[ WP ] A man goes to Africa to intentionally catch Ebola , then flies around the world trying to infect as many as he can

Blake was on his 11th flight within 4 weeks. As he knelt on the plane's bathroom floor, scratching his blotchy skin and vomiting up the free bag of chips the stewardess gave him out of pity, he thought about his one goal. Make them feel pain. Make them *all* feel pain. 
 
 At first, he blamed himself. Drunken choices he made led him to a particular point in life that collapsed a world he built up. He thought he was on top of the world, blissfully strolling along an untouched path that would stay untouched. Smiles and rainbows, the sun always shining, he and his one and only together forever. 
 
 Love. He somehow killed love. Doctors could n't save it. Doctors said it was irreversible, this death of love. Science did n't have the answers, so he turned to God. God was never someone he thought he could talk to, never feeling comfortable, since he knew what God thought of him. Or thought he did, at least. People fed him lies and *their* interpretation of God's thoughts, which were always wrong, but he believed anyway. He was n't surprised when God did n't have an answer. 
 
 After being ignored and feeling helpless, the darkness took over the radiant sun he thought he would always enjoy. He became the shadow he used to make puppets with, and decided suffering was the only answer for everyone; if he could n't have love, he'd bring as many as he could to his level. He forgot what love would have reminded him of and now had nothing to turn him from his path; no friends, no family, nothing. 
 
 As he wiped the spittle from his mouth and stood up, Blake looked in the mirror and did n't recognize himself. Coughing and slowly stumbling back to his seat, met with the same stares and shying away as always, he plopped down and sighed. From his pocket he pulled out a picture of a man lying next to him on a small bed in a dimly lit room. The man was sweaty, skinny, and full of rashes, but still smiling and looking directly into the camera while Blake gazed at him. Blake smiled as he brought the picture to his lips and gave it a slow, soft kiss. Bringing it back down, he ripped himself out of it, letting his part fall to the floor as he re-pocketed the picture.
