[ WP ] You gain the ability to manipulate probability

`` So you expect me to believe that you can... *manipulate chance*?'' 
 
 A detective stood before Cole, with a hand upon the table. He was in an interrogation room, in the local police department. Some time before, he was arrested on suspicion of manslaughter. 
 
 `` That's what I said, is n't it?'' 
 
 `` Do n't give me any lip, kid,'' the detective said. `` You killed a guy. If you could do that-'' 
 
 `` You'd think I would have done it, right?'' Cole interrupted. Though handcuffed, he still attempted to cross his arms. `` I wanted to get caught.'' 
 
 `` Killing a guy's a damn easy way to get thrown in prison, yeah,'' the detective said. `` So you admit to it, then?'' 
 
 Cole nodded. He was n't going to deny it- he killed someone, plain and simple. `` One thing, though.'' 
 
 `` Yeah? What's that?'' the detective asked. He turned an ear toward Cole, putting on a none-too-impressed expression. 
 
 `` These handcuffs, they're well made,'' Cole said, turning his hands over and back, `` But they've got a one hundred percent chance to break if I hit them on this table, here.'' He lifted his hands, and then swung them down. The handcuffs practically exploded, falling away into pieces. 
 
 The detective stared for a moment, dumbfounded. `` What- but that's-!'' 
 
 Cole stood, pacing over toward the door. He stopped just before it, pointing a finger back toward the detective. `` I'll say this once,'' he said, `` Make sure every single police officer in this entire city knows not to mess with me. I killed a bum this time, just to see if I could force myself to get caught. If a cop comes after me, I'll try not to kill'em, but... you know. Some people are just tenacious.'' He reached for the doorknob, turned it, and stepped out into the hall. `` By the way, you have a... fifty percent chance to trip and snap your neck if you chase me.'' 
 
 The detective stopped moving, as soon as Cole finished speaking. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, and he gritted his teeth roughly. Reaching for a radio, he suddenly shouted into it. 
 
 `` We have an escaped murderer! Cole Watson, aged twenty three, dark brown hair, interrogation wing hallway! Take him out!'' 
 
 Cole continued walking, even as a gaggle of policemen appeared at the end of the hallway, barking their pieces about `` stopping'', `` freezing'', and `` rights''. Cole kept walking straight ahead, calmly and without hesitation. `` I have... a zero percent chance to be hit by bullets,'' he declared. `` Step aside.'' A hail of bullets came flying down the hallway at him, yet every single one went wide and struck elsewhere in the hallway. 
 
 He tapped one of their shoulders as he passed the thoroughly confused policemen. `` Cheers, guys. You'll hit your target next time. Just not me.'' 
 
 A short time later, Cole left the police station, surrounded by a band of highly confused cops. They tried again and again to tackle him, but somehow fell to the ground every time. Eventually, they just gave up. 
 
 For a number of days Cole was pursued by police. At some point or another, they gave up the chase completely, deciding that the man was n't worth the massive amounts of effort. It was a given, seeing that all of their attempts at either arresting or neutralizing him went just about as poorly as the last. Cole's plan to go unchallenged as he went about the city seemed to have gone off quite well. 
 
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 I dunno, the first place I went was'manipulating the chance for anything at all to happen'. Maybe that's not the sort of probability you wanted though. The second place I thought of was video games, but that never really translates well. [ Link to my sub ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/Probroscis/ ) because why not. I write stuff pretty ~~in~~frequently.
