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Chapter 1

  Chapter 1

The full moon shone brightly down onto the quiet neighbourhood of Astoria in Queens. It was a cold February night; a puff of smoke escaped her mouth as she exhaled the last puff of her stick. Throwing the cigarette bud onto the grass, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket as kept her head down, afraid that she might be seen. The dried grass crunched beneath her sneakers as she walked across the football field. The floodlights were still on, shining ever so brightly – the groundskeeper must've forgotten to switch them off after the game.

The field and school had already been cleared out once the game was done, the team was probably off celebrating their victory somewhere. She wasn't the type of person to attend games, or anything related to school spirit. She hated crowds. She hated the people who were involved in those crowds. The years of torment she endured just because she didn't socially fit in. Maybe, someday, she'll find somewhere that she'll fit but for now, she only thought of revenge against the people who made her school life a living hell. What better way than destroying the place they love to gather at.

She thought if she had meddled with their game, it would have made her feel better but making the ball vanish and having players colliding wasn't enough. Letting the ball reappear, hitting one of the fallen player's helmets wasn't enough. Making the crowds of spectators confused wasn't enough. She wanted more because the satisfaction wasn't enough. Standing in the middle of the field, she gazed into the glaring floodlights surrounding the field before closing her eyes. She did it before, maybe she could do it again.

Removing her hands from her pockets, she lifted them up above her, her palms facing the floodlights, drawing the energy from the lights. Concentrating, she felt the light energy surge through her, as balls of lights appeared in the palms of her hands, and she was surrounded a golden aura. The golden flecks in her dark brown eyes started glowing as she swung her left arm towards the right side of the field, damaging the grass, leaving an insignia of a tribal sun. Her right arm swung towards the left side of the field, doing the same thing while she focused more energy into her left arm again. As she recovered her right arm, another large sphere of light appeared in her left palm again.

As she was about to release the ball of light again, she heard the security alarm rang. Her eyes widened in fear, hearing the high-pitch siren blaring.

"Fuck." she muttered, now scanning the area if there was a possible exit, her left arm still suspended in the air. She could hear police sirens ringing in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. Her heart pounded in her ears, and without thinking, the ball of light in the palm of her left hand was released into the sky. As it left her grasp, it transformed into a brilliant beam of white light, cutting through the night like a beacon, illuminating everything in its path as it shot upward.

Gazing up briefly at her beam of light that brightened the night sky, she sprinted for the cut-out in the chain-link fence, which students used to sneak out of school during class time. As she went through the cut-out, she ran towards the direction of her street as though her life depended on it. As she ran, a large grin crept onto her face, and for the first time, she had never felt even more happier being at school.

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"Witnesses report a sudden beam of light shot up from the football field of a local high school in Astoria. The beam of light could be seen from as far as Boston for several minutes. Eyewitnesses described the light as blindingly bright. Fortunately, there are no reports of injuries. The source of light remains unknown, but when local law enforcements arrived at the scene, the school's football field had been severely damaged and has been rendered unusable. From our helicopter's view, two insignias have been singed into the field. The same insignia was found in a nearby neighbourhood a couple of months –" As the news programme was about to flash the burnt pattern onto the screen, the television switched off, cutting the news report short. The room fell into a heavy silence, the last words echoing in the air.