[ WP ] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life . you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power .

`` Happy birthday, Hun.'' As I turn over in bed to face my long time partner. I am greeted by a tray of steaming food slowly being placed on my waist. 
 
 `` My favorite,'' I quietly exclaimed, sitting up, still half asleep. `` French Toast with strawberries and *yawn* mint water.'' She smiled. `` You're the big seven-o! How does it to feel to be one step closer to the grave?'' As she chuckled, I snarkily reminded her that she was closer than I was. `` In fact, I can almost smell the embalming fluid on you.'' She laughed. 
 
 As I finished my breakfast in bed, my wife of 32 years left and went back down stairs to the kitchen to clean up the left over mess. As I start to roll out of bed, I hear our cat's bell jingle. `` Hey, Genevra!'' I yell towards the doorway. `` Have you looked at the cat's date lately?'' `` No,'' she quickly replied, as I heard the squeak of the kitchen spout turn on. `` I'll check his date later.'' After hearing her response, I quickly realized how complacent I've become with her 6^th ability, the ability to read the death date of all living thing's. I got dressed and took my tray of plates and utensils down stairs. 
 
 She described her 6^th ability to me one time. She said it was just numbers that floated above living creature's heads in the classic month, day, and year order. Although, those numbers were always changing depending on the decisions people made. One time as a young girl, she watched a man's date change to the very next day moments after he had hung up the phone inside a telephone booth. Ever since then, she has only used her 6^th ability selectively. Mostly on her pets to ease the pain of them passing on. 
 
 As I past her in the kitchen and placed a small peck on her gray head, I wondered if I would live to ever see my 6^th ability emerge. Hell, at this pointed I'd take a commoner's enhanced 5^th ability. Some super strength would come in handy at this old age. I would finally have the strength back in my hips and I would n't be so slow moving around. 
 Most humans get an enhanced 5^th ability. Smell, sight, that sort of thing. But some are blessed with a 6^th ability. Those powers that do n't come from one of the 5 senses. And no human has ever been recorded of dieing without one of the two abilities at some point in their life. I walk into the living room to search for the TV remote when suddenly, someone pounded on my front door. 
 
 `` Mark, Mark! Are you home?! Hurry, open up!'' The voice muffled by the door sounded familiar. I cracked open the door and to my surprise, I saw an old acquaintance of mine. `` Billy,'' I confusingly stated while opening the rest of the door. `` What are you doing here? I recall paying you to silently *stay away*.'' He looked a bit shorter than I remember, with hair peaking out of his nose, a raisin for a bald head, and waring dirty old baggy clothes on. The last 30 years were not as kind to him. Maybe that was my ability I thought. `` I would n't come if it was n't important Mark.'' He urged in a shushed tone. `` Talk to me out here for a moment.'' As he stepped away from the door and walked towards the front of my garage. I turned to the kitchen and lifted my voice, `` Hey Hun, I got ta talk to this guy for minute. I'll just be out front.'' I did n't wait for a response as I shut the door behind me and hobbled toward Billy. He looked nervous, obviously something was amiss. 
 
 `` I'll make this quick Mark. You do n't have much time.'' As he said this, he raised his hand and started to rub his temple and told me something I never thought I would hear. `` The FBI have located you, partner. Someone saw the story about you on America's Most Wanted and turned in a tip.'' Time seemed to have stopped. By now his hand moved from his temple to my shoulder. In the past, I would of never allowed him to touch me. With his ability, every time he touched someone, he gained random knowledge from the person he was in-contact with. But this moment was different from any other. 
 
 He quickly reeled his hand back and I regained my composer. `` How did you find out? I asked. `` The last working connection I have inside the Bureau contacted me yesterday. I drove all night from Portland to tell you. I could n't risk my safety over the phone to warn you.'' `` Luckily for you, Seattle is n't too far of a drive.'' I respond and turned to start to walking back inside. `` Wait,'' Billy exclaimed. `` That's it? You do n't even seem scared.'' I turned my head back at him and replied, `` I've been prepared for this for the last few years now. I did n't think it would happen, but I'm ready. Take care Billy and get outta here.'' As I continued my walk back, I heard him mumble under his breath, `` Still the same asshole.'' 
 
