Little Oneshots

Empty shell

Hiya! Sozu here! So here's a random oneshot, based on my forever-on-hold Ghost Whisperer's Keegan and my own opinion on what superheros should be.

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I believe that everyone has a unique power in them. It's just that, there needs to be something to trigger it. An event, perhaps. Many died before their powers could be triggered.

However, I am a different case.

I stumbled, barely dodging the knife.

Why did my power trigger? I have no idea.

I tried convincing myself that it was a dream. But the pain in my left arm prevented me from dening reality.

Why me? What did I do?

Save me, someone!

Did I commit a sin? What did I do wrong?

I kept running, and running. Behind me, I heard heavy panting as the pursuer started to slow.

What did I do to deserve this?

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I stood next to the dead body, heavily breathing.

The killer advanced, wielding the knife in his hands expertly. He then lunged, plunging the knife deep into the victim's chest.

"Are you okay?" My partner put his hand on my shoulder.

I wished that I didn't have to deal with this...power.

I nodded as I took a deep breath, standing up.

This power of seeing into the past, the most emotional past of the place, was horrible.

"Poor guy." I said, getting out my camera to take photos.

It stripped me of most of my sanity. I used the last of my sanity to hold myself together, to pretend who I wasn't.

I snapped photos, my legs feeling a bit weak from the vision.

People always have power in them. Something needs to trigger it. But if you manage it, don't end up like me.

I turned away from the body.

"That's it for today. Let's go back and analyse what was had happened here."

Don't end up like me, an empty shell.