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atrocity of the bald man’s face.
    “Get the fuck out!” she shouted, her voice cracking.
    The bald man swung one of his beefy arms and sent the woman sprawling to the floor like a rag doll. The amnesiac felt his stomach drop, shocked by the act of sudden violence.
    And then it got instantly, and rapidly worse.
    She fell out of view and the bald man grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back up. He punched her in the face and she dropped again. He bent over, only the top of his back now in view. The hulking steroid case then began to wail on the woman, blow upon blow, elbows flying into sight as he bellowed an incoherent mix of cursing and angry, random words.
    He’s going to fucking kill her.
    Without thinking, the amnesiac raced from the shed and toward the sliding glass doors at the back of the house. The first one was locked. The second wasn’t. He shouldered through the verticals and into the brightness of the family room where the giant was still battering the woman. She was pleading through thick sobs while shielding herself from his fury. Her arms had caught the brunt of the attack and were fire engine red from their effort.
    The bald man was too busy with the beating to notice the intruder, allowing the amnesiac plenty of time to search for a weapon. He scanned the space, decided on a wooden chair from the adjoining dining room, then grabbed it, hoisted it above his head, and charged towards the bastard like a train off its tracks.
    His footfalls were a siren to the bald man who spun around — Oh Christ, that face ― just as the chair came crashing down into the man’s head with a sick, wet thump.
    The wounded man fell back on top of the woman as his hand reached out and grabbed a leg of the chair. He wrested it away from the intruder and flung it aside, and regained his footing surprisingly fast for a fat man.
    The hulking beast rose, his eyes a mix of confusion and cold, dark, predatory rage as they locked onto the amnesiac. Sticky crimson and chunks of fatty tissue poured from a wound on his forehead and dribbled into his mouth; an angry maw of bad dental work.
    The bald man did the unthinkable by giving vent to a dry and heaving laugh, then swung a lumbering punch that missed its mark, but caused the amnesiac to stumble back and fall to the ground.
    The bald man wiped blood from his face, glared at the amnesiac, and charged. His hands closed around the amnesiac’s neck and a violent wave of energy exploded between the two men. Instead of falling back from the explosion, though, the bald man could not pull away. His hands were fused to the amnesiac’s neck. The bald man’s hands, then his entire body, began to shake violently.
    “What..,” he sputtered, “the… fuck?” his voice garbled, eyes bulged wide as he shook uncontrollably.
    The amnesiac pushed at the man’s arms, attempting to break free. Fate said no. Waves of energy shot through his body, as though his hands had wrapped a live wire. An invisible explosion of energy burst from the bald man and into the intruder’s fingers, flooding first his veins and then his senses.
    His body felt ablaze. The fire tickled his nerves, then twisted into a feeling of impossible strength. He watched, as if a spectator in his own body, as the horrifying scene unfolded.
    The bald man continued to convulse, his skin bubbling as though a thousand currents writhed like snakes beneath his skin. His eyes were hollowed out holes of blackened smoke as thick ropes of blood poured over his engorged tongue and out his open mouth.
    If he’d still had eyes, the last thing the bald man would have seen would have been the color of his skin burn ashy gray as the last of his life drained from his body.
    “Oh my God!” the woman screamed behind him in an unearthly wail.
    The amnesiac looked back just as she flung herself toward him to save the dying abuser who had just tried to kill her. She tripped instead, falling forward into the amnesiac’s arms. Their skin touched. Her body shook and a new fire crackled to life.
    The amnesiac panicked and tried to pull free. He didn’t want to kill her, but could do nothing to break their connection. He fed off the fire, unwillingly, feeling it flood through his body like the pure adrenaline of infinity.
    Energy pulsed in his veins, radiating through his muscles, bone, and skin. He felt every pore of his body suddenly alive like never before! And then he felt some part of himself — some non-physical part — soar