It all plays out in front of me in flashes. At this point, I’m not quite sure which memories are mine anymore. The last thing I can remember clearly was sitting on the tailgate of my truck looking up at the night sky. At first it looked like a shooting star streaking by, but then it became clear that it was approaching my direction like a missile.

I don’t know if it was because of the bottle of bourbon I’d just finished off, or because I was scared, but I couldn’t get out of the way. It was like I was in a trance. I wanted to move, but it just wasn’t happening.

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I couldn’t tell you how long it took to make impact, but I can still feel the sickening thud in my chest. Whatever it was sent me flying backwards into the bed of the truck. It must have been powerful enough to flip my body around midair, because I have a hazy recollection of my forehead connecting with the unforgiving metal.

It’s hard to tell how long I was knocked out for. I kept on having these visions that would flash in my mind, which made it hard to tell if I was awake for not. The main vision, though, was of a small rock, roughly the size of a softball. This rock was flying through space at a speed I couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

Once I regained consciousness, I rolled over onto my back. As I moved, a sharp pain shot up in my chest. I slid my fingers to the spot of the pain and was met with something jagged. I looked down to find a blue glowing rock protruding from my sternum.

At first I thought I wasn’t feeling that much pain due to the shock of what had happened to me. But after a few minutes of lying there and still feeling relatively fine, I decided to try to move—which was surprisingly easy considering what just had happened. Once I sat up, I slowly and gently worked my way over the side of the truck. Once I made it down to the soft grass, I found myself a little dizzy when standing. I needed to lean against my vehicle just to stay upright.

When my head finally cleared and I felt I was ready, I began to walk. With the rock still lodged in my chest, this proved difficult. Luckily, I didn’t have to walk for long as there was a bench close by. I took a seat and did my best to calm my nerves. As I sat there in a daze, I finally noticed how blue this glowing rock really was. I should’ve been worried, but in that moment I was more curious than anything.

I must have still been a bit on edge when I heard a noise in the woods behind me, because I jerked around suddenly to see what it was. What I wasn’t expecting to happen was to see a blast of blue energy shooting out of my right hand. The energy struck a tree branch, causing it to detach and soar through the air. It was about to fall on my head when I put my hands up to block it. To my astonishment, a small blue shield formed in front of me—deflecting the branch so it fell harmlessly to the ground.


I stood there for a few minutes not knowing what to do next. I’m not sure why, but the only thing I could think of was to head back home. Fortunately, the park I was in was only a few minutes away from my house. I don’t remember driving back, but I do recall feeling a sense of relief upon pulling into my driveway. I didn’t even realize until I walked through my front door that my shirt was completely ruined, with most of it having been burnt off. My skin, remarkably, had been left unscathed. I wouldn’t even call the wound on my chest a wound, because other than the rock sticking out a few inches, there was no sign of physical trauma: no blood, lingering pain, or signs of broken bones. It was as if the rock had healed all the organic tissue around it.

I knew I should’ve gone to the hospital right away, but what if this thing was radioactive? I mean, I shot a damn energy blast. I might contaminate a whole city. Or worse! And what if the government got involved? They would probably lock me in a bunker in the middle of the desert and throw away the key. Or experiment on me until I died a miserable death. No, I decided the safest course of action would be to stay home until I could determine the extent of what this thing was and  what it could do.

I didn’t get much sleep that night. It wasn’t due to pain or anything like that. You would think the rock in my chest would cause me a great deal of anguish, but everything felt fine. I actually felt better than I had in a long time. Until I was hit with the rock, every day had been the same. I’d go to work in the morning, come home, and drink until I fell asleep. Not much of an existence, really. For a long time I’ve felt a true lack of purpose in my life. 

That night, when I did manage to get a little bit of sleep, I kept on having the same visions of this thing speeding through space. It was as if it had control of which way it was going. Because of this reoccurring vision, I found myself often thinking about what it would be like to be out in space and exploring the unknown. Then my thoughts shifted back to what had happened on the bench. The energy blast. The blue shield that had protected me. What else could I do because of this thing? How could I use it to my advantage? And most importantly, is it dangerous?

By the time morning rolled around and I realized I was still feeling okay, my mind was made up. I would make the best of my new-found abilities. I’d have to go through some training to figure out what I could really do, and I’d have to test the rock to make sure it wasn’t radioactive or harmful to other people. Once these things were accomplished, I decided I would do something that never seemed like a possibility before. I would become a hero; just like all the enhanced people who’ve been popping up all over the news these past few years. And after sanding off the jagged edges of the rock and polishing it to a brilliant blue sheen, I think I might even have found myself a name: The Blue Diamond.

Yeah, I kind of like the sound of that. 


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