The War Between the World, and Me

Chapter 1; Ring the Bell of Battle

     My name is Yamir Scar, and my home is in war. The buildup of strife between the human-species suprema and the humans have gone unchecked; almost every day consists of riots and mob fighting. Suprema Bellua is only the umbrella of the recent branch of the human race. There are four types of the human race. The first are humans with limited mutations, for example, have naturally pink hair and blue freckles. The second is mutantanas, humans that have both physical and genetic animal traits combined with their DNA. Then there are superioras, humans that have abilities that can be as harmless as animal communication to as dangerous as nuclear control. Lastly, there are superiora-mutantanas, a human with both abilities and animal traits. They are extremely rare, and are known to be both mentally and physically unstable due to the number of mutations. Most that are found are known to die sooner than later.

     My family are superioras, but we aren't the ones who wanted this or on the side of the O.M.E.N.S.S. either. They want to start this idiotic war to show that they were more advanced than the common humans around the world, and that our species should wipe out every human insight. My parents wanted peace with each other. But then we were outed and outcast as soon as we were discovered. My parents were framed and forcibly taken from us. With rumors of the corrupt government officials allowing experimenting on our kind and the state of our country was currently in, I ran away with my sisters to protect them. Food and water weren't too difficult to find after we ran out of our supply, but we were always cautious of what we would find since some people would purposely spread poison to kill anyone who is a human. Despite our fears, we continued forward with our parents' warning in the minds and took caution in every step. Our training nor our parents' sacrifice will not be in vain.

     All of my sisters including me have abilities, which are known as omnigens. My oldest of my younger sisters, Jabari, can use any kind of energy as a weapon. Either it is potential or kinetic. She can also control the earth which was passed on from my father. Our other younger sister, Kefira, has the ability to control the weather, and can turn any poison into water. The youngest, Zua, has the ability to see the future, and has super strength. All three of them have the ability to fly on their own which leaves me as the only child of my parents who can't. However, that doesn't mean that I can't fly in any other way. My omnigens are super strength, shapeshifting, and telepathy. My ability to shapeshift in any animal that can fly, or simply grow a pair of wings myself until I can grow to change my DNA to grant myself the ability to fly. Though, the success of that is slim to none until I become better at controlling the genetic impulses. The omnigen that we all share, though, is that we are able to heal ourselves, and others with some limitations between us individually.

     We have been told that superioras, or mutantanas with abilities, can get certain kinds of omnigens through our ancestors, and the only ways that we can get our omnigens is that we do an exceedingly good deed, at birth, and at a certain age. It's rare to get your omnigen by a good deed since there isn't exactly a measurement of what could be considered an exceedingly good deed, or at birth, since a person would have to have a bloodline from a superiora and/or a mutantana that is extremely powerful. There have only been forty cases in the entire world where either of those had resulted in the manifestation of a person's omnigen whether it was one, or multiple. However, there had been very few cases where superioras had experienced either of them that resulted in their first omnigens. There were some that had manifested a new omnigen, or their original omnigens became even stronger on new levels that some could never imagine. Anyways, I'm getting off track with this. I'll continue telling you what happened after we ran away.

     It had been ten weeks since my parents were taken away when we finally made it to New York. We were lucky that the push of hatred against everyone "not human" had been only happening in Oregon, and a few other states scattered across the U.S. My sisters, and I had to travel through the neutral and pro-human-species states towards New York City, hoping to find help from one of our relatives.