Short Stories ~ Nomi

Unnatural (𝕤𝕔𝕚-𝕗𝕚)

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Prompt used:

🌺 PROMPT NUMBER 1 -  "Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before."

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  I stared at my reflection. It stared back.

Just by looking at me, you would assume I was completely normal. I had straight brown hair and eyes that were blue. Most of the time, anyway.

I never did anything to stand out if I could help it. Because I may have looked normal, but I was far from it.

I wished I was normal. I tried to look normal, act normal. But no matter how hard I tried, I was... unnatural.

I'd read plenty of books where the main character had powers. In the fictional world, they sounded cool, but in real life, it was hell.

Ever since I survived the freak accident that killed my parents when I was fifteen, I've been able to do things no human should be able to do.

Nobody knew about my secret and that's how I was going to keep it. Or at least, I thought nobody knew.

I stumbled back as the glass of the mirror shattered without warning. My breathing grew quicker as I caught a glimpse of my distorted reflection.

A dozen startled neon purple eyes stared back at me from the broken mirror. I closed my eyes, willing them to return to their normal color.

I counted my deep breaths and tried to calm down. I had no idea how to control my powers, my curse, but getting upset definitely wouldn't help.

Once I was sure the spell was over, I cleaned up the broken glass, grabbed my bag and left for the store.

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My hand froze on its way to open my front door. The door was cracked open.

I knew for a fact that I'd closed and locked it before leaving, so this meant someone else had broken in. A robber?

I gently set down my bag of groceries and slowly opened the door. I stepped inside cautiously, looking around wildly for any signs of intrusion.

Everything seemed eerily still and nothing was amiss apart from the door.

Just in case I wasn't alone, I grabbed the paper towel roll off the counter and held it up defensively.

"I've got a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it." I threatened the seemingly empty house.

"Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before." a male voice spoke up.

I shrieked and spun around towards the sound and threw the paper towel roll in that general direction.

A man with salt and pepper hair wearing a long white lab coat was standing casually in my living room as if he wasn't breaking and entering.

He looked down as the paper towel roll bounced off his boots and rolled across the floor.

"Get out!" I yelled, backing up against the counter and searching for something else to chuck at the stranger.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways. A man wearing all black and holding a gun stepped into view.

I gasped and pressed myself into the counter.

"I don't think I will." the scientist-looking man replied coldly.