A touch. My parents met because of it, and my sister got a scholarship. A touch. That's all. Me? I was touched too. I had the Blood Touch. They abandoned me. Now, they need me, but don't even remember me.
I blinked. The sky was dark. I could see the endless waving grass. The wreckage of the Boulton Paul Defiant was scattered around the field where I lay, and the bomb parts looked like dead bodies around me.
You are a teenager with the ability to measure how "dangerous" people are on a scale from 1-10 just by looking at them. a child would be a 1, while a trained assason may be a 7. today, you see the new kid at school measures a 10