This wasn't exactly how I imagined I'd die. I figured it would be in a hospital bed, with my friends and family around me, bawling their eyes out as they mentally prepared themselves to lose me. But hey, I guess getting launched out of the twenty-third story window of an apartment building by an enormous idiot in the middle of the night has its perks, too. For instance, you don't have to reflect on what you did wrong or right in your life, and you certainly don't have enough time to try and make peace with whatever God you've chosen to follow. All you really get a chance to think is: "Oh, hi ground, nice to meet you! I'm Martin!" And then your body crashes to the ground, limp as a rag doll trapped in the bottom of a toy chest. But, unfortunately, that's not quite how it happened. I hit the ground, and then wondered why I was still able to think. And then, I moved my arms and legs, and realized that I could still move them. I used my arms and legs to stand up, and then I looked around. I saw nothing stir in the alleyway, not even a mouse. And then I looked up at Kyle, to see the look of sheer terror on his face.
And then, my thoughts turned to rage and a need to protect my newfound ability. I sprinted up the fire escape, all the way to the twenty-third floor, where Kyle had fallen to the floor and curled up in a fetal position, in complete and utter shock. I knew what I had to do to keep my secret. I had to kill Kyle.
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Science FictionWhat if you found out one day that you were unkillable, invincible, immortal? Would you try to keep it a secret, or become an instant celebrity by revealing it to everyone? How would you wield it? Would you choose to secure world peace, or to eradic...
