[ WP ] It suddenly becomes possible to gain XP and level up in the real world , but you can only do so by getting kills .

The bus ride itself was not unlike any other. Right at the traffic light, then straight on over the bridge and into the city. If only my mother knew where I was going, she would have a heart attack. The cities became so much worse after people noticed the little numbers flashing above their heads. So much so, it was n't strange to see a few murders on a short bus ride into the city. 
 
 The bus lurched as the engine strained up an incline. 
 
 Who knows how it all started, or why, all that mattered was the sudden grab for power. 
 The crazies were the first to notice the numbers, of course. Though, were they really so crazy? Some would argue shooting up a school or a concert was insane, but they had no idea what the rush felt like. The power that came with your first kill, or your second. It was n't gradual either. There was once a man who killed someone with 10 bullet holes right through him, and he gained enough experience to survive. 
 
 The bus came to my stop and I got out quickly. A short walk away from the office and then the return home. 
 
 The world had n't gone to complete shit though. Murder was still technically illegal and stronger did n't mean you were invincible. 
 
 I marched along the side walk, breaking into a short run at every alley. That is until I saw two men standing over a third. Their fists were bloodied as they pummelled their victim. The poor man did n't have the energy to scream and I did n't have the stomach to watch in my condition. 
 
 Another block passed and I reached the office. 
 
 `` Good evening, my name is Vel,'' I spoke softly, trying to sound nervous `` I have an appointment,'' 
 
 `` Ah yes, have a seat, i'll be with you in a moment,'' The receptionist replied and quickly went back to her paper work. 
 
 I sat, and let my mind wander back to the kill in the alleyway. 
 
 While scientists made their best theories, there was still much that remained a mystery about the rules of a kill. If two men killed one man, would they share the experience or would the stronger one turn on his accomplice? Was it possible to gain more experience by killing someone who was equally strong? 
 
 I was snapped out of my train of though when the receptionist called my name. 
 
 `` The doctor will see you now, dear.'' She said, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 
 
 The doctor entered shortly after and found my sitting on the operating table, `` Miss Vel, before we begin i'd like to discuss your options, if thats alright?'' 
 
 I nodded, though he would n't say anything I had n't heard twice before. I laid down as he began to go over the details of the procedure. Meanwhile I tried not to look bored and I began to wonder if I was the first. 
 
 The first girl to realise my unborn counted as a kill. 
 
 
 
 

