Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fan-fiction

"Ready, Carl?" Doc asked. I was laying still on a part hard, part soft gray bed. Electric cables stung my body like mad, or will, if I say yes. I thought about it. I wanted to have powers, but I didn't know it would lead to a 95% chance of death. I lay still. "Yes," I finally answer. "I want you to 5% give me powers, or to 95% kill me." I wish It was the first guess.