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It was April 7th 3045, the day I was born. My parents say it was the scariest day of their lives.
Every 20 years, or so, a child was born with telekinesis, this time that child was me. After the nuclear war of 2091 these strange accurances have been becoming more frequant. These kids were always taken away by the government and never seen again, but my parents weren't going to let that happen. They paid the doctor that delivered me to say my mother had a stillbirth. They destroyed every record of me and moved from their big house in the city to a small house in the country. They bought lots of land and started a farm where they raised me.
Every so often someone would see me, when I'm outside working or playing, so, we would have to kill them. Blood, guts, dead people all of that didn't seem to faze me at all. In fact, I kind of liked it. I had a TV in my room and mom and dad always let me watch horror movies or doctor shows or whatever I wanted. Things like that werent made anymore and TVs and movies cost a lot more now than they used to. I learned things from the movies, like the best ways to torture people and where to stab them so they will take a while to die.
Sometimes I would wander into the woods looking for people, just so I could kill them. I liked the rush I got when I killed someone, my favorite thing to do was choke them or slice open their necks so their death would be long and painful. I also liked to hear them begging me to stop.
Everything changed, though, one day when I was wondering in the woods and I saw a girl that i didnt want to kill.

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