[ WP ] You have the ability to go up to 5 seconds back in time , which has allowed you to say and do anything you want without fear . However , this one time , you realize your power is n't working anymore .

5 seconds had never been enough to rob a bank or steal a car - you know, `` the fun stuff''. But I'd found my ways around that throughout life. Sometimes I'd buy a movie ticket and then jump back just enough to have the transaction never occur and the money remain in my account with the ticket still in my hand. Sometimes I'd try to sneak around a checkpoint to get into a concert and when it did n't work I'd just rewind and try a different way. 5 seconds was n't a whole lot for anyone - but with enough willpower and creativity - you find a way. 
 
 Until you do n't. 
 
 I do n't know if my first clue was the screaming woman with a bloodied knee on the sidewalk, the smoking car with its alarm going off behind me, smashed against the light-pole on the other side of the intersection, or the guy who had somehow caught up with me and had the gun pointed to my head. 
 
 *C'mon c'mon c'mon! * I screamed in my head, trying to activate 
 
 Funny how much stuff can happen in five seconds, the entire scene around me did. Now I've got 2 seconds to go back and make it never happen - but somethings not right. 
 
 `` Yea, ya little powa ai n't workin for ya no more is it'' the man with the gun rhetorically asked 
 
 My 2 seconds passed. 
 
 It was the first time I actually paid attention to what was around me. Anytime something went wrong, anytime I tripped down the stairs, slid on some ice, was getting ready to spill my coffee, had a bag of groceries rip, had my toothpaste fall off my toothbrush, I'd just go back. I never had to pay attention to the negative aspects of life around me because, well, they did n't actually happen to me. And if they attempted to happen to me I just went back and rectified the situation. 
 
 `` We've got your kryptonite'' gun-mans partner said as he slowed his pace from running and jogged up to his weapon-wielding friend 
 
 Guess I should explain. 
 
 Ok. So I thought it'd be cool to rip off these guys. I had found an empty warehouse where loan sharks conducted there entrepreneurship-like expertise to'help' those in need. Needless to say, they had they're own type of security but no vaults. I figure - find a way in like a concert - try try again until the weakness is found. But somehow, someone noticed. Every time I tried to sneak around the warehouse, looking for ways in, I'd get caught - rewind - and try again. I do n't know how or why but at some point someone said'again', and that was something I *never* heard. Nobody said'again' around me! But they did, they said it 
 
 `` There he is *again*!'' the scene replayed in my head as I recalled getting caught just ten minutes before and trying to rewind 
 
 I was in the warehouse, close to the pile of cash, and undetected till that moment. Then `` again'' was shouted and I could n't go back. I kept trying to rewind and I could n't. Over and over I tried to replay what went wrong. 
 
 `` Let's go, your coming with us skipper'' said the guy without a gun 
 
 *Skipper? * I thought *I'm not a boat captain and this is n't Gilligan's Island... skipper? * it fell into my memory bag along with the other perplexing word of my day - `` again'' 
 
 I walked past the screaming woman on the sidewalk, dumbfounded with a feeling of disconnect from reality. Sirens in the distance began to close in on the intersection of the crash I had just caused. If these guys had n't been chasing me I would n't have pushed that woman or stepped out in the street too soon! 
 
 *If you did n't try to rob them you would n't be in a situation like this at all! * I screamed to myself 
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 We pulled up to the warehouse. The ride over had been silent with the exception of Goon 2 - gunless goon - making a phone call confirming that `` They caught the skipper'' 
 
 *Maybe I'm famous, maybe people caught onto to what I was doing and nicknamed me the skipper. I would've picked a better name but hey, that's not the worst* I thought to myself *Who am I kidding, these idiots do n't know, no-one does, and I'm probably going to die looking like an ordinary thief to a gang of mobsters. But they said it - `` We've got your kryptonite''... what the hell is going on? * 
 
 I looked at my reflection in the car window as we waited for god-knows-what. The dark tint on the interior of the limo's window almost make it look like I was staring into a black void with my face looking back at me from another dimension. I tried to activate again - not much that 5 seconds could do in my predicament but I did n't know why the hell I could n't. I watched as my brown eyes shifted and swirled into light blue as they always did when I pushed time. 
 
 *What the fuck! My body wants to, I want to, why is n't it working? * 
 
 Just then my reflection stretched and disappeared as the door opened and a man grabbed me by the arm. We walked into the warehouse, passed the armed guards I had been sneaking around for weeks. Through the back door into what looked like an office-library. He pushed me into a chair 
 
 `` Wait here'' he said as he shut the door 
 
 I looked around in the room, not expecting something so fancy inside such a dingy, off-the-path, rundown building. The dark green walls were lined with bookshelves and statues. The chair I had expected to be sitting in was one of the metal ones that you see in movies where they strap the guy down and start beating him. Instead, I was sitting in a comfy lounge chair, lighter green than the walls, with my feet on a Turkish rug, and facing a mahogany desk with a laptop and a small cup of pens. 
 
 Then I saw something interesting. 
 
 Behind the desk, passed the dark brown chair, was a wide bookshelf that extended up to the ten-ish foot ceiling. It was lined with clocks and tiny little vile's filled with a blue liquid. On the shelves above them were pictures, pictures of what looked like ancient ruins and animals I had only seen in history books. 
 
 The door opened. 
 
 A man, slender and tall with a smile on his face walked in. He sat down and reached in his desk 
 
 *It's a fucking gun, I'm dead* I thought 
 
 He pulled out a pure white cigarette box and took a cigarette out. He lit it and sat back, smiling at me. He was n't a bad looking guy, maybe mid 30's with an athletic figure and good bone structure. But something about his hazel eyes sent a feeling of dread through my body. 
 
 `` It's time to stop'' he spoke 
 
 `` Stop what'' I replied, trying to sound as cool and collective as possible 
 
 `` Stop skipping through time my young friend'' 
 
 Then his eyes turned blue.
