I should explain why I was scared of incredible power. I mean, now, if I were to fall from the roof of a building, I'd be fine. On top of that, I can lift things twice my weight. I'm basically invincible now, right? Wrong.

The Power comes with immensely suffering. Insomnia, agonizing pain, the occasional bleeding, you name it.

The cherry on top? An early yet slow, painful death that's unavoidable.

To me, my life was basically over. I'd have to leave. What other choice do I have? Tell Alice? She doesn't need to be apart of my suffering. She's too kind to have to deal with this. I would never ask her to pity me in this way.

What do I do now? Run the company?

The company is evil. I'm sure of it.

I could use these new abilities for the better.

What am I saying? I could never pull off the whole super hero thing.

A scientist, it dawned on me, maybe I didn't have to leave my wife. I could stay in our basement, away from her. I had been already working as a scientist for Mr. Weston! I could continue my research in my favor!

It was a brilliant plan. I'd just tell Alice I had the flu or something. Then I could finally figure out how to end The Power's curse.

I run to my car. "Quill?" A voices asks before I reach the door of my vehicle. It's my former co-worker, Alan Smite. "I left something at the office but Mr. Weston never answered my calls. What are you doing here?" He asked. I sigh. "The Power finally got to him. He's gone Alan," I answer in a depressed tone, "he's in the office, in you wanted to see him." Alan scratches his head and sighs. "We knew this was coming," he began, "we knew it." I dust off my clothes awkwardly. Alan can't know I have The Power. He'll hunt me down.

I itch violently."You okay Quill?" Alan asks nervously. "Yeah. Yeah! Y-yeah..." I itch more, "I-I should go! Cya A-Alan..."

I almost blew it. Alan is a nice guy but it's concerning how dedicated he is to his work.

It freaks me out.

I just know Alan will lead plan B.

I shudder at the thought.

When I finally return home I stare at the front door. My wife is surely home now. I take a deep breath.

"Honey? Where have you been? Alice asks.

"I was getting breakfast this morning." I lie.

"It's almost noon!" She exclaims.

I don't blame her for being mad at me.

"I ran some errands on the way back...?" I shrug.

I'm lucky she let me off without too much trouble.

I rush to the basement.

I pick up a piece of dusty paper.

One year, I think, one year until it gets me.

A.N.

Tone: Award Acceptance Speech as a joke

"I'd like to thank my followers, for giving me motivation to finish this chapter." *sheds a tear of joy*

Okay but seriously, thanks!