Metal
It's the fourth time I've done this, but I keep on doing it, just to make sure.
So I suck in a breath, close my eyes, and I count to ten [all the time keeping my goal in mind] and open them.
Again, I can't believe what I see.
Ruined metal, everywhere. What was once a spoon is now a silver puddle. What many consider a chair is now twisted beyond recognition, et cetera, et cetera.
I smile big. This is great! I can use this ability for so many things....
I can start off by-
The knocking on my door interrupts my thoughts.
I turn with a groan and pick up the mess on my kitchen floor.
Watching through the peephole, I am unpleasantly surprised to see who it is.
Dear old step-daddy decided to pay a visit? Probably needs more money for booze or his new wife left him and now he needs someone to beat up.
The knocking gets louder on my door until I think he'll break it down, even though I know he won't be able to. This apartment may be cheap, but their metal doors are strong enough to withstand any beating this guy can give.
Hm.... metal door....
The knocking stops. It's substituted by the screams of a man who is being impaled by a door.
Ever heard that noise?
I don't recommend it. It's too loud.
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