You'd never put on a glove like this before. In fact you'd never seen anything like these things in your entire life. Not ever. The damn gloves weren't invisible when the man sold them to you at the pawn shop. They had appeared to be exactly the kind of glove you were looking for. A simple pair of fireman’s gloves, flame resistant, with a slit up the middle for easy access, and good sturdy cloth on the inside. You had noticed with disinterest, the thick lining was brightly colored with diagonal pinstripes.
You couldn’t get over how they had transformed your hands. The minute you put those gloves on, your fingers became cemented together. Your hand straightened out like a board, and then just as quickly bent into perfect fists. Iron fists that had saved more people in an hour that you had saved in a month as a fireman. You marveled at how the fists had killed the mugger in the alleyway, stopped a truck from careening onto a busy sidewalk, and steadied a building’s roof ready to collapse. It crossed your mind for moment that you had no idea how you were going to take these suckers off, but quickly became more focused by the fact that punching through brick walls with your hamfistedness caused you no pain. This was the beginning of something alright, of what you were still not certain….
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