[ 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 .

I really hate visiting grandma. 
 
 I mean, the overpowering smell of cat piss and mothballs is one thing. Unpleasant, but bearable. Even the lack of Wi-Fi is forgettable under the right circumstances. But when you have to live in constant fear of a murderous five-foot-four, sixty-year old woman, your patience wears thin quickly. 
 
 “ Come have some tea with your grandma, dearie! ” the old hag called from the kitchen in a sing-song tone. Many would find the quivering voice cheery and cute. I loathed it. 
 
 I smiled despite the knot in my stomach. “ One moment, grandma! ” 
 
 Meanwhile, my fingers flew across my phone ’ s screen. After seventeen texts and nine calls, I was getting the hint that my mom was ignoring me. Sighing, I shook my head as her words from the car ride reverbed in my head. 
 
 *Spend some time with your grandmother. She ’ s really a nice lady when you get to know her. You ’ re just too paranoid* 
 
 After another round of six passive aggressive texts, the sound of slippers sliding against linoleum pulled my attention away from my phone. 
 
 Grandma stood in the door to the kitchen, doe-eyed. Her wrinkled lips were turned down in the slightest of frowns. I had to admit, she could put on a convincing show. No wonder everyone thought I blindly hated her. 
 
 “ Are you alright, dearie? ” she asked in a soft tone. 
 
 I faked another smile. “ Yeah. Sorry, I was trying to make a call. ” 
 
 “ Oh it ’ s alright, ” she said. She shuffled around and gestured me to follow. “ But come and get your tea before it gets cold. ” 
 
 Sighing, I stood and trailed behind her. A part of me wanted to stab her in the back, or sweep her off her feet and claim she fell. Maybe she ’ d break a hip, and then have to stay in the hospital for a while. Anything to prolong her schemes before she finally succeeded. 
 
 Grandma sat at the small but humble table with a slight oomph. Steaming cups of tea sat in front of her and the only other chair available. 
 
 Eyeing the woman, I sat with care. It had been a while since a chair had conveniently had “ a few screws loose ”. 
 
 As if she didn ’ t notice, Grandma blew into her cup before taking a sip. She continued to do so in agonizing silence, the ticking clock the only other source of noise. 
 
 After five minutes, she nodded towards me with a furrowed brow. “ Do you not like tea? ” she asked. “ I can never remember if it ’ s you or Sean that doesn ’ t like tea. ” 
 
 “ I *am* Sean, Grandma, ” I said with a frown. “ But I think something may be wrong with my tea. ” 
 
 “ Oh? How so? Not enough sugar? ” 
 
 I narrowed my eyes. “ You know what you did. You poisoned it. ” 
 
 Learning how to sniff out poisons in my food and drink was essential when staying with Grandma. After the last time I had nearly died from an alleged stomach flu, I prepared myself but not being able to detect not only common but even the most obscure poisons. Even the most subtle weren ’ t enough to catch me off guard anymore. 
 
 Grandma recoiled, eyes open in shock. “ I would never poison you! ” 
 
 “ Cut the bullshit. I'm on to you. You ’ re not going to kill me this time unless you get a little more creative. ” 
 
 I expected Grandma to drag out the dramatics a little longer. After all, she never broke character. This time, however, she rose from her chair with a frightening scowl. Must have been because she knew her clock was ticking. 
 
 “ Don ’ t get fucking comfortable, ” she barked as she stormed away. “ I ’ ll see you at dinner, you little shit. ”
