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"There was a bright
flash inside of the truck, and I hit him back, as hard as I could. I
lunged over across the seat and punched him right in the side of the
head, and I could feel this electricity leap out of my hand and into his
face before I really even knew what I was doing. He convulsed, and the
truck veered around on the road, and I guess he had a heart attack or a
stroke while I was grabbing onto the wheel of the truck and trying to
keep us from falling off the road. He was dead by the time the truck
stopped moving, a little bit of blood coming out of his nose and
dripping down onto the front of his shirt. "I know that I killed him out of anger, and that the electricity charged up around my at that moment and had something to do with it. I mean, I was a 14-year-old kid, how hard could I hit an old man, really? Hard enough to kill him with my fist alone?" he shook his head, debating the question to himself. "Maybe, but I doubt it. That’s 14 years of rage, frustration, and manipulation, all manifested into one split-second of impact and rebellion, as far as I’m concerned." |