As I walked down the street I heard him. One of those street preachers. He was old and had long grey hair and a beard. He had green eyes and wore very simple clothing. He had a crowd around him, listening to what he said. He was one of those hyperactive spiritual jerks preaching to us atheist people that we were all doomed to hell.

What does he know? I thought. I heard him going on and on about how God is a generous perfect God. I was able to just tune him out and walk along until he said:

"Everything happens for a reason, and it all works together for the glory of God!"

That was it. I was done.

"Hey!" I yelled, "You're a Christian right?"

He turned to me, there was kindness in his eyes.

"Yes," He replied, "I am."

"Why is it just so annoying to you that we are not?" I yell ignoring his kind look.

"It is not frustrating to me that you don't believe," He responds, "Why would you think that?"

"Because if you didn't care," I say, "Why don't you take all your bull about some sky daddy to a church?"

I expected him to get mad, I wanted to argue with him so bad, but he still had the same kind and peaceful look in his eye.

"Well," He said calmly, "Do you care that I'm Christian?"

"No!" I yell angrily.

"Then why go out of your way to create conflict with me?"

The crowd around him laughs and I feel my cheeks flush.

"I'm just mad that you're pushing this on everybody!" I yell "You want to believe in God? Go ahead! Just don't preach at me!"

"Who says I'm pushing this on you?" He asks calmly.

"Well, you're standing there screaming your crap like some banshee!" I retort.

"No one forcing you to listen, you can walk away. No one is stopping you."

"You still shouldn't be doing this!" I stand my ground.

"Sir," He comes closer to me, "Do you support the LGBTQ?"

"Of course!" I respond.

"Do you support their parades and marches?"

"Yes!" I am angry now.

"Well, what's the difference between that and what I'm doing here?"

I sat there, unable to speak for a moment. I don't know what to say. Tears well up in my eyes as I think about what brought me here in the first place.

"How can you say 'All things work together for the glory of God'" I change my tactics, "When children die of cancer every day? When girls can't feel safe outside of their homes for fear of being kidnapped, raped, and murdered? How can that be for the glory of God? What kind of God let my daughter die with a tumor in her lungs?"

The old man is quiet for a moment, I see tears in his eyes. I think I've won, but he begins talking.

"I don't know every answer," He replies, even still the look in his eye is kind and peaceful, but now, there are tears, "And I felt very similarly when I stood by my granddaughter's bedside as she died. Do you wanna know why I still believe?"

I searched his eyes for an answer but, did not find one. Tears streamed openly from my eyes.

"How?"

"Because the last thing she said to me was 'Don't worry Grandpa, I'll be with God and he will protect me.'" Tears also fell down his face, "Even as she died she believed. When she went to hell and came back, she still stood strong. What gives me more of a right to quit than her."

I stood across from him.

I waited.

He made the first move.

He flicked a switch on the lightsaber hilt and it emitted a red blade.

He leaped at me and attempted to bring it down on my head.

I ignited my own green lightsaber and raised it in defense and blocked the strike. I then backed up and swung it at his right side. He blocked it and quickly moved to strike my head. I parried again and stepped back. We both stopped. Both of us ask the same question in our heads. Was it worth dying over this? The answer for both of us was... yes.

He jabbed at my stomach but I batted his blade away. I then did three attacks one after another. He deflected all of them. We continued hammering away at each other's defenses until he kicked me in the chest. I flew into a holo-table behind me. He performed the same move as he did at the beginning of our fight but this time, I only barely blocked it.

I pushed him backward and got up. He ran at me again and I used the force to send him back.

"Master!" I heard from the right.

I had little time to turn and see my padawan running into the room. He unleashed a blue lightsaber and took a stance. Makashi, the duelist form. I went to him and stood beside him taking my own form Vaapad. Our opponent then settled on Ataru and then leaped at us with a barrage of aggressive attacks. We defended ourselves to the best of our ability but my padawan had his right arm and leg severed from his body. No blood leaked out because the lightsaber burnt it all. He fell back and laid still.

