[ WP ] You 're a normal person in a world full of superheroes , and unfortunately , you live right next to a super villain .

I hate the smell of burnt eggs. Burnt eggs and a baby crying. When I smell one and hear the other my insides freeze and the ghost fingers on my left arm begin to dance. I used to like egg sandwiches but now my stomach curdles at the smell. 
 
 I had finally put the baby to sleep in the bedroom and was cracking my second egg in the bubbling grease when the constant buzz and hum from my neighbor's apartment was suddenly muted. Within moments several voice began to shout at once and a demolition crew set to work next door. Now that I think about it I ca n't remember the guy's name. He kept to himself a lot. Came and went at odd hours and apart from the loud appliance noises coming from his apartment; he did n't bother us much. 
 
 With all of the racket and indistinguishable shouting, Bennet was up and trying to match the tumult next door with his single set of lungs. I grabbed my phone on the way into the bedroom dialing 911. The voice on the other end came through garbled in a sea of hisses and pops. Without wondering if they could hear me clearly on their end, I shouted my information and repeated the words `` gun'' and `` intruder'' a few times. 
 
 Facing into my living room I stared at the wall following the invisible struggle until I was stirred by the smell of eggs burning. That and the wall parting against my neighbor's back as he was driven through it by one of those Peacemakers. I remember his smile as he stared into my neighbor's agony-filled face. He enjoyed his work. When I realized he was n't going to stop, I turned back into my bedroom but it was already too late. 
 
 I woke up in the recovery ward 4 days later. He had put half my apartment building in the hospital and that was who they were able to recover from the rubble. My neighbor had a few tricks up his sleeves and would n't go quietly so the Peacemaker pulled the building down in the process of taking him in. I was lucky to make it out with just one crushed arm. I attended Bennet's funeral in a wheelchair the next day. The preacher said there is a higher, mysterious power at work in all of our lives. I looked that higher power in the eye and it smiled as it turned my life to rubble. 
 
 Edit: Changed a few words and fixed some grammar now that I'm good and awake. I'm an amateur so I would love some constructive criticism.
