A suicide mission at that. In anger, I envisioned a nearby knife stabbing Johnny Garibaldi. Strangely enough, it worked. Telekinesis, they call it. Anyways, my fatal vision continued, creating gruesome and violent deaths for those who had so messed up my life.
Problem is, murder is a high adrenaline rush.
As expected, Khazan's Finest caught me in under a month. Luckily, Don Sanders, one of the biggest Mafia dons in this city, happened to hear of my abilities. Long story short, I get off and start my new job as a mob hitman. Well, that was eight years ago. Seems that my parents' murderers were on Don Sanders's payroll.