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Darius's life was never a pleasant one, his life in his own words was "one misfortune after another" from being late to work because the bus decided to pull out faster then usual or police deciding to hassle him because of the color of his skin. Little did he know that his fate could and would get worse, it was 1997 in a small Florida town when he took his last breaths.
"I really appreciate you doing this for me Ty, I know that you have been busy but you made time out of your schedule just so I can see my parents" Darius turned and looked at his friend Tyrone with a small shoulder punch. Darius has only known him for a year and half but if you looked at them now you would think them like brothers. "No problem, man what kinda friend would I be if I didn't help a brotha out" Tyrone moved his hazel colored eyes away from the road just for a second to share a laugh with Darius.
"I just was a little surprised that you want to visit them down here again, I heard down south isn't the safest for people like you and me?" Ty chuckled at his own joke as he could see Darius roll his eyes. "Oh, get a hold of yourself...that's just a stereotype" Darius said “what next you think all white southerners are backward hicks?” Before Ty could even give a sarcastic retort, they heard the sound that most black people dread just from experience…the classic siren sounds. Ty quickly pulls over and waits for the inevitable. “Told ya” Tyrone says with a tone so dry that it belongs in a dessert. “Shut it” Darius says before they both put on their “talking to police voice”.
“What is the problem officer?” Darrius says with a non-combative fake nice voice, all 3 of them from the cop to the two men sitting in the car know that he is full of shit. “Licence and Registration” Officer Bradely says with a voice and expression that looked like it was begging one of the two men to act out so he can hurt them.
As Ty went to grab his cards, Bradley thought he saw a weapon and quickly opened fire but something strange happened. Strange and extremely horrific…Lighting Struck the Car and the last thing Darius saw was blood, his blood, their blood covering the car.
He woke up again, in someone’s hands…some woman who seemed to be overjoyed from just simply seeing him. “I think I’m going to name him…Elijah…I love you little Eli”. He felt a spark both figuratively and very literally.
He saw himself in a reflection of his new mother’s eyes and grieved a life that was not but a bygone memory and came to a second thought as he can see small currents between his fingers…
I’M A FUCKING BLACK GUY WITH LIGHTING POWERS AND I DIED IN A POLICE HOLDUP
FUCK.