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the men on the floor said, "Not me, I want to live."
    "Then keep your damn mouth shut!" the second robber shouted, firing a shot into the ceiling.
    "I'll have to make an example, it seems." The first robber pointed his gun at Reginald. "Somebody has to die."
    Reginald took a deep breath and focused. Everything seemed to slow down to a crawl. He could see, hear, and smell everything that was going on in the room. He smelled the urine that was running down Leroy's leg as he tried to recover from his close call a moment ago. He heard the teeth chattering of a couple of the customers as they shivered in fear. He saw the jugular of the robber's neck as he seemed to slowly pull the trigger. Reginald heard the loud boom as the trigger was pulled, saw the small flash of light as the bullet left the barrel, and smelled gunpowder as he quickly moved to the right as it ripped a hole into his jacket.
    "What? How'd you miss?" the second robber asked.
    "I didn't. I'm sure of it," the first one said, looking confused. "I know I aimed right. He must have moved."
    Reginald began to let his senses overwhelm him. He hadn't felt this alive in his entire life, even when he was young and had trouble controlling his newfound instincts. He had heard that with age, everything became sharper. 'I could do anything,' he thought. 'I feel so alive. I could take them all out. I could take everyone. I don't have to do what anyone wants, but me. I am unstoppable.'
    Reginald glanced at the other people around the store. 'I could kill him and him and her. All of them.' He saw the woman still crying on the floor. 'Her tears are useless,' he thought, though he felt some of his anger ebb. One of the men on the floor was saying something under his breath. 'What's he saying?' Reginald listened for a couple seconds. He felt a cold feeling come over him as he realized the man was praying. The memories of the past disappeared except his earliest recollections. 'Just because I can do something, does not make it right,' he thought to himself.
    He looked up to see both robbers aiming their guns at him. As the bullets flew, he dove for cover behind one of the aisles. 'What have I gotten myself into?' He began to crawl towards the back of the store as bags of chips, salsa, and other foods rained down on him as the robbers kept firing. 'Got to get away from the others. I can't let them get caught in the crossfire.'
    As he heard the gunfire die down, he took off at a crawling sprint. Just as he reached the end of the aisle, he heard a gunshot and felt a light breeze as the bullet soared just past his ankle as he pulled it around the corner. He sat there leaning against the endcap as he heard a set of footsteps crunching as one of the robbers slowly walked down the aisle.
    'Just one set of footsteps!' Reginald thought. 'Where's the other one?'
    Panic made his heart begin to race again. His ears prickled as he struggled to pick up any noise they could. 'Where, where, right there!' He heard the second robber lightly walking along one of the front aisles as his noisy companion came the same route Reginald had took.
    'Is it going to end like this? Is it really going to end here, of all places?' Reginald asked himself as his fight or flight instincts began to kick in. 'This isn't fair! How can this be fair?'
    'Who said this world was fair, weakling human?' a voice inside one of Reginald's memories asked. 'You were put here to die, and that is what your purpose shall be.'
    Reginald felt his hands clench as anger took him. 'No, there's more purpose to life than that,' he heard himself shouting inside his head. His senses began to burn once more as he became aware of everything in the entire room. He smelled the sweat as his two attackers slowly approached. He heard one of the customers crawling towards the door, one of his shirt buttons lightly scraping the ground as he scooted forward. His skin tingled as if he could sense every little bit of electricity in the air, causing his