Mark of the Mutants

Chapter 1

I rub my eyes a few times in order to wake myself up. I look at my clock and groan; considering how its 4:35 in the morning, this isn't a great start to my day. I decide to drive to the training center because its 4:35 in the morning and I'm sure nobody is up.

I jumped off my bed and walked into the bathroom. My waist length dirty blonde hair is tangled and sticking up on the top of my head. I don't even attempt to brush the bush that I call hair, so I just quickly pull it up into a ponytail. After washing up, I grab my make up kit and begin to cover up my mark. This is the mark of a Deviant, a symbol of our sorry existence. It's to show the world of the abominations radiation created. Apparently fifteen year old girls are abominations.

Well I'm sure there are some out there but many of the Deviants aren't. We were taken from our homes because of certain likable characteristics that became enhanced to do The Bomb. They tried to strip us of our own identity, but luckily a friend and I escaped with some help from a marine officer who was able to sort through the lies of the government. Unfortunately many of the Deviants were left behind and that is when I came up with the C.J.A an organization set to stopping the work of the yellow eyed menace.

I grabbed my black army watch and pulled on a pair of shorts, a Spiderman t-shirt, and my favorite "Don't suck. Just do it" sweat shirt and walked over to the Kingdom hearts poster in my room. I pushed in the tack holding up the poster and a small section of the wall slid smoothly away to reveal a keypad. I typed in my pass code, 1016, and the wall length poster split down the middle and pulled apart to expose a tube. I stepped in and felt the rush of air blast me downwards through the tubing to my underground lab. As soon as I felt the air stop, the front of the tube slid open to reveal a high tech lab with a floor length computer and a work bench in the corner. I walked past the small one room infirmary I set up, and grabbed a foot long steel pole. It revved in my hand and I smiled as I slid my thumb across the pole and tossed it in front of me. Before it hit the ground, the pole transformed into a steel gray motorcycle.

I climbed on and pushed a button on the handle of the cycle that opened section of the wall into a tunnel and I sped off to the training center.

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WHACK, THWACK, WHACK. I continued to punch the punching bag until I knocked the bag off of the hook. After about three rounds of this I figured I should stop destroying private property and moved on to the mutation room. This is what a Deviant is, a mutation. Due to mass radiation many people's genes became manipulate and changed creating certain abilities.

The scanner above the door recognized me and set up the room in order to train my abilities. The automatic door released and I stepped into a steel factory. The bronze and steel piping lined the walls and the cranes moved hot, molten metal to and from conveyer belts. My instincts were buzzing like crazy and I turned around and met the eyes of some guards.

I twisted the dial on my watch counterclockwise and pressed down on the watch face. I felt my appearance begin to change as my hoodie transformed into a black tank top and my shorts and tennis shoes into black shorts and light weight combat boots. Gun holsters appeared at sides and my knife and sheath appeared strapped onto my thigh. My hair was in a tight, long braid half way down my back and my black mask appeared on my face. In other words I looked like a kick butt Lara Croft.

I flipped back as the guards made a jump for me I cart wheeled to the side dodging them once again. I ran over to one of the conveyer belts and closed my eyes and concentrated on the molten metal. I began to feel the warm sensation of the warm liquid streaming through my veins. I slashed my arm downwards and the molten metal mimicked my movement. I continued to move my arms in a similar fashion and flicked the molten metal at the guards until I ran out of the molten material. More and more guards began to stream out from the back of the factory.

I pulled out one the guns from its holster, the grappling hook, and shot at the railing above the conveyer belts. A hook shot out from the gun and attached itself on the railing and I released the trigger and it pulled me effortlessly up to the scaffolding. I ran across the scaffolding dodging bullets by cart wheeling and flipping out of the way. I shot the grappling hook at the other wall and as soon as it caught hold of the other side I released the trigger and jumped. As I flew through the air my instincts buzzed and I glanced up in time to see the line severed by the molten metal. I heard it snap and I screamed as I began to fall.