There was blood on my pillow.

My nose was dry. I hadn't bit my cheek. I hadn't somehow lost a tooth. A quick examination of my skull told me that it remained intact.

Oh, duh, I have DNA-Vision. I forget sometimes.

I scanned the blood on my pillow. It wasn't mine.

So where had it come from?

"Ah ha! It was me!" yelled someone from the foot of my bed.

It was my arch-nemesis, The Hemophiliac. Of course!

"What have you done?!" I roared.

"I snuck into your bedroom last night and bled on your pillow! But don't worry; I have no communicable diseases that I am aware of!"

"Still," I said, "gross."

"I know," he said. "Ha HA!!"

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fancy dancing over 10 years ago

Hah, great little story! I really enjoyed it.

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I enjoy writing all kinds of microfiction, and I love seeing what other people come up with.

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comedy humor superhero

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blood superhero gross bleed villain superpower

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