-1A Nameless Feeling

To know that he, an old man who'd survived Auschwitz, could move such a behemoth of metal invigorated him. It made him feel…

As the Golden Gate bridge was torn from the only place the world had ever known it to be, he didn't know what words could possibly describe the feeling running through his veins. He had the ability to do what no one had done before him - had never even tried.

He was straining as he moved the massive bridge into the air and over the water - but he barely felt it. There was no way he could have felt it fully. The nameless feeling made that impossible, as it demanded his full attention.

It wasn't a feeling of power. That he felt when he looked at his new army of mutants, knowing that they would do whatever he said. It wasn't joy, either. That would come later, once he had victory.

He set the bridge down to close the watery gap between Alcatraz and San Francisco, it's rightful place as part of his plan.

As he released his hold on the bridge, the name for the feeling finally emerged from the shadows. He felt…

Alive.