[ WP ] Your left hand has the power of creation ; you can draw things to life . The only problem is that you 're a right-hander .

Christopher slumped back in his chair as he realized what he had done. He looked down to see a screeching mass of a monstrosity scream out as it gave its death gasp. He had been doodling in the margins of his paper at work when all of a sudden his work came to life. He had always been a fan of horror-core but when his doodle sprung to existence. He sat disgusted as it bled out on the floor, lifeless. As he looked around everyone in the office had come to see what the ruckus was about only to fight back guttural disgust. He had made the doodle with his bad hand. Sitting there realizing he may have a power. Threw the pencil to conceal the evidence. but it was too late. his paper had the evidence. The security guard came responding to a call of disturbance. As he approached he almost lost his lunch. As he looked over he saw the doodle on Chris' desk. Instantly he grabbed for his cuffs and stun gun. Christopher did n't know what to do. Thrown against his desk and cuffed. escorted from the building. People he knew calling him a monster. thinking quick on how to avoid getting caught. he told the officer that he wanted to write a confession and would sign it in the back of the car. He waited for the officer to turn away before he drew a hastily drawn pill with cyanide written on the side. He felt something in his pocket, as he reached in he found a misshapen pill. He popped it in his mouth as to escape from what he had seen, what he had done. When the officer had arrived at the car, he saw what he considered a suicide not, only consisting of a picture of a cyanide pill.
