In Bad Company (ReWriting)

A Simple Introduction

Dear Reader,

So, I am being forced to write this, and I just know my hand will get cramped. I can already feel it. The desk is cold, it smells like a hospital in here, and the ink slightly runs on the paper, but I guess I'll have to deal with it. It is my fault I'm in here anyway.

To begin:

My name is Tessa Jordan, which sounds pretty cool to me. I am alive, some-what human, and breathing. I had two siblings, Stephen, who is 17, and Natalie, who was 23.

I am currently 21, and not enrolled in school. No, not even college. We couldn't afford it, and with the lifestyle we live, there wouldn't be enough time.

To be fair, our family wasn't, and still isn't, a conventional one. One mother used to run a family of three hooligan children, with the once-in-awhile help of an out-of-the-loop aunt. One mother provided for the family, choosing to work the night shift at god knows where - she didn't tell us, we didn't ask. I liked to pretend that she was a superhero, saving people up until the crack of dawn, getting paid by the banks she saved.

But to be realistic, she worked at the B&B down the street, cleaning up after guests and such.

My mother, unlike the rest of us, was a normal human. My father, the person who has never shown up in my life, was not. After he sired my sister and I - 2 years apart- he left. My brother came along to another man 5 years later, who, ironically, was also not human, and who also left when my brother turned 5. My mother seemed to be a magnet for these types of people.

Since the "super" gene is dominant, my mother had to raise 3 genetically odd, hyper children all on her lonesome. The upside was, however, she rarely had medical bills - except for a few scares, like the one time I teleported onto the roof, which, since I was still young, ended up in a broken arm.

She lost her life when I was sixteen, which was 5 years ago. While I have learned to accept her death, my siblings and I truly were not fully over it. My Sister, who at the time had just turned 18, adopted the my brother and I, and our Aunt helped to provide sustenance. It seemed my mother's death put her ass in gear, and she finally started helping.

On my 20th birthday, unnatural things started happening around the world. It used to be a coincidence every now and then, but then the headlines were full of odd things, like people drained of blood or people torn apart by animals in the middle of their in-town apartment, or straight disappearing from the middle of the street. People started rioting. The government then took action, placing a few laws and such. Then they picked a few families - not completely at random, but it seemed like it was - to slowly expose the Supernatural race to the world.

It just so happened my family was apart of the experiment, and I, being the smartest of my siblings, started to try to be the hero, rescuing people left and right, using my gifts.

But it is very hard; so don't blame me for the mess, please.

And dear god, don't make me clean it up. That's my sister's job.

Anyway, this is my story.

Tessa Jordan, Super Hero extraordinaire.