Slightly Abnormal

Chapter 1 - Mending

I'm different. Yes. Different. I have superhuman abilities- in ancient times, I'm what they call a Pusher.

I have the ability to implant memories, thoughts and emotions into the minds of other people in order to manipulate them. There are only a few people around the world with my abilities. Most of them are extinct. In 1965, a highly secretive government organization used us as lab rats. They were called Vivisection. They experimented on Pushers - Movers, Shifters, Bleeders, Watches and Sniffs.

The movers are powerful telekinetics who are trained to identify the specific atomic frequency of a given material and alter the gravitational field around it, and they can cause nearby air to appear warped. They can move both inanimate and animate objects.

I've never met one. Like I said, most of us are extinct.

Shifters can temporarily alter the appearance of an object by manipulating patterns of light interacting with it. As an example, they could change a piece of paper, into a one hundred dollar bill. How awesome is that?

Bleeders have the ability to emit high-pitched sonic vibrations that cause ruptures in a target's blood vessels. While using this ability, their pupils turn into vertical slits, like a snake's, because of synthetic materials implanted in them to protect their blood vessels from the effects of their own ability. I've met one (long story), and their screams were annoying as hell.

Watchers, they can see foresee the future. Well, not clearly, though they have the ability to foresee the future to varying degrees.

I've only met one Pusher. My mother. She died though, when I was 12. I know all this because of her, she written all this information in her journal I still keep. She is a 3rd generation Pusher, That makes me 4th.

She once told me stories of her grandmother - my great grandmother, about how she was captured by Vivisection. They attempted to dose her with some augmentation, so her abilities would become stronger, or something. No one survived this dose, they kept dying.

My mother told me stories about how my great grandmother was very powerful. One of the most powerful pushers to ever live.

120 years later, I'm here. My name is Delila, and I am a 4th gen Pusher. I can manipulate minds. My eyes turn glassy coal-black whenever I use my powers to manipulate somebody. . It still freaks me out.

No one knows my ability, and no one will ever know.

Even though Vivisection is extinct, and most of the people with superhuman abilities are also - I carry the fear of one day exposing my powers to someone and risking my life. Once I use my powers - mostly to buy free clothes or something, I make people forget instantly. You never know what people could do to a freak like me. I'm not as powerful as my Mother, Her mother, and my Grandmother were, but I still hold this superhuman power inside me.

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So, I try to live a normal "human" life as human as possible. If that makes sense. I'm 17 years old, an orphan, and I live by myself. Because in this century it's 'allowed'. I attend a normal high school, and do normal homework every day. I sometimes do wish I could meet someone that has superhuman abilities.

I just feel like I'm alone in this. It's pretty rare to stumble across one of "us". I have friends at school, though not to the point where I spill my big, deep secrets to them.

Enough super human crap. It gives me one big migraine thinking about it. Today, I will go to school. Be as normal as I am every day. And just live, breathe, and whatever people do.

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7:00Am. Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast and drive myself to school.

Since I live by myself, I have to get off my butt and work in order to survive.