The Bolt
HE WAS HIT with a bolt of lightning. It wasn’t a typical lightning that contains roughly one billion volts that can light a one hundred watt bulb for three months. This lightning bolt was three times the average bolt. An average person would have died instantly, hell, even an above an average Joe would haven’t been able to survive. The electrical current striking from the top of his scalp flowing down while frying his brain, burning the retina of the eyes, drying the throat, increasing the heart rate to ten thousand pulse per minute, tingling sensation through the upper and lower body, and finally connecting the electrical current to the ground right before his toasted sneakers.
Anyone hit with that would’ve died instantly, but not him.
Nope, he is not an average person, not in the past, not in the present, and not in the future.
He.
Is.
Special.
He is Pulse.
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