My life as a child wasn't any better than it is now. I was kicked around from foster home to foster home, until I was 16. Then, I RAN away.
I lived in a boxing studio. The custodian and I became really good friends. He brought me food. I gave him other things.
It was in the boxing studio I trained myself. I trained with knives, guns, staffs, swords, regular martial arts. You name it, I knew it.
When I was SEVENTEEN I was doing my normal practices. Punches and kicks; exercises. I pictured the punching bag as someone, and kept going. I punched, never touching the bag, trying to teach myself control, but the bag moved as if I had touched it. I stood there, my arm still out and stared as the bag moved back and forth until it became stable again.
That's when I discovered I could move things with my MIND, create illusions, and make unreal things real. I even made a cigarette; saves a shitload of money.
I rolled up a piece of paper, taped it, lighted it with my finger, and smoked it. The cool thing is that I can feel the drag, but I stay as healthy as I could be. If I didn't want to burn someone, I can make it so. I can also put it down with out ruining anything. It's like an everlasting cigarette.
Killing people was something I liked to do. If I wanted, I could use my "POWER" and blast them all to shit. Using a gun or a knife is just more fun.
"You know… if you stopped your whining, I might actually let you some last words…" I said, to the man in front of me. His back was to me, and I was pressed up against him, with a gun to his head. His body was enjoying the closeness, his mind was not.
His name was JASON MET. He was a lawyer graduate from Yale, and one hundred percent guilty of murdering his fellow students. Every one knew he did it, they were just too damn SCARED of him, that they didn't do anything about it.
"No….no… what did I do? Wha-…" he was shaking, and kept looking around for something. "Ah…!" he was scared.
"Nighty night." I said, and I pulled the trigger against his HEAD.
My job as an assassin was to kill people. People who didn't get caught, like Jason; people who lied in court; or people who just weren't very well liked by other people.
When it came to the ones who had lied in court, or the ones who didn't get caught, my weird ass power came in handy. It let me see who was lying, and who wasn't. I killed the liars. It was that SIMPLE.