Demon

Chapter One

Hello. Um... I'm Thalia, I'm fourteen and this was not my idea. Alfie ( My kind of adoptive father) told me that I should share my lifetime adventures because... well, I say lifetime, you can call it fantasy, but I swear it happened. It all did, though I wish some of it didn't.

I began life somewhere in the centre of England, near Bristol, I think. At the age of four, my parents (whom I still don't know the identity of) and I were going... somewhere. I remember that my mother was acting strange, as was my father. It was an awfully long car journey to a large, somewhat industrialized building. We went in, they signed some forms, and we were all taken in to a room. I sat a couple seats down from my parents, and was playing with some toys. They seemed to be keeping their distance; I'd began to notice that from the age of two. In comparison with other parents, mine seemed cold and professional. I still refuse to believe that it was planned.

After about ten minuets, I heard the door slam open. A team of many armed men had burst in, five of which were charging towards me. When I'm angry, I will not be held responsible for my actions. I raised my hand; two of them flew backwards. With a satisfying crunch, they hit the wall on the other side of the room and were both slouched, lifeless. The remaining men opened fire on me, and I was weakened enough to be transported to what I would call home for the next two years.

Chapter Two

I awoke to find myself in a fully-secured room. My clothes had the blood of my now-deceased parents splattered in random positions. My stripy tights and pink top had bullet holes ripped in them with fully healed skin beneath them. I knew I was different. From the time I was born, I knew more than any newborn alive; the fact I didn't cry and simply surveyed my new surroundings was proof enough.

The signs to me that I had.. powers first came when I was but two and left alone in my room at night. I remember feeling in danger; but never scared. I dropped one of my beloved toys who stopped me from going mad by my dark thoughts, and I decided to get it back myself rather than crying. I stood in my cot and stretched my hand over the side. To my up most surprise, it slowly and shakily made it's way to my hand. I clutched it to my chest and lay down. My young mind was racing with the possibilities of this. Was I different? Could everyone do this? After much contemplation, I had decided to show everyone in the morning. If it was normal, everything would be fine. If I was... special, I would get a pat on the back and more attention. I thought.

As you may have guessed, that was not normal, and there was a very negative reaction when my cup floated across the room.

So there I found myself, alone, angry, but still not afraid. I saw a camera; my immediate reaction was to crack it's surface. But I did more than that. As I watched the useless, crumpled piece of metal fall to the ground, I smiled. Surely I could escape?

I began my destructive path, destroying cameras, ripping out the lights and forcing them at the wall. Someone entered. I hadn't noticed the small, obviously blast-proof door in the left-hand corner of the room. I shamefully looked at the floor and felt foolish in front of this visitor; who had viewed my unsuccessful attempts.

She walked slowly toward me, knelt down and briefly laughed." Honey, you can't leave here." She said in a faintly American accent. I studied her appearance and came to the conclusion that I was not going to like her. Not at all. "This is your home now" She continued, looking at me in a way I can't really describe, an endearing, yet judging manner. It confused me a great deal.

So I spent about 8 months in quite isolated conditions, with just the American lady and some researchers visiting me. I was tutored and allowed to practice my powers; my physical and mental strength increased greatly over that time.