[ WP ] In a parallel Universe , there is such a thing as 'overkill ' that does more than just kill the target . You are the first person sentenced to be overkilled in over a hundred years .

``... and as such, you understand the implications of what's about to happen, correct?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 All I could ever think of was her. It's not like I was BAD, you know? When it all goes to hell, you take care of your own, and she was most definitely my own. 
 
 `` You'll have to sign here. This limits our liability in case anything goes wrong with the procedure.'' 
 
 `` Just give it to me.'' I signed. I closed my eyes and breathed. Not long now. 
 
 I've spent months preparing for this. Research, forgery, easily-broken alibis. Everything points back to one point in time, six years ago tomorrow, the point where they* think* I started setting it all in motion. Truth is, I only found out about the Overkill Provision a couple of years ago. It's been something like a hundred years since it's been enacted, so I had to get it done, and it had to be big. 
 
 When I took down the passenger, I had to leave clues. Very, very faint ones. A breadcrumb trail that would vanish away quickly. There had to be an idea there to tie back to me. I guess the cops might have looked at her file, but I was never questioned. 
 
 `` Allright. We're going to begin shortly. Do you have any last words?'' 
 
 `` Nothing. Just get it over with.'' 
 
 The Overkill Provision was something that had n't been possible until a bunch of scientists out of DARPA or some other acronym place had finalized their research. I do n't understand it completely, but I trust in it. You ca n't go back, and you ca n't go forward. But what you CAN do, you see, is you can - I do n't know - retroactively execute? A push of a button, and *poof*. Someone's gone. The only way I can think of to explain it is that they're teleported out of time. I do n't know where they go, and I do n't care. 
 
 The driver was next. By this point, I was almost out of my mind with anger and sadness. It looked sloppy, and I guess it was, because I was n't really trying to hide it. They caught me when I was going after his family. I got his father too, and was going for his Uncle when they caught me asleep. If they were going to take me down, I guess it works out best that I was unconscious. That way I could n't run, or put up a fight. Just a nice, neat apprehension. 
 
 The sleeping pills were bitter, but I took them anyway. I had to be asleep. there was no other way to be sure. 
 
 `` Set for....March 30. 2028. Confirmed. Mr. Reynolds, you have been sentenced to death by a jury of your peers. You shall be Overkilled to the day the state has determined you started planning the deaths of Mr. Franklin and Mr. Thomas.'' 
 
 The forgery was my masterpiece. Photoshop, fake journals, newspaper clippings. I faked receipts to establish where I was. I had to show that I had seen the driver before the 31st. 
 
 I had never been popular, and if I'm honest, I was kind of a loser. I do n't know what she saw in me, but I guess it was enough. I loved her, had for years. Years of friendship, growing through shared interests and respect. Hell, I more than respected her, I admired her. She called me that night, March 31, 2028, and asked what I was doing. When I said I was just playing video games, she finally asked to come over. It took a while to lift my chin off my chest long enough to speak, and all I could do was ask why she wanted to do THAT. 
 
 `` Because I **love** you, you big oaf. Now, are you going to leave me hanging?'' 
 
 I was still cleaning house when the accident hit the news. Two car accident on route 31. A couple of guys fresh from a party in the city lost control of the car. Speeding, probably. Drinking, definitely. They plowed through the median, and into her lane. They were spared by fate and good engineering on a fancy car. She was killed on impact. 
 
 In a flash, she was gone. My whole world. 
 
 `` Get it over with.'' 
 
 `` May God have mercy on your soul.'' The lead official pressed the button. 
 
 On March 31, 2028, my phone rang. And I was not there to answer it. 

