[ WP ] You are living in a world where you gain 1 hour of life or `` time '' when you kill someone . You realize you have 10 minutes left .

I glance at my Life-Tracking Device on my wrist, which clearly states I have ten minutes left to live. It may seem strange to you, but in my society, it is a well known concept. Basically, every ten years, one unlucky son of a bitch get chosen to become a sort of blood sacrifice to the creatures that used to roam the land. And basically, you can either kill people for more time, or let it run down until you die. You only get twenty years of time, if you were chosen, to live from the moment you are born. 
 
 I was sadly chosen. 
 
 But I refuse to kill. 
 
 So for my last ten minutes, I'm gon na have some fun. 
 
 I quickly grab the bag I had been waiting to use until this day. The contents are: a real-looking plastic gun, lighter fluid, matches, and a mask. After putting the mask on, I run out the door and head towards my neighbors house. Their kid is an idiot and constantly forgets to lock his car ( a very expensive car too ) and always leaves his keys inside. This should teach him. I start up his car and speed off, tires squealing. 
 
 I stop by my ex-girlfriend's house, knowing she's out with a different woman right now. Bitch. I grab the lighter fluid and douse the front of it, including her lawn and spare car. Then I break one of her windows and douse the room inside. A get back and toss a light match on her lawn, igniting it instantly. I drive off again, this time, heading to the bank. 
 
 Six minutes. 
 
 When I reach the bank, I head inside with the fake gun and, now empty, bag. People immediately start screaming. I walk up calmly to one of the women working and say, `` Put all money from Richard A. Stevens in the bag. And make it snappy, I'm on a time limit.'' She leaves and comes back thirty seconds later with numerous stacks of money. I shove in my bag, and run out the door and hop in the car in ten seconds flat. 
 
 Richard was my sister' abusive, rich ex husband. God, I hate him. Such a prick. 
 
 Well, it's time to cause some havoc. 
 
 I drive down the fairly empty road... on the wrong side. I'm laughing as the cars swerve around me. And, finally, I'm hearing sirens. The cops! I've always wanted to be part of a police chase. Though, not as the one being chased but whatever. I drive around away from the police, still laughing, still speeding, still about to die. 
 
 Two minutes. 
 
 I change courses and am now heading towards the pier. My mom used to take me their as a kid. I've always loved it there. So peaceful. 
 
 One minute. 
 
 I see it. At the end of the street, is the beautiful beach and peaceful pier. 
 
 Thirty seconds. 
 
 I am only about twenty yards away now. 
 
 Twenty seconds. 
 
 I ca n't believe this is it. 
 
 Ten seconds. 
 
 I drive onto the pier. 
 
 Five seconds. 
 
 Almost... 
 
 Four seconds. 
 
 I crash through the railing. 
 
 Three seconds. 
 
 I smile. 
 
 Two seconds. 
 
 I hit the water. 
 
 One second. 
 
 Goodbye. 

