saviour

BEGGININGS

I sit across a dilapidated building as I smile at my work, I take a quick glance at my watch noting the time. Two hours! I quickly park my things and begin to drive home. I sigh as I turn round the corner of my house, waving the neighbours, clumsily getting To the door, I slot in the key and listen to the usual click, pushing in I let the door swing wild as I stared into blank space.

I keep my box on the window sill and take my new piece to a room I keep all others, I didn't have a palace but it was comfortable and luxurious enough, not that I cared, just had weird guest sometimes. I made a cup of coffee and settled in the living room to clear my head. When I was done I headed to the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror sighing as I took off the lenses from my eyes revealing the purple irises beneath.

I was human just not completely, I think I was born this way, I guess. I knew nothing of my parents, I'm not even sure what they were,at eight I was kicked out of the orphanage when my eyes suddenly started to go glow, literally, I was a walking neon flash light. A family took me in despite this and took care of me, giving me contact lenses to cover up. I started to warm up to them and dated their daughter when I was 20. They sacrificed their lives for me when some crappy organization tried to have me a few years ago, the rest is just crap history. There was a knock on the door pulling me out of my thoughts, I mentally locked the door as I put back the lenses, telekinesis was a major ability I had with telepathy as a back up, physically I'm a one man army, my speed, strength, reflexes and response are off the charts with mad regenerative abilities, God knows I could level the city if I wanted. I took long strides to the door as I reluctantly opened up. I couldn't believe my eyes, I see girls like this everyday but not at my door step at least, she had long black hair in a ponytail behind her and bright blue eyes that seemed too bright to be real. She was dressed in blue jean and a beige blouse almost the color of her skin with a large black trench coat. "Daniel Casey? " she asked, Umm yes that's me, is there a problem?
"Not at all"she said smiling, I would have called her beautiful if she hadn't pointed a gun at me. I could easily have mentally broken her, but I needed to know who sent her.
"what is the meaning of this?" I asked masking my annoyance of having to play cool with surprise ,"are you alone? " she asked, " yes" , "tell me the truth or you'll have to die regrettably". This was pissing me off, I had better things to do that argue with an armed maniac, I started to wonder how Someone so beautiful could be this crazy. " yes I'm alone" I told her again, there's only one way to find out she said smirking then she pulled the trigger.

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