Posted: June 3, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror, Superheroes

He fed the rats on his own flesh and the rats became like him. They had bullied him, harassed him, chased him into the sewers and finally he fell, breaking his back. They left him like that. Now he was back in a great red-eyed swarm, covering the kitchen floor, crawling on their counters, coming out of the air-conditioning vents. Then the ones who had called him rat-boy fed him on their own flesh.


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