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Nyx Erebin, age 23, heavy smoker.
Parents: Deceased.
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This is my life.
Every day is a minefield, a battle of wits against fate itself.
One slip up and I'm dead.
I've always been a skilled observer, and so far I've seen through every one of fate's tricks.
I've even developed a subconscious sixth sense, if you will.
I can feel it when the world is about to execute one of its cruel plots against me.
But the question never leaves my mind, why can I dodge fate?
Why am I special?
Is it not my destiny to die? Why must everything I have be taken from me? Just kill me already if I'm supposed to die, why this?!
Perhaps I am losing my mind, is it crazy to believe a god is the reason?
Was I really just unlucky? Or was I cursed?
Everything in my life is worthless, if I had a job, I lost it.
If I had money, it was stolen.
If I had friends, they disappeared.
Just surviving was a gauntlet of its own.
Was there going to be a robbery? What about a car crash? Hell, fate even tried to get me with a banana peel once.
I've already put fate in 'everything's worth trying once' territory.
No one stayed around me for long.
The only quirk of this eternal curse was my ability to seemingly steal luck.
It didn't last forever, but just a touch and they would receive but a taste of my despair.
It also worked on personal items, the deeper the connection their owner had to them, the more luck I could steal.
It was as if I was at the same time given but a taste of what good luck was like.
For the longest time, I was afraid of death, so I practiced and practiced until I could pickpocket with ease. Forced to be a thief just to live.
I could have just kept taking everyone's luck for myself, but I didn't want to live my shitty life playing deadly hot potato while inflicting this torment on everyone else, which is why I went so far as to always wear gloves.
I walk calmly down the pavement. I'm done with this life.
Ah, that air conditioning unit looks loose... Looks like what's going to get me in the end is the oldest trick in the book.
I'm not going to avoid this one... I have nothing left to live for, just let it end.
"Watch out!" Someone ahead screams, pushing me out of the way and being pulped instead.
I am filled with tears of despair and anger in an instant.
Why? Why can't I just die?!