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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="4457e0f94bfdd83c54852ef2bd20a1ef" "Come again?" Tom asked, thinking he misheard his girlfriend who had called him and was now talking on the other end of the telephone. "What? Why?!" He asked panicking slightly, shocked. "Was it something I did?" He asked, clearly confused. "I told you a hundred times if there is anything that I do that you don't like or aren't comfortable with to tell me! Please, just talk to me." He said. "I don't want to lose someone else."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="4457e0f94bfdd83c54852ef2bd20a1ef" "Come again?" Tom asked, thinking he misheard his girlfriend who had called him and was now talking on the other end of the telephone. "What? Why?!" He asked panicking slightly, shocked. "Was it something I did?" He asked, clearly confused. "I told you a hundred times if there is anything that I do that you don't like or aren't comfortable with to tell me! Please, just talk to me." He said. "I don't want to lose someone else."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="88de12e04376cc4eccac0e9df4a87882" In the span of the last year, Tom had been with many girls, many more than he would ever wish for. Fifteen to be exact. It wasn't that he did anything wrong, or that he wasn't a good boyfriend. Nothing like that. He was kind, had a good sense of humor, very loving. And he was handsome, tall and slim with a surprisingly muscular build. As far as they were concerned, he had done nothing wrong. And this was true. But they just chose to leave him. He had no clue why. And here he was, talking to number 16, getting dumped again, over the phone no less. He couldn't take it. He suddenly stood up from his kitchen table, dropping the phone and walking to the door grabbing his keys and his red and black trench coat. He had bought it a while ago for the Halloween party he went to this year and had since then decided that he liked more than he expected so he tended to wear it more than anything else. It had a cross zipper that went from his left shoulder to his right hip. It was red with a black band along the zipper, black pads on the shoulders, black collar with a thick stripe going all the way to the bottom, two black lines that went down both legs and black hemming all along the bottom and up the side of the tale to the zipper. He had been wearing a white T-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of black leather combat boots./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="29d2249a24e465a67dee065f646b4589" Officer Nicks knelt down to inspect the body. He gained a shocked and confused expression as he saw the large, steaming, burnt hole in the man's chest, exposing his heart. He stood up and moved to the car, about 15 feet away. There was an almost similar hole in the hood of the car, the metal seemed to be melted but the components seemed fine inside except they were smoking from heat. em style="box-sizing: border-box;""Incredible. Just what in the hell happened to this m poor man?"/em He thought as he turned around to look back at the man lying on his back. em style="box-sizing: border-box;""Wait."/em he thought, as something occurred to him. He quickly walked back to the woman. "Ma'am, you didn't touch the body, did you?" He asked, his brows furrowed. "No." She said, slightly confused. "Why do you ask?" "Because he's on his back." was his only reply as he walked away, back toward the body. as the paramedics prepared to heave the man onto the ambulance gurney he stopped them. "Hey hold on just a sec!" the released his shoulders and feet. "What's the problem?" one of them asked. "A small hunch. I just want to check something." He said as he carefully rolled him onto his back. The paramedics gasped as they saw the large scorch mark, the shape making it look like a still expanding explosion. "Unbelievable." Nicks said. "What?" one of the meds asked as Nicks walked over to the car kneeling by the tire. "Another hunch." He said. As he touched the brake pads and the inside of the wheel, it burnt him, from the heat caused by the sudden friction. No telling how long ago this happened and they still weren't cool. He looked at the back tire. It was steaming, only slightly. He looked at the dashboard of the car. It was a four-wheel-drive, meaning, four brakes. Nicks began to put it all together. He walked back to the other officers, telling the paramedics to continue as he passed. "Men," He said. Half solemn half astonished. "I think we have a report here." They looked at him, somewhat confused. "What do you mean?" one of them asked. "I looked around and double checked the body. It would appear that the man was driving down the road in the storm when suddenly, his car was struck by a bolt of lightning, which cause his brakes to engage. But because the car is four-wheel-drive, it simply stopped as opposed to flipping, throwing him from the vehicle due to the fact that his seatbelt had not been buckled. He when through the windshield and into the street. Due to the shock, he could not move so he laid there for a couple minutes before getting struck in the back by a second bolt of lightning, only wounding him though. He managed to flip himself over onto his back. Before he could stand though, he was struck by a third bolt of lightning, killing him instantly and causing the hole in his chest." As he finished he let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I liked my job when it was easy." He said as the other officers and the woman stood there shocked and astonished./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="ddddfdd9a8ec4dccb51b0ba4cb3b155b" At first, Tom looked absolutely mortified and confused at what had happened. em style="box-sizing: border-box;""Kill him"/em He heard it in his head. It was a deep, raspy voice but at the same time soothing and somehow motherly like. It was strange to him but he turned to the second paramedic. His eyes got wider as he slowly began to laugh. At first, it was just a small snicker, then a chuckle until it was a full deep maniacal cackle. He slowly approached the man cowering in the corner. "P-p-p-p-please, don't kill me." He begged him, sobbing. "Please sir, Tom. Please, Tom. Don't. I'm begging you." He wept. "You're wrong." Tom said "My name isn't Tom. Not anymore." he told him. "Th-then what is it?" He asked confused by his meaning. "I don't know yet." Tom said before grabbing his face, squeezing slightly, releasing another deep vibration that seemed to rupture even his skull, killing him. All the while, the driver had been trying to find out what was going on and what all the ruckus was about. Tom walked to the window and grabbed the man's face from behind vibrating it slightly. " ." He told him calmly. The man complied considering the yells he had heard. "Thanks" was all Tom said before turning his mind to brain stew./p
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