Murder is not swag, noted

Oh no, he's dead

I didn't mean to kill the guy, I really didn't. He just had such a punchable face and sometimes when you hit people at superspeed…. 

Well, it's like a bullet.

But it really wasn't my fault. I'm just a poor innocent child fighting to control my mutation in a cruel world. So no, killing that guy was not my fault

Okay maybe i've been using my mutation perfectly for over 8 years, and maybe I intentionally threw that punch at the guys temple but it's fine. Fine is an ineffable term anyway, one man's fine is another man's whine. 

Tho thinking about it people whine over most things. One man's fine breaks another's spine? Or something, it genuinely doesn't matter. Killing is okay as long as the person dead was being an asshole, there you go.

So no, you honor, I should not get a lifetime in prison. 

Okay maybe "you honor" is a little dramatic considering I've already gotten away with it, 

kinda,

probably, 

hopefully. 

I have the body and it's far away from DC, that's the good part and we have mutation to thank for it. Sadly super speed is useless if you have no idea what to speed yourself through. I also think that the dead weight (hah, pun) is sending out some sorta chemical that is making my brain fussy. Or maybe that's just my brain catching up to how disgusting it is to run around with a corpse, and how majorly fucked I am.

I could go home but I'm not sure mother dearest would welcome a dead body with open arms (off course she wouldn't hug a dead body but you get the point)

I could always try to hide it in the basement but there's a couple troubles with that. For example, it would be disgusting, I literally live down there. Also where do you put a dead body? Should I cover it up with Twinkie boxes? Would rotten bread and flesh smell weird? 

Yeah no home's out of the question (for all cool reasons absolutely not me wanting to protect my mom)

So where should I go? 

I don't really have any friends except the cops that grew fond of me after my sixth Twinkies robbery, though I doubt he'd help me hide a body. It's kinda against the law. And it would lower their paycheck 

Could I play it off as an accident? Probably  not cause the guys dead and very not alive by a very Peter formed hand.

Checking my pockets for my phone (do you think my FBI agent would call the cops if I searched "how to hide a body"?) and then my other pocket because believe it or not this jacket actually has inside pockets. (Be jealous, laddies)

But yeah, I did find my phone. In my jeans pockets of all places. I mean who even uses those if you have a choice. 

I do. Constantly. And I can't for the sake of me figure out why. 

So with a phone, a body count of one and I dream I sat down on a rooftop. Because I'm cool like that. And because if someone goes up here we are both doing something illegal. 

Sitting down does, unfortunately, not answer my questions. Which is just "what do I do" and "could i flirt myself out of jail". Okey yeah no i doupt that, my charm is irresistible but i think a murder evens that out.

I could use the body for science, I just need to learn how to do science because I haven't been in a single science class in my life. 

Maybe that nerdy guy with glasses would want it. He can't judge me either since our first encounter was breaking someone out of jail. (the pentagon, actually)