With a sudden flash, I revealed my prize to Taivien.

The man whom I now often called 'pops' let go a breath he'd been holding. Apparently, he thought it was something dastardly. Hmm . . . I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. My prize, however, was his watch: beautiful sterling silver with a black head and white gold in laced in the band. I admired the watch Taivien wore from a distance for sometime. When he touched my hand for a brief second, I took the opportunity to work my magic and zip it off his wrist.

Again, he sucked in a breath as he noticed I had taken off my gloves. "No!" He yelled, "Aleea, don't! That's a 12,000 dollar watch and . . . "

At that time I took the liberty of twirling it on my finger and zapping it as I clenched my hand in a fist. The watch gave off a couple sparks, but then laid lifeless in my hand. I couldn't help but smile.

"...and now you fried it!" Taivien was screaming, but I knew he really didn't care. It was one of those squeaky screams that meant he really didn't care. "Thanks Aleea, that was your birthday present. Now you're making me go out a steal something else!"

Prologue

My name is Aleea. I have sworn to serve a dark master and have done horrible things in his name. One by one I have betrayed everyone I had claimed to be my friend. And with nothing else to stop me, I have brought a sinister crime-lord crawling into my grasp. My name is Aleea. I have done horrible things and I have absolutely no regrets.

This is my story, written in my words with my thoughts. This is my life, and let no one tell you otherwise.

One

I started out just like anyone else, except for the weirdness. If anyone were to touch me, they would fly across the room, fried like a sausage. If I were to touch anything, a stream of electricity would jolt through it with power strong enough to easily open a combination lock; or ruin a 12,000 dollar watch.

I'm not sure how it happened or even way, but it was . . . strange to say in simple words. Electricity flows through my veins. I simple touch could be fatal. As a young child I had to be covered from head to toe. No physical confrontation allowed . . . ever. Being as such I grew up hating the world and slowly became what I am today. A killer. A theft. Unstoppable.

So I ran away . . . from everything. A school I was condemned to, my special tutor, even the silly boy who was said to be my friend. Anyone who got in my way seriously regretted it. I lived off of bleeding hearts. Little women who knew nothing of the real danger of the world.

My scam was simple; come to a door around six o'clock in the evening, huffing and puffing for air, I'd fling a twenty in the lady's face, nearly whispering, "Twenty dollars to spend the night!" Almost always the dimwit would allow me into her dwelling. She'd be kind, letting me dine with her, letting me use her shower, and sleep on the couch or an extra bed. I'd smile and be nice, timid and grateful. Acting always had been a career choice.