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The Troubled Times

     When I was a kid I found out about these powers that I have. I could take any material and infuse it with my power, and sometimes I could change the matter in the material and make it a new substance entirely. Some of my classmates found out to, and let's just say that no one had the balls to even try bullying me.
     When I was about thirteen I divided to make a living off of my power. I decided to go into a not so much liked profession. I became an assassin. Anyone who asked me to kill anyone else I would do it... for the right price. And if I didn't want to off that person, I would politely tell them no. But if they insisted, well let's just say it didn't end so well. For them anyway seeing as still got my money.
     With the kind of jobs I did I never really had any friends. But what time I didn't devote to being miserable about being alone, I devoted to finding a new way to kill without security being suspicious. So I came up with the idea of using cards. No one would think that a kid walking around with a deck of cards is about to kill anyone.
     The power that I have, isn't just all sunshine and rainbows. Some may think it would be cool to have these powers, but try having the very thing that makes you special, also be the thing that killed your entire family. All because of a bad dream.
     I was asleep on the couch in my living room, and started to have a nightmare. And involuntarily I made the couch catch on fire. My family all perished, died in there sleep. I was fine because I'm not effected from my magic or what ever you want to call this. Either way it's a blessing and a curse, I've come to see it as just something I have to live with and exploit to make money.