I glared at my enemy. I then leaped and performed my own barrage of attacks but he blocked and tried to use an opening to stab me in the stomach. I barely blocked it again. I backed up and so did he. We stared at each other, I could feel the hate.

Oh, how the mighty can fall.

I threw my lightsaber at him. He deflected it and leaped at me just as he plunged the blade into my stomach I used the force to pull my lightsaber back and into him. We stared at each other. The surprise and pain on his face were almost too much to bear. He fell to the floor dead. I heard my fellow Jedi coming into the room as I fell to the floor and my vision went black.

The first bullet missed my head by an inch. I dove behind the closest piece of cover which was a concrete pillar that rose out of the ground. I drew my Walther P99 and I peeked out the right side of my cover and fired two shots. Both collided with his head and he dropped to the floor. Blood leaked from the right side of his face.

I peeked left but ducked back just as another guy shot an assault rifle at me. I took a deep breath and did a tactical roll out of my cover to a wood table that was flipped to act as a barricade. I peeked for only a few seconds and shot once. When I peeked again I saw the new guy was also dead. I ran to the guy I had just killed and took his gun. A nice M4A1 assault rifle with an EOTech scope, a red dot sight, and a foregrip.

I picked it up and grabbed the ammo from the guy's boy. I reloaded the gun and pushed forward to the next room.

It appeared to be a Library. I moved slowly and made sure not to get tunnel vision.

I knew I had a limited time to find the bomb and disarm it. I started going through the room until I found a briefcase. I opened it and saw a bomb. I pulled pliers from my pocket and snipped three wires and the bomb was deactivated. Another successful mission

Suzanna trembled as she held the wet cloth to Sam's neck. It wasn't helping. The blood was leaking through. She tried to make her breath steady but it wasn't working. Why wasn't Greg back? Was he okay? What was happening? And where was Danny?

She knew it was her fault, and she felt horrible! Sam was dying because of her!

All of a sudden the kitchen door opened and Danny rushed into the room. he had short blond hair and

"How did this even happen?" He asked.

"I- I don't know," Suzanna tried to respond. "I mean you were there! You saw what I saw!"

"I saw it," Danny said "But unlike popular opinion seeing does not mean believing."

Danny started unpacking the first aid kit he had gotten from the bathroom. Luckily he had gone to medical school and knew what he was doing.

Suzanna stepped back. Why was he doing this? She refused to be like him! But this was too far! Sam was close to dead and Greg might have been dead. She was done.

"Danny, I need to tell you something..."

"On a scale of one to ten how important is it?" He asked not even looking at her.

"Like an immediate one hundred." She replied.

"Can you tell me while I do this?" He asked

"Hopefully," Suzanna responded.

Suzanna told him everything that had happened that day. He kept stopping what he was doing for mere seconds before realizing that he should keep going. After Suzanna was done he was silent for a little while.

"That doesn't make sense," He finally said.

"Do you think it makes any more sense to me?" Suzanna asked.

"Ok, it's fine, we will get through this together," Danny said, "Look I found something when I was getting the first aid, I didn't think much of it at the time, but after what you said, I think it's the key to unlocking this mystery."

Suzanna nodded.

Option 1: Fire

Fire is an option because I have always loved fire. It's always been something I could stare at and watch dance for hours. I'd prefer it over a few wonders of the world!

Option 2: Flying

C'mon, everyone would love to fly!

Option 3: Super Speed

I would have super speed because I have always loved running. When I was ten, I was on a football team and when my coach would tell us to run, everyone but me would protest. I would ask for more. Running has always been something that makes me feel free.

Alignment: Hero

I think I would be a hero because I have always cared about the lives of the people around me. I have always wanted to defend those in need not harm them.

Staggard breaths

Gosh, that's it!

I never saw the dang thing.

It sounded like it had bad lung problems.

No one believed me!

Every night I would hear it creak up the stairs.

I would hide under my blankets.

I told mom, dad, my sister, everyone!

They didn't see it I didn't see it so nobody believed it.

I decided I would see it.

When I heard the foot steps top at my door I chickened out.

I never saw it

But it

Saw

Me.