A Surge of Power

I could still feel the grip I had on the exposed wire, the feeling of warmth flowing through my fingers which had replaced the excruciating pain around minute eighteen. In grabbing the wire of the substation control panel I had wrapped my hand up in it, my fingers clasping shut around it, my very own nervous system betraying me, typical. Thirty Four Thousand Volts wrecking my body with no way out. The warmth pulsing into my body brought with it a feeling of true bliss.. “This is it then. This. This is how I go out. Why couldn’t it have been doing something awesome, like dying under some goddess. Just my luck. Oh well…” my thoughts echoed around in the void. My eyesight and hearing had both gone at around minute five. I couldn’t tell you what minute it all stopped at, I only hoped it’d end soon and I could finally rest…

****

*What the f…*

*I’m moving.*

*Am I in an ambulance?*

*No, a supercar?*

*I’m blind that’s for certain..*

*And deaf presumably.*

*God knows what my body looks like.*

*Probably looks like one of those suckling pigs.*

*Or one of those unlucky bastards that tried to fuck Medusa.*

*God I’d love to fuck Medusa.*

*‘I’m already rock hard for you baby, no need’.*

*Not the goddamn time Dale.*

*Fuck I need a smoke.*

*Fuck this damned life, I’m never gonna recover from this.*

*At least when I die those bastards will never get the money I owe ‘em.*

*Ha.*

*Cock suckers.*

***

In the dark abyss which I now inhabited, unable to activate any of my bodily senses the only sensation I was experiencing was inertia, the sensation of moving at an unknown speed. It felt quick, but in reality I had no way to know just how quick. After some time in this abyss I noticed a faint blue light flashing rapidly in the far-off distance. The flashing continued to get brighter and faster as I approached. And, in what felt like a good while but was probably microseconds in reality, I was fired into, and consumed by that blinding light.

***

As soon as I entered the surrounding blue light I could feel that familiar warm sensation of electricity flowing through me. “Okay..this has to be death..and regardless of the bright lights there’s no way this is heaven, unless god has a sick, fucked up sense of humor”. I could feel the warmth spreading through me, causing a slight tingling sensation. The usual feeling of my pudgy, aching body was replaced by something more similar to if I’d banged 10 lines of cocaine and consumed an increasingly deadly amount of energy drinks. “Okay..maybe I’m not dead” I thought, more out of hope than anything else. “I can still think, can still sort of feel..something. Maybe if I concentrate this energy I feel and just desperately try to release it I’ll come back to my senses. Yeah! Hopefully either in the ambulance or I’ll be able to let go of that bastard wire and maybe, just maybe, I won’t be too fucked up to where I can never get laid again!”

I concentrated hard. Harder than I had on anything else in my wretched life. I began to feel the pull of energy towards my core. The vibrations increased. And, just before I felt like I could let it overcome me and cause me to burst into a million pieces…I released it.

***

When I came to the first thing I noticed was the smell of burnt hair. That distinct, sharp smell. Distinct, yes. Unpleasant, yes. But I could smell.

The realisation was ecstasy. I opened my eyes and let my vision adjust to the bright lights. Once adjusted, the sight was a confusing but relieving one. “A fucking vendo?” I huffed, with an unfamiliar voice. “The fu..” I whispered. I realised, as the rest of my senses came to me, that I was laid on the floor, on my side, propped up on my left elbow. I was looking up at the vending machine, the lights off, a packet of skittles hanging over the edge, a dull grey wisp of smoke lifting up into the air from the plug socket to the side of the machine.

When my vision focused in I noticed a pair of dirty work boots on my feet, not an unfamiliar site. However, the suit trousers clinging to my legs were. Adjusting my neck and looking down at my body I could see a crisp, blue suit shirt accompanied by a Hi-Vis. Definitely not mine. I’d never comply with the Health and Safety bullshit. “What THE FUCK”. I shouted, leaping to my feet - the noticeable change in height and weight took me off balance, throwing me face first onto the vending machine. “Ah, Christ!” I shouted, adjusting myself back to upright, bringing my fist back to throw a punch at the machine. As I motioned to strike the machine my reflection stopped me in my tracks.

