In his office, Norman typed furiously behind his desk. Standing, he was too anxious to sit as he brought up documents and deleted them. There was only one thing left to do, but it would have to be quick. He didn’t have much time left.
Opening the video recording program on the desktop computer, he ripped the portable camera out of the top desk drawer and plugged it in. Norman took in a deep breath and pressed ‘Record’
He spoke low and fast, leaving no detail left unsaid. The man stared at the camera a moment and let his heart bleed, “I thought I had more time… time to show you everything my father didn’t have time to show me.”
“I guess I haven’t been the best dad, but I tried to teach you right from wrong. And I tried to give you a life without worry, but my past has caught up with me. This encrypted information is yours to keep or destroy. I leave the choice to you.”
Then, a crash came from the room beyond his office. His time was up. Looking back to the screen, Norman said one last thing, then pressed ‘Send’. The message was away, and there was a loud crack as the door to his office caved inward.
Norman lifted his leg to the desk and pushed, but not with his strength. He learned to use it as the other did, but like the other powers, kept it hidden. The desk flew toward the individual at the door, but the effort was quickly impeded. Chunks of mahogany scattered across the floor as the large piece of furniture was smashed.
Before Norman knew it, the figure was standing less than a foot away gripping his neck tightly. Flung across the room, shattering the dry wall and sending him into the adjacent office. He tried to suck in a breath, but could only take in short gasps. His body ached as he lay there; too stunned to make the attempt to stand.
He felt large fingers grip his neck, and he was lifted; his feet scrapped along the floor as he struggled. Norman looked down to the figure amidst his choking. Despite his situation, he had succeeded as a smile curled across his cracked lips, “You won’t beat him.”
With that, Norman felt the grip around his neck tighten as his body was flung. He impacted the window, crashing through it. The pavement laid sixteen stories below, but it came closer and closer as his body descended. With his final breaths, Norman saw the stars and the moon; constellations dance along the night sky in their beautiful formations as an eternal black washed over him.
