belly577

By Belly577 There was a slight tug on the lines. The balloon snapped to his senses. Was this it? Was the Fiend reeling him? Had he been up there long enough? But the anticipation and excitement began to abate, just as his hopes always did. Instead, he hung lazily in the air, just as he had for what seemed like years. He’d tried to keep count of the time, in the same way he’d tried to keep up his defiance, but the supreme boredom of being little more than an invisible, floating security camera had slowly reduced him to a dazed state of resignation. Initially, his mind span with thousands of ideas to escape his humiliating plight, but none amounting to anything. Then came the introspection, often of his own short-comings as a superhero. But mostly why had he dared take on a supervillain like the Fiend? That was something he that was never far from his thoughts, playing over the four stages of his transformation in his mind again and again and again. Inflation, enchantment, reduction