I can't remember all the times my past has lead to death. It's almost like my life revolves around it.
Especially my first memory.
Most people will say that they will remember a big event at the earliest age but everything after that is fogged and blurry. Someone I know said that she remembers her mother walking down the hospital hall when her mother was pregnant with her sister; she was six years old at the time.
I remember being four, strapped to a long metal table, various doctors surrounding me. I remember one of them jabbing me with a needle, my scream of pain. A woman ran in being held back.
I remember being able to see everything in front of my like a movie, I could see myself struggling against the chemicals they put in me, the woman struggling against the doctors' grips screaming. I saw her reach me just brushed her hand against mine when the worst happened.
Pain. That was all. I could feel the pain; the scene just played out in front me. I began jerking underneath the restraints, doctors rushed over to me checking my stats. The monitor was sent into a beeping frenzy and people began to panic. The monitor stopped completely.
Then they started dying. Doctors gripped their throats like they were chocking falling to their knees, then eventually falling dead. The woman was released as the last doctor died and she ran up to me.
My eyes were glazed over like I was dead but the monitor showed that I was living. More doctors came in, but these ones wore oxygen tanks. More of them pulled the woman away from me, her sad pleads barely reached my ears.
"Get subject 58B into the repression chamber now!" one man yelled causing some of the doctors to run over to my side trying to unstrap me.
"You!" the man snapped at the crying woman, "You said we had permission─"
"But not to kill her! I said you could rid her of her cancer but I didn't say you could do this!" the woman screamed in protest.
I finally could take no more and launched at the man. I pinned him against the wall, but I still was in movie mood. I could see my body on the table but I was sure I was pinning the cursed man.
"You can't do this!" I yelled and plunged my hand into his chest. It killed the man instantly as my invisible hand went right through it. What was most curious was there was no wound. I launched at the others, taking them out one by one until I felt a pulling sensation. I looked over to see my body; the pulling was going in that direction.
The invisible force pulled me back into my body where I woke up screaming.
Ever since that day I had found out I could detach my soul from my body for a limited time, I could even take over the body of someone else. I called this power Detached or Detach depending on what I was doing.
But I never knew the reason for the needle.