I asked the guy what I would have to do to get in. It turns out I have to take a test, but it would be different than a normal entrance exam.


    I would have to prove I could use my powers well and take the normal test.


    He says to come back in 2 days for the entrance exams


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    When I got back I to the gang headquarters I heard news that another gang was challenging my rule. I asked what they were doing and apparently I been challenged to a duel by their leader. He keeps his powers a secret so no research will help me.


    I go to their headquarters which is nicer than ours and ask the guy in the lobby where i go for dueling.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    He seems to get the point and trembles slightly before pointing up stairs and giving me directions.


    I arrived at the office and said “Lord Eelo here” and he replied with “Who are you?”


    I said “The person you wanted to duel” I replied calmly. Some rustling came from inside and i heard the scraping of wood on wood and he opened the door “ He had a suspicious smile and punched me right in the face.


    I try to dodge, but he is almost as fast as me, so he hits but the punch does almost no damage. I say “Wow you’re fast” and calmly grabs his wrist and pull. I hear a pop and realize I dislocated his arm.


    He almost screams for help, but remembers we’re dueling. I rip his arm off and blood comes spraying out. He’s screaming like a man possesed and I quickly try and find something to use as a bandage.


    I rip off part of my shirt and tie it around the wound. I then try and heal it because I have a pretty good Idea of what my “hidden” power is.


    I concentrate and try to tell my subcomnsious that I will die if he is not healed.


    It does not work.


    The shirt doesn’t work, but I can’t stop the blood. In my rush to stop him from bleeding out I forgot to call for help.


    He eventually bleeds out and I collapse in a pile of grief.


    My heart can’t handle the fact I have killed, KILLED!


    I just lie alone and cry.