He hardly noticed how many days had passed. He slept and woke up and got up only to drink water and pee. All the wounds were still fresh and his eyes were red. This battle was the last one -he thought- and laughed at himself. He recalled meeting Lois in the meadow, and in her embrace relating his love.
A difficult type of love, a romantic one. Showing her his human face, protecting her from his enemies, overcoming his sexual insecurities and waiting for her to be ready to give herself to him completely. In the clear blue sky the few clouds formed llamas, antelopes and teddy bears. Birds passed in peaceful Fibonacci formations and his three biggest enemies invited him to fly up there for the duel.
It didn’t take him long to decide what to do. He gave Lois a kiss and left like the blood the heart forces out through the arteries. After he kicked the hell out of them, he returned and they made sweet love on the grass. He fucked her in the ass and when it got late, he flew her home so she could get some sleep. He went to the bar to meet the guys.
An adopted child, his psychologist had told him, and with a father who raped you, things could be a lot worse. You are
strong. Heroism and kindness are the most acceptable neuroses you could have. You did well to come to me, I have experience in heroes and I can definitely help you. Eight seconds later she was lying slaughtered in the sewer with her pussy glued and burned.
At the bar he met whores, he did drugs with kryptonite and sucked cocks in the toilets. He broke the door and pulled everyone out to the nearby alley. He lay down into the water, began scratching his suit and skin and telling them to fuck the shit out of him. They did what they their best. Not that there was that much they could do. He laughed and caressed his hair, shook his head and acted the way whores do in movies. They fucked him in the ass and, one by one, came in his blue eyes.
That was their game. That was his joy.