Chapter One: Assisted Suicide

I stumbled out of the small crater left behind from my entrance. “Very Terminator” I thought as the rain viciously pelted the ground below me. I could see steam rise up from my feet. Unfortunately my body was too numb to notice how hot the tarmac was. As I smelt something burning I looked down and realized my feet were crisping.

Shit.

Leaping off the road with my charcoaled toes a car zoomed past, splashing me. Great! The pungent odor of flesh filled the streets. Appealing as that was to my nostrils, my feet quickly regenerated their natural feet-ness. So far every-thing's going according to plan.

Now then. Time to kill myself!

As luck would have it I happened to be right across the street from my old apartment condo. The complex glistened in the dark blue, night sky. A pale green moon lay behind it in the background. A little different from what I remembered. There was an old sports center next to the building with a shoddy fence in-between them. Back in the day I used to jump it all the time when I forgot my key card to get in. As I went to scale the rotting brown fence, one of the security guards from the sport center saw me! He yelled an awkward “Oiiwegah!?” which sent a lethal attack dog at me with full might. Just what I was hoping for.

I used the canine as leverage when it charged into the fence. It let off a low whimper mixed with a fart as it bumped it's head. I think I used to know this dog. The guard, dumbfounded by my amazing feat didn't bother to look for me on the other side. He wasn't paid to protect next door anyway.

Inside I had to trek a measly 24 story's worth of stairs.

No Problem.

The time was about 11PM right now. Knowing the Rivett family, everyone would be asleep. Well, everyone but me.

I waltzed in through the front door using my aged house key. It was good to be home. The large chandelier above the dining table looked like it was levitating in the light of the ominous green moon. It was all so peaceful. Except for that little buzzing noise I heard down the hall. As I got closer to my old room, the noise become sound, and that sound turned into music. Really, really loud music. God, was I really that obnoxious?

I quietly peered through my bedroom door, and saw myself. Fifteen. Skinny. Acne-ridden. On the computer, probably on some social networking site talking to a girl he knows he'll never have. The perfect package really. I didn't have to worry about making too much noise though. The music booming out of my speakers was actually making the entire room tremble. Not really feeling like a paradoxical conversation with myself, I swiftly snapped my own neck.

“Easy.”