Reaper Ch.1

Chapter 1: People don't get it

[Prompt] You have the ability to see possible futures. You’ve used this ability to prevent countless catastrophes from ever occurring. The world thinks you are an infamous serial killer. In reality, you are maintaining the best possible reality

Since the age of 10, I was called the symbol of good fortune in the town I lived in simply because I could tell when disaster would befall the town and offered solutions to prevent those disasters. It wasn’t much to me but for the town it was everything. I was 15 when suited figures came to the house on a fine saturday afternoon. They came to take me from the town. it was a struggle yet in the end, they had managed to rip me away from everything I knew. I was given a new identity and was trained in the task force until I was 18.

By that age, I was given my first assignment. It was an investigation on a serial killer case. Multiple women and children fell victim to this madman. Luckily I had that gift of seeing futures so the whereabouts and the next victims were found in no time. The next problem was how to subdue this madman. He was armed to the teeth with guns, knives and judging from the few possible futures I saw, a few hand grenades. What would have even stopped so many deaths at that time? They had him cornered and soon this man would eventually get so desperate that, he would possibly use one of those grenades and do suicide bombing. No, I can't have that, not on my first mission. So I shot despite the orders to simply standby. I got him square on the head and the look on the chief’s face when he looked at me could very well mean my removal from the ranks.

What was unusual was that I wasn't and for the proceeding missions, it was always the same. I was never questioned why I kept killing the suspects that were assigned to me. Eventually word came out that I might very well be a psychopath that was well on their way to becoming a serial killer with how much blood stained my hands. If only they knew.. If only they could see the horrible futures I could see.. I simply wanted to prevent death, So many disasters and lives being lost. I wanted to find the victims fast and I did what I could with the extent of my abilities.

It wasn’t my fault I wanted a better reality.. How I wish they would come to understand that but for now I will endure.

At 25, I had enough. I was openly called a serial killer at that time and there was no longer a reason for me to stay at the task force. The service they mandated on me was over. The task force had fully used me to the best they could yet they had the balls to ridicule me and my abilities.

It wasn’t worth helping anymore. They could all die on missions for all I care. Maybe I’ll do my own private investigations since these people are so slow. I don’t need an informant and a commanding officer as I did in all those years before. I’ve decided. I’ll go as far away from these people as possible. Good luck trying to find me while I purge this world of evil.

Chapter 2

I think I'll base this entire series on the prompts on reddit. A lot of those are really fascinating and i think they'd work well on this