[ WP ] You are a teenager with the ability to measure how `` Dangerous '' people are on a scale from 1 to 10 just by looking at them . A normal child would be a 1 , while a trained man with an assault rifle might be a 7 . Today , you notice the unassuming new kid at school measures a 10 .

One day, I was blown away by what potential I had. I was only 7, and not far from home. A man in a trench coat, bolted towards an important building in the town. In front of my eyes, I saw a 4 appear above his head, tick up to 9, and to 10. My eyes widened in a massive horror. I had been given a sign, and I screamed to take advantage. `` RUN!'' My mind went into survival mode, bolting for home as fast as I could run as the building went up in cinder & smoke. The smoke, the flames, the charred remains flying towards the street... scarred me... I went into shock in the middle of the street. 
 
 In the hospital, I look up at a doctor with an 8 hovering over his head. I start shaking, and spoke calmly. `` Doctor, why is there an 8 hovering above your head?'' His eyes widened, and he calmly spoke. `` There is no 8 above my head.'' I never brought it up again, realizing that it was nothing I needed to bring up. 
 
 During a short stay in the hospital, I began to read the books that my mother gave me. These books were of history, my favorite subject. I read them and was flabbergasted. Washington appeared with a bright red 10 above his head, and so did Hitler. These men were compared to 
 
 When I came back to school, I saw these numbers appear above their heads. A teacher known for her disapproval for students and their opinions registered a 6 on the board, but nobody went higher. Not a teacher, not any of the other elementary students. 
 
 A few years later, as a 15 year old, I began to see the numbers just suddenly shoot up in both teachers and students. Influenced by ideology, or something else, but nobody went above 6. One or two sevens littered the school, but the 8s and 9s seemed to be reserved for online comrades. 
 
 But, one day, a new student appeared. He sat next to me... tall, imposing, but the face of a gentle giant. I looked up at him, and went pale as a ghost. `` 10...'' I fell to the ground, scattering to my senses. 
 
 He looks down to me. `` Are you Alex?'' I spit out, `` Yeah?'' 
 
 He smiles. `` I'm the man who's going to rule the world, and you are coming with me. Your 10 is very flashy.'' I look up, and a 10 is above my head.
