"Evil, evil, evil - Charles Manson!" I exclaimed.
I'd try killing Charlie Manson in his prison cell, maybe have the earth open up and swallow him. I concentrated, and was soon in his prison cell.
"DIE!" I shrieked, and pointed my index finger.
The bearded man with the swastika on his forehead screamed, and covered his eyes with his hands. When he lowered his hands I could see his eyes were glowing from within. The swastika glowed and vanished from his forehead. He dropped to his knees. His unkempt hair became a crew cut. His age ravished body was young again. He was 30 if he was a day. He grabbed my hands and exclaimed.
"You've cured me! The voices have finally stopped, and I can think clearly now. I have done terrible things, I have made others do terrible things. I need to make amends."
I waved my hand dismissively for the former killer to be gone, and he was gone. I was alone in the cell. I sat down on the bed and wondered if I had really destroyed Manson. I looked at the locked cell door, and then I walked through it, as if it were air.
The television was blaring from the guard station as I walked through the prison. Hail to the Chief played, and the announcer said, "President Charles Manson will now address the American people."
Okay, I hadn't liquidated Manson. I'd made him president. A serial killer with control over nuclear weapons? This might work out yet. I grinned, and was transported to the Distric of Columbia.