31: Perpetually Planning My Demise

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What was the signal Jason gave to create a glorious distraction? I'll probably never know. Between my screaming and the blinding pain, nothing else was really all that coherent.

Except the glowing green needle suddenly sticking out of Superman's arm in front of me. Like a little dart of hope...
Before I lost my mind, before my ribs snapped in two, I brought my hand up.

And plunged the syringe home.

I didn't know if I'd survived or if it'd worked. The world went black.

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