[ WP ] You have the unique ability to travel back in time.You plan to travel 13 years prior to the time where your father murders your mother.Unbeknownst to you , your father foresaw this and is prepared to stop you .

I'm not sure when this whole mess started, but this power has been with me as long as I can remember. When I was young I would use it for stupid things, like rewinding to a point in time just before I fell, or dropped something, or some other embarassing event to prevent it from happening. As I got older, it helped me cheat through school, although I tried not to use it too often; got ta stay in the middle of the pack so no one gets suspicious you know? Avoid high expectations, stay under the radar, never look anyone in the eye too long... especially my father. 
 
 As far as I could tell, he had no idea that I knew what a monster he was. That when I was eighteen, away on a college visit, he had brutally murdered my mother. I remember feeling the wound as if it were my own; bloody bastard had stabbed her in the back, and then had the audacity to have tears in his eyes when I came home. 
 
 So I waited. I am now thirty years old, my father twice my age but already in failing health from smoking and being a general dick to everyone all his life, and I had n't visited him since I moved out for school. But I knew where he was, always kept a close eye, so I could harness my power and have my revenge. 
 
 This was the biggest jump I had ever attempted: twnety five years. I would have thirteen years to prepare, get close to him, mow his lawn, watch his kid ( which would be a little me... kinda creepy but it would be worth it ). I focused on the exact time and place I wanted to go, and took the plunge. And bided my time. 
 
 Thirteen years went by, and I had the opporunity to see from an outsider's perspective what a horrible father he was. It was borderline child neglect. I gained a new respect for my mother, watching her put up with his bullshit for years just to keep a roof over my head. It made me sick to know that everything she did was for me, and to think where it had gotten her. But oh I played my part well, the overly friendly neighbor, and he never suspected, never realized that his son could change so much in twenty five years. I would return the favor to my mother. 
 
 On August 7th, I walked down that drive, gun tucked into my belt. I opened the unlocked door, clicked the safety off, spun around the corner into the kitchen, and leveled it at my father's head. 
 
 For a split second, I thought I had gotten the date wrong; my mother was no where to be seen. And my father did not have a knife, but a gun, and it was pointing directly at me. 
 
 `` You think you're the only one with powers *boy*? I could see you coming twelve years away.'' 
 
 They say that revenge is a dish best served cold. There was no revenge, but as the darkness closed in, cold was the last thing I felt. 
 

