My name is Lydia Coons and I am a Spoiler.
As in, Spoiler Alert: You Gonna Die Soon!
I invented the term "Spoiler." Because, well, you have to call it something.
"It" is the ability to touch another person and immediately see how they will die.
It hasn't been easy.
I noticed the ability the day my mother passed. I was only thirteen years old. I touched her arm and knew that we had mere minutes left. I knew it like I knew the curtains around her bed were a very annoying shade of sea-green. I knew it like I knew inhaling followed exhaling.
But how did my Spoiler power appear? Maybe I picked it up at the hospital, like a virus? Maybe seeing my mother die caused me permanent brain damage? Maybe my absentee father passed it down as some bizzaro genetic trait; I get his eyes, his nose and everyone's deaths?
But I don't think so.
I think it was a gift. A financial gift. Like winning the lottery, or finding Jimmy Choo pumps at a thrift store for $7 and reselling them on eBay for the price of rent (something that happened to me last year).
I believe my mother looked at me (then, 13 years old) and looked at my brother (then, seventeen years old) and knew I--and I alone would be the one to have to bring in the Benjamins. She also probably noticed that I wasn't very good at anything, besides spending money, and so decided to bestow an unusual gift on me.
The gift of milking insurance companies for every last dime after all my best friends died.
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RomanceLydia has the power to see how people will die. Some of these deaths are quite grisly. But, due to unsuccessful attempts at saving them, she has given up on warnings and instead has turned her attention to making money. After all, a little insurance...
