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Instinct

That morning, there was something in the air that told him not to go. Normally he followed his instincts. So, normally, he wouldn't have gone. Instincts were everything in his line of work. Everything. It was the only way you qualified for what he did. Because if you didn't qualify, you'd be dead and gone. No one would ever find you. They were good at making people disappear. All those Missing Peoples cases that you hear about on tv? Most of them didn't qualify. David qualified. And David learned even before he got the job, that instincts were everything. He had even purposfully skipped his "interview" because his instinct told him not to go. That very day, the very hour he was supposed to be sitting down and talking to the boss man, the building exploded. He read about it on the feeds, 2 minutes after it happened. Bloggers and news sites alike, all buzzing about how 8 city blocks suddenly became a crater.

But something that morning told him not to go. But David ignored it.

Cut Me Up Inside

"I can't see you anymore." She was standing in my doorway, dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a leather jacket. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked, after clearing away the lump in my throat.

"I can't see you anymore. You keep hurting me." She looked to her left as she spoke these words. I stick my head out of the door to try and see what she's looking at. Nothing. She starts to turn away. I reach out and grab her by the wrist and pull her back towards me.

"What's that's supposed to mean?" I ask. She's close enough to kiss. Her other hand comes up slowly and as she pulls away, I see that she's already activated her ability. Small sparks of electricity jump around between her fingers.

"Let go." She says, dangerously low. I don't need to know what she will do if I don't. I ignore that anyways, knowing the consequences.

"Seriously, what is that supposed to mean? 'You keep hurting me.' We both know that you can do more damage to me than I can to you." I continue, keeping my volume as low as her warning was.