O' What The Brain Can Do

Prologue: Welcome to Hell

      If there's one thing I learned about the world, it's that it is a cold and wretched place. My name is Bella D. Shadell. My world is filled with nothing but repetitive violence and merciless crimes. As I was walking to my house that I shared with my parents, I saw a tall man running out. I vividly remember the man's face. At least the part that was unmasked. His hair was jet black. His eyes were a burning amber. His face was in perfect symmetry. Two glistening gems under each eye. His skin was pale but had the strangest hue of blue. Other than that I can't remember anything. I had sprinted into my house, as the man had left the door open. Immediately a horrid stench blocked all my senses. I saw my mutilated mother and father lying on the floor. I dropped to my knees and put my hand over my mouth, feeling tears well up and falling down my cheeks. This was one of the many horrors in my life.

     "Bella, can you keep a promise?" "Yes, Daddy, of course I can!" "Now Bella, this is not a happy promise. You know the world is against people like us. You have to promise to destroy all of my work if I'm ever killed. You must keep yourself hidden forever, Bella." "B-But Daddy..." I couldn't answer. "Why do they hate us!?" "Because they're afraid of us. Afraid of you."

    I looked around the house, finding it remarkable how symmetrical the crime seen was, but remembering my father's words. I had to destroy. Numbly rising to my feet I looked at my mother. She never wanted this. No, she was never a part of this. This whole damn world. She was brought into it by love. I looked to the door, focusing on it until it slammed shut and locked. My eyes began to glow in their faint violet color. I screamed. I screamed and began to toss around the force energy from the house to destroy all the belongings. I had to get rid of everything. I felt my rosewood hair bellowing behind me and my blood pumping through my veins. Swinging my arms, I flung the entire decor around until I had no strength left. I collapsed, and blacked out.

     "Daddy..." He walked over to me. Comforting me. "I-I sorry Daddy! I didn't wanna! I don't know how I did that!" I looked over at the dead dog. I had gotten angry at him. I had thrown him with my mind. I don't know how I did it. For me, life was always different. I was one of the .01 percent. There are only 700,000 of us. 700,000 of what they call "Intele". In all reality we are nothing but humans with a greater sense. Unlike most humans, we can access all areas of the brain at once. We know how to manipulate our cells and wavelengths. The Investigating team was referred to as BWP, or, Brain Wave Protection. The BWP gave us different classes.

Cellumancers- Intele that use their abilities to transform and disfigure their bodies into horrific beasts. These Intele are typically incredibly strong but weaken quickly.

Telekinurs- Intele that use their abilities to use telepathic and telekinesis abilities. They have the best stamina and typically have the most intelligence. However, they are not very fast when it comes to hand to hand combat.

Manicronics- Intele that use their abilities to manifest other people's minds in a form of mind control and can alter the fabric of reality with certain people. These are some of the most dangerous Intele. They excel in speed and agility but have little strength.

      I would have fallen into the Telekinur category. But one thing we all had in common was our strong memories and ability to learn. Our senses are much stronger than humans. Overall, we are superior. We don't hurt anyone. Or at least, Telekinurs don't hurt anyone. The BWP doesn't plan to kill us. They want to explore our brains. See how they work. We're a rare "species". My mother was just an average human. My father was like me, a Telekinur. He had research on why we are born this way. He didn't want anyone to know about us, about it, however. He wanted me to destroy it. So I did. I'm only in high school, my senior year. That man. That strange man. Who was he? Did he kill my parents? He must have. He killed them. Damn him! Damn him to hell!