“You have eight minutes to live.”
“Bullshit!”
“Eight minutes to correct the wrongs of your life, dispel any regrets.”
“Boy, I’m about to fuck you up if you don’t get out of my way.”
“Seven minutes.”
Marco reared back to punch the stranger, but swung on empty air. The momentum carried him forward and he stumbled breifly.
“Six minutes.”
“Motherfucker!” Marco yelled and rushed the stranger who mysteriously appeared behind him. Again there was only thin air, and he continued forward. The oncoming car slammed into Marco, killing him instantly.
“Changed your fate,” the stranger said. “Died four minutes early.”
