Ignite the Rebellion

The Spark Ignite's

Iris Ambrose stared out the window of the crowded train people talking in hushed tones to one another, Iris is watching the monotonous gray buildings of Arcadia blur past the train car window. The city's atmosphere weighed heavily on her, a constant reminder of the individuality she was forced to suppress, everyone else seemed to do it so seemingly... A distinctive white streak runs through her raven hair, Iris stood out among the sea of homogenized faces, synchronized movements, seeming to have no thought in their minds just blindly following their day to day lives. Iris has always had a silent rebellion against the conformity that permeated every aspect of her life in this dystopian metropolis.

As the train lurched forward starting the ride, Iris felt the familiar restlessness stirring within her. She had spent her entire life in this place, working a mundane job at a government-run facility, but she had always known that she was different from everyone else her mother, and older sister always said so – that there was something more to her than the compliant masses that surrounded her. A strange energy that coursed through her veins, the sense of being an outsider, had become a constant companion to her, a silent reminder of the life she was meant to live, she just didn't know how to live it.

Iris tightened her grip on the worn strap of her bag, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and the possibility of a future beyond the oppressive confines of Arcadia. She knew that the authorities were always watching everyone, their watchful gaze ever-present, ready to snuff out any sign of individuality or dissent. But the weight of this knowledge only fueled her determination to break free some how, to find a way to understand this feeling of longing that lay dormant within her.

As the train pulled into her stop abruptly, Iris steeled herself, her piercing blue eyes scanning the platform for any signs of the ever-present security forces, and sure enough they're standing high and proud in their uniforms. With a deep breath, she stepped out into the busy platform, putting her head down while walking seemingly blending into the crowd around her like she has done her whole life, walking in the shadows. Iris is walking out of the train station, her heart slightly pounding as she navigated the familiar route to her workplace – a nondescript government facility where she spent her days performing mindless tasks, her mind constantly wandering to the possibilities that lay beyond the city's borders.

The commute to work was always the most tense part of Iris's day. As she made her way through the crowded streets, her senses were on high alert, constantly scanning for the ever-present security forces that patrolled the city, but she's blending into the crowd.

Just as she was rounding the corner, a group of armed officers stepped into her path, one puts his arm out stopping Iris from continuing walking, she looks up a little bit of confusion on her face saying with a level tone "Guards, is there a problem?" The guard speaks up, authority in his voice "Just a routine check, ma'am. Unless you have something to hide..." she quickly piped up saying " No, sir just on the way to work at the government facility." nodding her head to the guards as a form of respect. Iris's heart raced as she felt their suspicious gazes upon her, her distinctive white streak of hair immediately marking her as different from the compliant masses.

Trying to remain calm, Iris complied with the officers' demands as it was just a normal routine check, but as one of the guards reached out, roughly grabbing her arm, a surge of panic and adrenaline coursed through her, the guard that grabbed her arm whispered to her "Why do you really have that white streak in your hair? Are you one of the Deviant outcasts, a hidden rebel?" She look the guard in their eyes, a slight rage induced in her she starts whispering back "No, sir! I was born with it, but like I said I'm just on the way to work could I go please?" yanking her arm out of the guards grasp with a little bit of attitude, the second guard yells "Oh, we're not done here yet, come back!" Reaching out, yanking her back by her hair making Iris let out a shriek of pain. Reacting on pure instinct, Iris lashes out, her eyes start glowing pure white, suddenly glowing white tattoos appear on her body, unleashing a powerful burst of white energy that sends the guards flying backwards, their bodies slamming against the nearby buildings with a sickening crack.