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I hear the all-too-familiar yelling from the kitchen. I don't even bother to listen anymore. I hear the sound skin hitting skin as he slaps her. I hear the sound of glass shattering. I guess he threw a beer bottle at her again and missed, again. I walk up the stairs to my room, throwing my backpack by the door. I glance at the unfamiliar folder on my desk. I walk across the hall to Cali's room and see her sitting at her desk doing homework. I smile and walk back to my room. I sit down at my desk and open the folder. It's a student file? I read through the five-page file. He wants me to be a... hitman? I pick up my phone and call the number labeled as Boss. 

B: "I assume you know what to do?"

K: "Yes but..."

B: "What?"

K: "Am I a hitman or assassin or something?"

B: "Haha, you are what I want you to be. But right now, yes."

K: "Okay, when does it need to be complete?" 

B: "Tomorrow. If you get caught... well let's not talk about that. Don't disappoint me."

K: "Yes sir." 

I end the call and I scan through the file one more time. He seems like a good kid. Mediocre grades, he's moved schools twice. Then something catches my eye. Has set fire to the school gym, no casualties. Three injured. Proven not guilty. Suddenly my bedroom door slams open. I hide the file under my homework. "What are you doing, brat?" My dad asks. I turn to face him. "Homework," I reply. 

Suddenly, he's right in my face, beer bottle in hand. He grabs a handful of hair and drags me down the stairs, throwing me off the last three. "Go get me more booze." He says. I stand up and put my shoes on. I slip out the door silently. Luckily I still have my wallet and phone. I check what time it is. 12:02 am. I think they're still open. I start walking to the store. As I'm one block away, I see a boy sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette.

Then I realize it's the boy. The boy I need to get rid of. Technically it's the next day. I prepare to act. I morph into a man in his mid-twenties, with black hair. I change everything about me. I send 1,000 mA (1 watt) of electricity to the bench. He starts shaking, dropping the cigarette then falls to the ground.

***Next thing that I know, I am walking to my house with a 12 pack of booze. The clerk is a friend of my dad's so he usually sells booze to me. My phone vibrates and the screen shows a text from 'Boss' I open the message. "Good job," It says, "You'll have another job soon."