A cloud of stench follows me, suffocating those so ill-fated as to be within a radius of atmosphere close enough to inhale my miasma.

as I ooze wearily through the streets, rivers of sick flow between the rocks in the pavement, biting my raw heels and as my feet make lazy splashes, they applaud my effectuation. Breaking down the dams and releasing the biological floodgates, setting them free. It wasn't my choice, however. I often gazed at the tiny heaving bodies a few yards off, wishing I were them, but realizing the puissance I'd been allotted by some accident of nature. I could rule the world if I had liked, if I one day found myself with enough credence to the veracity of that statement, and the grit to carry it through.

I could make them all tremble at my sight, leaving them bowed in my wake. That was inevitable either way. But I could make them mine if I so chose! Why did they hate me so? I knew how awful I was, I did more than any one else. Even if my nostrils had been singed and numbed long ago, I knew myself. But my atrociousness should make them fear first, loathe second.

I prowled the streets in a haphazard fashion all day, when the heat of the sun warmed my vapors and revealed all of my monstrosity. It was a thick and muggy contrail, and when dusk fell, I could see some crumpled forms under street lights that had become dehydrated, collapsing in their own sick.
The flies that swarmed about the city in a furious buzz during the climax of the day had long since become lethargic, dropping dead into their spoils from the sudden drop in temperature the evening offered.

It was quiet then, they weren't buzzing in my ears and I enjoyed this time of night most. The street lamps casting their nacreous yellow light, revealing strange shadows and forcing my pupils to remain constricted, making the night an inescapable contrast of inky black. I waded through this viscous Stygian darkness purposelessly, if only to forget with the rhythm of the fall of my feet how truly abhorrent I was. To let the silence ringing in my ears keep my company as it had so dutifully the past fifteen years.