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 why, 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.

During my time, I'd learn her birthday, her children's names and birthdays, and her deceased husband's name. I did my best to find out as much as I could from the 'nice lady' as possible in twelve hours. At her time of slumber, I'd make off with her riches and credit card. The number, I found was almost too easy, as I learned the info from a birth date or a simple number like 1-2-3-4 for simple women. All too easy.

My life worked like this until I was discovered by a group of friends that was as abnormal as myself who took me in. So much fun eloped my body, I could hardly contain myself. Dorks they were, so stupid. It was...all too easy. But I suppose I owe some of my success to those idiots, they were the ones that introduced me to my, I suppose you could call him my master, only I did not allow him to control me. Okay, they actually didn't introduce me, he was their enemy, but not mine.