I knew Brando always carried a pistol on him, now I knew why. In my panic, I grabbed Pots and Pans in a desperate effort to defend myself. I heard a gunshot, but I seemed unharmed. The noise was deafeningly close, he could only be right behind me. Was it a warning shot? Wouldn’t he shoot me the first chance he got? I turned around to face to kitchen entrance, and there he was, his face lit by the glow of the first rays of the sun leaping through the window. He didn’t look mad, he looked… uneasy? Perhaps he was unsure of what he was doing. Was the man I married still inside this crazed defender of its own foul secrets? As he raised the pistol towards me, I could only wait and see what the geneticist would do.
“I don’t want to kill you”, he shouted, louder than I was expecting. ”I just want my life back, this wasn’t supposed t happen!” His voice was raising further. He seemed angrier than ever, and yet, he wasn’t even looking at me. His eyes were clenched shut, his whole body shuddering. Could… he be yelling at himself? Regardless, I had to take the opportunity. Brando was distracted by his own frustration. I still had Pots and Pans in my arms! I only had one shot. I lept as silently as I could under the circumstances, and hit his hand, hard, with Pots and Pans. The gun was not knocked from his grasp, but he was caught off guard. I dropped Pots and Pans, and rubbed his face with my hands as hard as I could. He gasped in pain, fully realizing that I had bested him. he was unable to move until his skin had fully dissolved off his face. He wept, each tear burning his exposed flesh more than the last. You see, I was one of the few who knew this weakness. The very reason he had been inspired to come to power, the secret he held for so long. Brando Colby had a disease. His skin was weak, it retreated from the flesh easily, and it was his one goal in life to find a cure for the disease. He became a geneticist for this one reason, on the way finding the power that turned him from his path, turned him into the monster that sat on the floor in front of me, helpless, pathetic. In the end, the one thing Brando couldn’t change about him was his disease, because it had become too much a part of him, too influential in his life. Brando Colby’s undoing was his slavery to Epidermolsis Bullosa Simplex.
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