Thirteen Fighting

Prologue

I'm standing on the top of the building. The sky is a gloomy grey, but I'm not worried. Ever since the Revolution, skies have always looked like that. Whether it was supposed to signal impending disaster or the effects of human development, I think both are right. Kind of. 

I'm lost now. I'm just like a rag doll left behind by its owner after a storm - forgotten, lost. 

There are thirteen of us, including me, I know. Thirteen of my kind. I know thirteen means unlucky, but we're different. We're special. 

We have superpowers.

Now I know it's always hard for people to comprehend this, but it's true, like it or not. I've been using mine for about three years and I can safely say I'm pretty used to this 'weird' and 'interesting' life of being different already.

I guess it has to start from before the Revolution.

Before the Relovution, I was only 14. The revolution lasted for 3 years, so I'm 17 now. Yay, math genius.

Then, the country was in chaos (though I think the situation now is much much worse). There was a big and powerful rebellion party: ADC (Active Democratic Crashers). They wanted communism and believed that communism was the best way to rule a country. However, since the Government was powered by the belief of democracy, they clashed.

And what happens when two active parties clash. Gunfire. Chaos.

So the ADC people started trying to overthrow the Government. How? By violence. They protested, they fought, they shot, everything possible to kill people and overthrow the Government. It was definitely gory.

And the Government - which is already pretty screwed up in my opinion - fought back, hard. For the whole 3 years it was just chaos and gunshots being fired into the sky. 

My sister was killed. I remembered finding her dead body on the street. She was just going out to get a bag of rice. But she was killed by the Government. They saw her and the soldier raised his gun. I was screaming "No!" but the soldier pressed the trigger and "Bang!" The bullet flew through my sister's chest. Just like that. She was only 10. She was my only family. She had a bright future ahead of her - as a doctor, a teacher, or maybe a lawyer - but all that was ruined by that gunshot to her chest. Just like that.

So when the ADC sought for my punishment if I wanted to be part of a project to overthrow the Government, I kindly agreed. 

But I didn't know what that meant. On the outside it meant that peace could return. To me it meant getting revenge for my dead sister. But really deep down, to the knowledge of only me, the other volunteers and the ADC, it meant death.

Like, seriously, death. We were just tributes in their plan. They were so desperate to overturn the Government. I was so desperate to get revenge for my dead sister. 

That they modified us. They changed us. Not entirely - I still have two eyes, one nose, one mouth and two ears thank god - but somewhat. That was how I and my friends got our superpowers. 

And you know what is my superpower?

I am Ember Danter.

I'm a mind reader and mind controller.

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