"It isn't easy being faster than the speed of sound"
It was a cold and dreary night on that fateful day, strong winds blowing from the east from the mouth of an angry god, droplets of rain crashing down from the clouds above my head, blocking the moons light and bringing darkness,large waves rocking the ship back and forth, and a single objective which I had to fulfill. Hundreds of miles away from any landmasses, in the middle of the Atlantic ocean near the Mid-Atlantic ridge, there I was on a cargo-ship, hiding on the upper deck away from prying eyes, with my sight on the captains quarters. For many decades I have specialized in special operations under the authority of the CIA, disbanding terrorist groups, assassinating major figures, gaining intelligence on foreign governmental entities, and traversing the world. Tonight, my objective was to kill the captains guest, a young man from a Norway who was a very influential figure in the Norwegian government who felt like taking a small vacation into the ocean. I knew not why I was to kill this person, or how to do it, but was only told that it needed to be done, and without question. I had worked my way through the maze of shipping containers, avoiding the bright floodlights illuminating the entirety of the ship, and the employees waltzing around, trying to brighten up their day here in the wet hell. Being seen wasn't a problem, it isn't easy to see that which travels faster than the speed of sound, but one must remember that such high speed results in the displacement of large amounts of air in a short interval of time, and does generate the loudest of sounds, which causes suspicion to arise. What would normally take a human perhaps hours to complete took me only a few seconds, and in the blink of an eye I had made it to the captains quarters from the front deck, producing a knife from within my coat, ready to fulfill my duty. I opened the door, completely bypassing the lock through mere brute force (Fists moving faster than the speed of sound from a stopped position in mere milliseconds generates forces you couldn't even begin to fathom), and navigated my way to the captains bedroom. I had once again punched their door open and made my way to the left side of the bed, raising my knife high into the air, grasped within both my fists, and without hesitation, driven into the heart of my victim, them completely oblivious to what had just occurred, and the sound of the door finally reaching us. They had awoken from their deep slumber, shrieking in terror at the blade lodged deep within their torso stained with their blood, and a small bipedal creature unlike any other seen before standing at their side. I had taken a few steps back, the victim still screaming in fear and the captain barging into the room, grasping a shotgun and scanning the room, catching me in his sight, and pointing his gun at me, shouting the words, "What are you?!?!?!", his body trembling in fear like a cornered dog being approached by the controller of animals. I had responded, "They call me B", and with the conclusion of my statement, I squeezed my eyes shut, concentrating the energy within me to prepare for my departure. I had begun to levitate into the air, a glowing white aura forming around me, illuminating the room, and protecting me from the bullets of the captain's gun. I had slammed my hands together, and a black sphere had grown from my solar plexus, consuming the entirety of my body, and then shrunk into an infinitesimally small point, sending me through the fabric of reality faster than the speed of light and leaving me in the main control room of the pentagon, completely powerless and weakened what I had just performed.