 I was inside when I heard his car engine start and take off. 
 I quickly made my way to the stairs and went into my bedroom. The top drawer was my target. Inside was a Glock G17 that I quickly shoved into my waistline and made my way back down stairs and to the door. `` Gen,'' I shouted as I stepped out of the house. `` I'm going for a quick walk, I'll be back soon. Love ya.'' `` Love you too.'' And with that, I slowly shut the door and make my way to the sidewalk to look at my house, for the last time. 
 
 The memories came and went quick. We had lived in this house for 15 years. We traveled all over the world before settling here. I never stayed in one place for long. I started my walk away from home and headed towards downtown. It was n't too far away. The sun had hid it's self behind dark grey clouds like it does on most days. As the suburban slowly started to turn into the city, I started to remember back to all the crimes Billy and I committed in our youth. With his ability to collect random information from people. We would set our mark on banks. He'd bump into, shake hands, or do anything to touch the most important heads of security until he gathered the information we needed as I broke in and stole the cash, or simply gave up and moved onto a different. Which made our hits so random, no police in any part of the world could keep up or predict where we would strike next. Law enforcement for years thought that I had an ability that world had never seen before. We stole millions over a nine year period. Than, I met Gen. I continued to steal and occasionally murder, when someone thought about being a hero. But I did n't want her to find out and the traveling salesman cover story was getting harder and harder to keep up. So Billy and I split the money and parted ways, to only move a state away from each other. 
 
 As my reminiscing concluded, I noticed was downtown near Pike's place. I could smell the fresh catch and see the crowd gathered around the men tossing fish across the booths to each other. I slip down an alley way. A short cut to The Pink Door I know for one last drink. 
 
 I sit down. `` Chardonnay, please.'' I shout to the waiter walking towards me. He turns around and heads to the back. Never been much a whiskey guy, and I was n't going to start today. That's when I see the FBI bust in through the front door. The lead agent is dressed in all black with FBI on the front in white screams, `` Mark Hamilton!'' Get on the ground, **now**! More agents pour in with guns drawn, all pointing at me. All dressed the same with helmets and body armor. I can only see just above the bridge of their nose and below the brow. Before they can get set and on their knees, I quickly pull out my Glock and point the barrel at my own temple. 
 
 The lead man lowers his gun and starts talking, but I ca n't hear a word he utters. All that I hear is the voice of Gen. All the memories flood back, and all but confirms I'm doing the right thing. I ca n't have her knowing that I did those things. I murdered many people and stole from many countries. At best, I can die in this shoot out and have her doubt that I actually did it. She'll think, `` They had the wrong man, my husband would never do those things. He was a good man!'' This this the best I can do, and I all I can hope for. The gun pointed at head is just to by time, to jog a last few memories before I turn this gun on the agents in front of me. 
 
 As I turn the Glock towards the agents still shouting, I notice one of the agents forearms are massive. He's also the first to squeeze his trigger along with myself, and yet, my trigger feels so heavy. Not because of age, ( I had practiced shooting this gun last week. ) All that was running through my mind, was the guilt of leaving Gen behind. 
 
 My trigger never gave. Only one shot was fired. I felt it pierce my forehead but I did n't feel any pain. I fall out of my chair and onto the floor as my eyes slowly closed, and all I could see was her smile. With tears stinging my eyes, I force them shut. 
 
 To my surprise, I reopened my eyes. I saw watery agents looking at me still in their knelled positions. `` They must of just grazed me.'' I assumed. I quickly get up and see multiple bullets fly into my chest. `` It's over.'' I mumble to myself as my body falls backwards and hits the floor once more, just to lay there in an unspeakable amount of pain. I see my blood everywhere and some brain matter from the first shot. That's when the rest of my intact brain puts together what's going on. 
 
 Happy birthday to me. 
 
 I had passed out from the pain and came to wearing cuffs and a body chain which is strapped down to the van carrying me. After a few silent moments. I started to laugh. The agents look at me funny, as my laugh grew louder and louder to this thought: What would of Gen saw if she had looked at my date?
