[ WP ] Killing another human now allows you to exchange your remaining lifespan the victim 's . Young people live in fear while the elderly plan their attacks .

There stands an old, leathery fellow of 217. 
 
 Below him, a young ginger man of 22 clutches the knife in his chest, coughing spurts of blood between breaths. 
 
 `` Y-you've already lived your life, you old bastard,'' he croaks out. 
 
 The old man eyes the ginger curiously for only a second. Looking casually into the distance, he places the sole of his shined, velvet shoe onto the handle of the knife, plunging it further into the victim's body. 
 
 `` Several lives, to be frank. I've lived my own, of course. But there's been so much more to my days, kid. I got time from a beautiful young worker at some long-gone cafe. She was about your age, sure you would've loved her. Oh, and a real miserly homeless lad, but I can promise you he was n't doing anything worthwhile with his days. So do n't feel too special pal, you're not the only one.'' 
 
 A certain flame of opportunity dies, and the ginger's corpse lays still. The murderer walks out of the alley, wind sweeping his hair, and fades into the black of the night. 
 
 He feels 22 again. 
 
 - 
 
 `` Homicide Specialist Leiby reporting, sir. You needed me?'' 
 
 The orange flakes of morning sunshine bounce out of a rear window, lighting up the maroon trench-coats worn by Leiby and his boss while tinting the office's charred white walls. Leiby eyes the floating panel his boss sits behind, a rectangular slab of blue light with a time and date in the corner - 5:36 AM, 2/17/2137 - and a virtual screen in the middle. 
 
 `` Cole Leiby, go ahead and sit. Yeah, I needed you, still do. Want you to take a look at this real quick.'' 
 
 The boss taps the light screen and flicks it, and the room finds itself host to a projection of an alleyway that surrounds the two men. 
 
 Between them lies the corpse of a male - youngish, maybe 20 or 25, and ginger - fake but real to the eye. 
 
 `` You see Cole, here we've got another young homicide victim, this one taken out last night.'' 
 
 `` We assuming time is the motive?'' questions Cole. 
 
 `` As par for the course, yes. But what makes this case special is that we've got a repeat offender. Fingerprints from the scene match some prints from a half-century back, and those damn prints already matched some other ones from a century ago. The guy's a fuckin methodical monster.'' 
 
 Cole sits back in his chair and sighs, looking down at the stab mark in the corpse's chest. A knife glimmers from the hole. 
 
 `` So you want me to capture this offender guy, bring him in?'' 
 
 The boss grins and shakes his head momentarily, but a serious expression quickly settles in. 
 
 `` No, we tried that last time, and the time before that, too. Say hello to some extra years, bud... 
 
 I want you to kill him.'' 
 
 - 
 
 ( Will continue this if I get the time ) 
 

