[ WP ] An evil time-traveller inadvertently makes the world a better place .

Hopping back and forth. That's all it was. Hopping is what he called it, when he went back. Micah was only seventeen when he discovered his gift. Micah had never dared hop forwards, he did n't want to know what his actions caused, and he did n't care. The past is what mattered to him. The days he spent hiding inside bathroom stalls to avoid Marshall, the taller, stronger kid. But this day Marshall was going to suffer. He had only scared him last time he jumped, but he had finally found the resolve he needed. This time he would commit the ultimate crime, and save himself all the pain that was inflicted upon him. Urging the gate to open, he began to feel himself slip back, faster and faster. He could barely grip tightly enough to pull himself from the tow of the river. 
 There were children all around him when he had arrived. He lay flat on his back, staring up into speechless mouths and wide eyes. To this day he could still recognize Marshall's evil face. He grabbed the child's head, and forced him to the ground. Rolling on top of the boy, he freed his pocket knife, and drew a deep red line across the boys neck, smiling all the while like a man who had just shot a prized deer. That's when he felt it. The stabbing pain form inside his Adams apple. Suddenly Micah fell, crushing the lifeless boy beneath him, grasping at the hole that had suddenly formed along his trachea. 
 Years away, the news headline still followed the case of the psychopathic murderer, Micah Marshall.
