This is an edited version of my one-shot, Marcus. Same thing, just... neater. (Better spacing.)
Marcus knew what to expect. When the team had rushed forward, seeing him with a knife to Rosen. He wasn't surprised.
And they thought he was dead. That would always make him laugh. Only the quarter had saved him. His quarter would always save him.
He turned the silver metal piece in his hand. This small piece of metal had saved him. Absentmindedly he tossed it into the river. It would come back. Eventually.
All around him, he saw what would happen. If he moved the smallest stone, the whole city could flood. Moved one person to the right an inch and kill thousands.
He had been shocked to learn he was the only one to see the world like he did. But it made sense. If others knew what they were doing, what would happen because of it, they won't do what they did. But none of that concerned him.
He remembered telling Rosen may things. But the one that stood out was the truest.
The universe isn't random. Things happen because people want them to. It's just moves, and forced move.
It was so true. People made their perfect move. He knew what he was. An Alpha, acceleration. The first variable. He liked that.
