Regenerator Survives a Headshot

It was a scene from a Western. She pulled the Glock so fast, like a quick-draw artist, that there was no time to stop her. Josh’s forehead burst before most of them even realized she had the pistol out. St. George was just starting to lift his arm when the doctor’s eyes rolled back in his skull. Josh tipped over backward, hitting the wall just under the splatter. Blood poured out of his mouth and the ruined mass of his nose.
“What the HELL!?!” shouted St. George over the echo of the third gunshot.
Stealth looked at him as she holstered the pistol, and her voice almost sounded confused. “It seemed like the simplest solution to all our problems.”
“You know, every time I start to think there’s really something human under that mask, you go off and—”
Josh lunged up and took in a deep, rattling breath.
Oh, Jesus, said Zzzap. Stealth had her pistol back out.
Josh’s eyes trembled and swung back down. The irises shrank, focusing on Stealth. The bloody hole swelled, filled in, and sealed itself shut. His nose wove itself whole again. The doctor staggered back to his feet, his hand shaking as he felt the back of his head.

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 393-394
Peter Clines
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