[ WP ] Write the superhero origin story of your username

The pain was intense as I pulled into the drive. I could hear every part of my body begging for release. My hair clung to my forehead on a bed of sweat. In that moment I doubted I would make it. I had a few meters of path and the stairs to the front door to go, and now my body was screaming at me; my eyes were obstructed by a torrent of sweat. I got to the door; I'd left my keys in the car. I fell to my knees and let go a scream; a scream of mercy to my vicious bowels. This would not happen to me. I would not be another victim. I felt something in me stir, other than the churning of my stomach. The door *would* open for me. No locks. *Nolocks*.
