood in Matty's veins!
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