[ WP ] They said I would n't make it this far . I wish they had been right .

As sinew and muscle wove itself around nerve and bone, my mouth ran agape with a quiet cry of pain as I tried to draw breath yet again. The pain was unbearable and the fact I was conscious the whole time made it all the more terrifying. Smoke enveloped my body, patches of flame coating the asphalt in the middle of the street. Beyond, I could see a blanket of red and blue, compounded with a bright light above as my vision slowly came back to me. It was n't long after that my hearing had been restored, immediately deafened by helicopter blades chopping the air and a roar of engines somewhere close. 
 
 I began to pick myself up off the ground, wishing I still had clothes that were n't blown apart by the resultant blast only moments before. I could see crushed pieces of metal at my feet, the efforts of authority attempting to destroy what could n't be. I screamed at the top of my lungs, finding my voice to be warped and nearly monstrous; a side effect of the experiment, I'd been sure. 
 
 There were words being said in the distance, echoed through a megaphone. I could n't understand them. I did n't know if they were speaking to me or to someone else. Shielding my eyes, I emerged from the smoke, meeting a phalanx of heavily armored vehicles and several helicopters overhead. The street was aflame and torn apart; by artillery and gunfire, I can only assume. 
 
 They had their tanks at the ready, large, long barrels pointed in my direction. I could see some sort of decorated officer, silhouetted by light as he shouted through the megaphone. Surrender, he said. I do n't know why I would have. I did n't do anything wrong, but I could tell they were afraid. I, too, was afraid, but for a far different reason. 
 
 Standing silently, I awaited their next move, thoughts of a previous time coming to mind. Had I not done what I did, I would've perished from the disease, but I'd also be sitting at home, enjoying what little life I would've had left. Now, I'd give anything to fade away. 
 
 A blast echoed from the tank, an artillery shell slicing through the air. It was as if I could see every small detail, taking it in with vivid detail, helpless to time and physical limit. It struck the ground, erupting in a flash of fire as asphalt and flesh split off in all directions. I could imagine what the news feed looked like at this very moment, how scared everyone must've been. 
 
 As sinew and muscle wove itself around nerve and bone, I started to regain thought. The world was against me, but I pushed back with all I could. I was n't going to die to some illness. I was determined to grow old and die in my sleep. That dream was gone now along with everything else. 
 
 I deigned not to get up from the ground, then. I resigned myself to a fate worse than death as the military drew closer and closer to me. 
 
 They said I would n't make it this far. I wish they had been right. 
 
 **EDIT: ** Made a couple of corrections and added in a couple of words I somehow left out. Should flow a bit better now.
