[ EU ] Humans finally managed to control luck .

Luck was in our heads the whole time, and I mean that literally. All we had to do is think that we were lucky, and something happened. The more and harder you thought about it, the more likely it would happen. Everyone was getting what they wished for, doing the things they've always wanted to do, everyone was happy with becoming `` so lucky''. There was some adverse side effects, like headaches, mental exhaustion, the occasional nose bleed, even fainting, but got right back up a moment later. I mean, you strain your brain thinking hard enough and things like this happen. No one had died from it before. 
 
 And that's where I stepped in. 
 
 The best way to describe what I can do is like this: take that one person you know who is always depressed, always a black cloud over their head. You know how hard it is to get them to even crack a smile, let alone be happy for a minute. Try as they might, they ca n't get out of that slump, until they finally offing themselves. Yeah, I make people unlucky with a simple though while they struggle to counter it, killing themselves in the process. 
 
 The first victim was a bully of mine in high school, always using his luck to get what he wanted, even when all the safeguards against cheating were in place. He was the perfect subject to see just how far my `` luck'' could go. First his pen exploded in his favorite jean's pocket, then he tripped over his own feet, and those two alone started the rumor of him losing his luck ability. He panicked and started to freak out, doing what he could to make himself lucky again. The thin line of blood from his nose was the first and only warning sign before his eyes rolled into his head, his face going pale, and him collapsing to the floor. Everyone rushed over to him, trying to rouse him, yet he was dead in that instant. 
 
 I then tested it out on my brother's girlfriend, the cheating whore who had been using her luck not to get caught. One day, my brother just barely missed catching her in the act, mere seconds before and it would have been all over. Small signs soon popped up: odd numbers on the caller ID, new clothing he had never seen, scratches that were oddly placed. She had stopped for a few months, but once a cheater, always a cheater. Coming back from a trip, my brother found his girlfriend and her partner, both dead from the luck stress, both of them doing all they could so they would n't get caught. 
 
 Picking my targets after that was easy but I had to be careful, for while I lived what one would call a normal life, others noticed I was n't as `` lucky'' as others, thinking that I perhaps did n't have the same ability as everyone else. Those who probed too far into that theory ended up quite unlucky. 
 
 One might ask, just how does a person like myself live in a world where everyone can control their personal luck while I can only bring unluckiness upon another? A little digging and blackmail becomes a very lucrative business. 
 
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