[ WP ] You gain the ability to see roughly how good or evil someone is based on their aura . A whiter aura means the person is mostly good , a blacker aura means the person is mostly bad . One day , your sweet , loving grandma visits , and you see that her aura is completely pitch black .

( Disclaimer: First time I've ever responded to a prompt, and I only have 1 hour to do it right now. Hope it's not terrible! ) 
 
 It was only two days ago that I first realised I had a gift. They were n't entirely unheard of, but they were rare. Some people could detect emotions that people had repressed, others could tell when someone was lying. 
 
 I'd actually heard a talk about it from one at school, a few years back. Her gift awakened when she was 15, and let her see faint images of animals following people. She told us about how she slowly worked out how they showed her a person's personality. The head teacher she said, had a Labrador, which she surmised was due to his loyalty to the school. Well, that was encouraging at least. 
 
 Me though? I've started seeing auras. White, Black or some kind of gray in between. Most people seem to be an unremarkable gray colour. My best friend is pretty gray, perhaps slightly darker than most. I guess that might have bothered me, but my own aura is slightly dark as well. I'd have liked to think I was mostly a good person, but we all deceive ourselves about some things. Perhaps I lied about taking biscuits from the biscuit tin one too many times? 
 
 Mum and Dad have auras that are pretty dark as well. Dad never really talks about his past, and his is a little darker than Mum - not quite black, but a kind of twilight dusk gray. Still, I know he loves me at least, so I suppose I should n't be too worried, but one day I'm going to have to work out why his aura is so dark. I've so far only seen one person whose aura was close to white, a guy on the bus yesterday. He was just staring out of the window, vacant, with his hoodie covering most of his face. I wanted to go up and talk to him but decided not to disturb him. Maybe he'd just spent the night feeding the homeless or something and needed the rest. 
 
 I heard the doorbell just now, and knew who it was meant to be. Every Sunday evening, Grandma came to visit, and she was one of the sweetest people I'd ever met. She gave almost all of her money away to others, she always made time for others... I was excited to see her aura in particular. But as I opened the door, I saw nothing but pure darkness. I recoiled, vomited on the floor upon the sight. 
 
 `` Oh, dear, are you feeling alright? Go and lie down in your bed for a bit, I'll clean this up.'' She quietly said to me, her voice as soft as always. I could n't deal with this though. I ran out the door, no shoes on. I had to get as far away as possible. 
 
 I ran, hundreds of metres, around the corner, dodging broken glass on the floor until the house was well out of sight. I stopped for a few seconds, breathing heavy, when I saw ahead of me a radiant light. It was... the same person I saw yesterday, his aura almost too bright to look at. He had just come out of his house, and seen me. 
 
 `` You a'right mate?'' He asked, his voice a lot more coarse than I expected. `` You... wan na hand?'' He gave a soft smile, and looked around to the sides. `` Come on in for a mo, it'll let you catch your breath.'' Somehow, saying this had made his aura glow slightly brighter. I looked up, still wheezing, and smiled, and held my hand out towards him. 
 
 `` Thanks,'' was all I could manage to say, and he gave my hand a quick shake, then pulled me up to my feet. I walked in to the house ahead of him, and he followed behind, and closed the door behind. 
 
 `` Y'know...'' He started, `` Most peeps parents teach them not ta trust strangers.'' I turned, slightly confused, as I felt a sharp pain in my chest. A knife. No sooner had I looked down that I saw him grinning, his aura even brighter than before, and the knife came back out and was swung again, heading for my head. I knew at that moment, I had made a fatal, incorrect assumption about my gift.