“What…N…No…Impossible” I stammered, unable to get my words out as the stranger in the reflection of the vending machine mimicked my actions and perfectly formed the words escaping my mouth. “Who am I?"

"What.. am.. I?”

“Brian…”

*How is this even possible…that’s not me…who..*

“BRIAN!”

“Fuck! What!” I snapped my head around ready to take my anger out on this nagging voice.

“Jesus will y..” when I turned my head to unleash my rage I was met with an intriguing sight.

“Brian, what has gotten into you! You’re late for the meeting. Now fix your language and let’s go!”

The words slammed into my skull like a bus. *Brian..who the fuck is Brian.*

*Oh shit, right..*

The person calling for ‘Brian’s’ attention was a sight to behold. A light skinned black woman, I guessed her to be early thirties, dressed in a full, figure hugging professional grey suit, with the trousers replaced by an ankle length skirt. Her shirt underneath showed the tops of her soft, sizeable breasts. A fact that Trisha - judging from her name badge pinned in eye level of her cleavage - had seen me discover but presumably chose to not acknowledge. Oh well, I thought. *Not my eyes, not my ogling.* She wore her long black hair in a pony tail, with a couple of wispy bits of hair framing her pretty face. Her lips were bright red and plump. Her shoulders were squared and stiff. Her gaze fixed on me. Her expression, annoyed.

“Oh yeah…my bad lady.” I spat out, my eyes roaming over her delicious body. When my eyes came back up to meet hers, she was wearing a ferocious expression. “Shit, I mean yes sorry miss..Trisha” I said, straightening my posture and shooting her a non-convincing smile. “Let’s go and erm do that…thing”. I said, standing to attention like a toy soldier.

*Fuck I’d love to ravage this uptight bitch.* His boss I assumed.

I followed closely behind Trisha, absolutely mesmerised by her wobbling rear in the grey skirt, absolutely no clue what I was heading into…

***

“What the fuck was that Brian! You were bumbling like a fool in there! When did you become such a misogynistic pig. I was relying on you in there and you fucked me! Big time!” The woman’s verbal onslaught whilst expected was cutting, even if this wasn’t my body.

*Fuck you lady, I’d goddamn love to fuck you, you have no idea!* I thought, my expression curling up into a smirk.

“What! What do you have to say for yourself! You are so fucked when we get back to the office…I’m going straight to the board with this and you are done!” Trisha screamed under a whisper, eager to maintain her professional appearance.

“Eh whatever bitch, my whole life has been people like you fucking me over, be my guest”. I chuckled, beginning to turn away. But despite the nonchalant demeanour, something I was well practiced in presenting in my life, Trisha’s words struck a deep chord. I stopped on my heels and returned to face her.

“Y’know what bitch, this isn’t even MY goddamn body…I’m not even this Brian guy…I don’t even know WHAT I am.” I spat, getting up close to Trisha now, her back firmly against the wall. Trisha could only let her mouth hang open in shock, clearly having never heard anyone speak to her like this in her life.

That familiar vibrating, feeling of warmth had returned to my core by this point.

“So fuck it, Trish.” I whispered with a wicked grin, my face now only a couple of inches away from Trisha’s, my hands either side of her on the wall, halting any attempts to run.

“Give me those sexy lips”…

***

The next thing I knew I was back on the floor again. This time with a figure hovering over me.

“Miss…miss are you okay”

*Miss?*

“Ay dios mio…miss…did you hit your head? Ay no, we don't need another lawsuit, I'll be fired!”

*Ah, he must be talking to that bitch. Somehow we must’ve both passed out. God, probably need to get this energy blast thing under my control. Must’ve been a steamy kiss heh. Hopefully for ‘Brian’ she doesn’t remember much.*