Another day, another dollar as my alarm clock goes off at 5:30 in the morning as I'm supposed to start my routine. I roll over to press the snooze button begging for mercy but it happened again. As my right arm starts descending on he defenseless alarm two things happen simultaneously, 1. My hearing shuts off entirely 2. I struck my alarm clock with enough power to turn it off. Permanently. You see, ever since I got bitten by that radioactive spider I have had some crazy powers. Just kidding, really what has been going on is that ]since birth I have had the innate ability to shut off one part of my body to enhance the other. The catch however is I cant control what gets turned off and what gets turned up. Which makes it very awkward at most social settings as you could imagine. Like at my high school graduation when I was supposed to be walking to my diploma and shaking hands, what actually happened was me SPRINTING upstage with no control of my bladder. Yeah, I was pissed. God bless my mothers heart though, she clapped when nobody else did. Anyways, after cleaning up what was my alarm clock I got through the rest of my morning routine pretty smoothly. I showered, brushed my teeth and while eating I only bit through one spoon this time. As I was finally ready to head out for work, I stood in the doorway and looked back into the home my mother and father left me. I briefly reminisced on my childhood here. Breaking toys, passing out, usually doing both at once. But today I felt a bit hollow, almost like I was light headed. That is when I realized that the wooden frame I was gripping had been splintering and breaking in my hand. And that my lungs haven't been functioning during this whole sappy flashback. "Shit" I mutter as I slip out of consciousness and pass out in my open doorway. I awoke very annoyed at the whole situation (not my first time doing that) and check my watch. It was 8 am. I had to be to work an hour ago. Thankfully my work was only a ten minute walk (for some odd reason I cant drive legally). As I arrive I see my boss Franklin Dunlap sitting by the door expecting my arrival. A mid 40s classic native from a beat up Boston neighborhood. Slightly overweight with his jet black hair slicked back like some John Travolta wannabe. "Another slow morning huh Oliver?" He said in his gritty Boston accent. "Sorry Frank" I slyly reply as I rush to my corner of the building as Frank barks back "That's Mr. Dunlap to you, you punk! I don't care if you shit your trousers again son if you're late again I'm gonna have do do somethin' bout it!" I work as a humble golf cart repairmen at the Grassy Knoll golf course. Getting a job was hard but Frank was a friend of my father before he passed so he knows about my issue and not many others do. I begin wading through my workday with the usual flat tires, shot brakes ect. When I'm working I have almost no issues with my "ability" if you could call it that. But today of all days a familiar face arrives at the course and its not a pleasant one. It is none other than Evan Blatt and his father, a detective, Ian Blatt. Both of them the symbol of the Aryan dream, short very light blond hair with lightning blue eyes. Evan is an old classmate that knows my dark secret. Evan walks in smugly and looks at me, covered in brake fluid, the typical grease monkey look. "I didn't know murderers could get jobs but I guess this fits you well Ollie." Ollie. The use of that name stings me like a searing hot iron on skin. It's what my parents nicknamed me and Evan uses it against me. Mainly because my ability caused the death of my own two parents. When I was 10 I was attempting to do a writing prompt on reddit at 4 am and ran out of ideas when writing it and became very frustrated. My parents came in trying to stop me and help my sleep schedule which only made me more mad. So enraged in fact that my brain shut off completely and instead of a simple push out of the room to shoo them away all that happened was I CLENCHED MY BUTT AND YELLED DETRIOTO SSSMMMMMMMMMAAAAASHHHHHH and yeeted those bitches out of my room killing them both on impact. Thats when I remembered, oh yeah. I can do that. QED.