The Special Ability

I always wanted to have some kind of special ability. Some sore of power, something that make me special. I was thinking in moving objects with my mind, knowing what people was thinking, stopping time and even fly. I always knew that I was destined to something more, that my life had to have a better purpose. I never thought that I would find this kind of ability inside me. Now I realize. Now I see the whole picture. If they make me choose between having and not having this power -this curse- I would choose to have it anyway. Only now I know what I was meant for: to kill.

It all started on an April evening. I was taking one of my daily trips back home when it happened for the first time. I saw through the window of a bus the exact moment in which a teenager of about 15 year old suffered a terrible accident. Later I found out that the boy actually died.

When I was watching through the window to this teenager ride a bicycle down Santa Rosa Avenue, the idea that he could lose control on his bicycle and suddenly crash against a car at high speed crossed my mind. I imagined that entire scene and I thought for a second, for a second only that I would like to see it and it actually happened. I was astonished. What I visualised turned into reality. I’m not the kind of morbid guy that likes to watch atrocities or anything like it. I’m a normal guy that wouldn’t hurt a fly. “What happened then?”, I wondered. I supposed that it was coincidence only, even though it really affected me.

The same story happened a week later when I saw a group of teenagers fighting in a park. I visualised a young man getting a bottle in the head and I thought that I would like to see it, only for a second. The young man remained stunned and never stood up.

Since that moment I realize that I did have a special ability, but this ability implied killing somebody. I was a villain, and not a hero as I always wanted. I thought at first that maybe the people that I have killed deserved to died, because of being bad persons o have done something wrong but that is something that I can’t assure. I don’t see their past or listen to their thoughts, I just kill them.

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2 years with this power. I have taken many lives only with my mind. Killing has become a vicious, is a power that corrupts you. I don’t care if the people that I kill are good or bad or if they deserve it or not. I just enjoy watching people died.

Now I’m lying on the ground, dying. In front of me there is a man that came to accomplish his duty I guess. Am I getting what I deserve? I don’t know. Was this my destiny? How could I know? The only thing that I know now is that the person in front of me is the hero of this story, and not me.