Touch

He tried to take my life. Instead, I took his.
 
 It was a long time ago. I remember it was dark, and I didn't see my killer until it was too late. As I died, my hand touched his. That's when the first switch took place.
 
 Suddenly, I was looking through the eyes of my killer, and I was watching myself die.
 
 Now switching is easy. I can jump from body to body, have any life, be anyone.
 
 Some people touch lives. Others take them. I do both.