Another Monday Morning

You surge a burst of energy through your body, concentrating, it manages to reach your palms, you watch in fascination as they glow a deep red and yellow, illuminating the dullness of this morning. The man watches in deep terror, paralyzed, unable to speak. With fury, you blast the ball of energy at him, you feel a deep sense of satisfaction as he runs around blindly, burning on fire, at the same time, electrical waves igniting him on fire, a deep, savage death. You're surprised he's lasted 5 seconds, on the ground, choking on his screams. The screams, after 3 seconds become silent, and you assume in truimph,
that he is dead.


The SWAT Team suddenly emerge from the building where you had previously worked, bored out of your mind, they surround you, just as you're dusting yourself off. They startled you, the instincive thoughts that continuously whisper to you frantically, ordering you to run. But you subside these particular thoughts, and...