Superhuman [Book 1]

Prologue

Fire. Smoke. Darkness.

The smoke was cleared, and the fire subsided. Three figures stepped through the shadows.

The first figure had white hair and the eyes of a snake. She had silver shoulder pads over top of gleaming scaly armor. Beside her, a man several times larger than the woman stood with a ripped shirt. His skin glowed a light tint of orange. A woman stood next to him. She was dark skinned with short black hair. Lightning cracked against her fingertips.

A fourth figure, male with metal for arms, stepped up ahead of the three and stared at the scene before him. A large hovercraft several times the size of a jumbo jet sat wrecked into the earth. Bodies of injured and dead lined the ground and fire spread everywhere. In the midst of the battle, a huge beast laid crippled on the concrete, begging for mercy. It had four arms and two legs. It's skin gleamed white and dripped with thick mucus. It wore no clothes and bore no hair.

"It's over!" The metal armed man screamed at the top of his lungs. His voice was raw and hoarse, almost as if he had just lost the love of his life. And he did. She had collapsed right in front of him moments before the four met the horrifying beast. Tears still stained his bruised face, snot still ran down his chin. He could not believe how many people died. There were so many bodies. There were so many wounded. And it was all the beast's fault.

He killed them all.

Finally it lay collapsed before them, crippled and darting its head towards the four figures revealing it's pure white eyes. "I can feel it," the beast wheezed, twitching uncontrollably. "It burns my skin and pulsates through my blood. I have never felt so much pain before." The beast tried to stand, but collapsed as soon as it's feet hit the concrete. It's arms crawled across the pavement as it tried to get to the figures. "What have you done to me?"

The woman farthest right smiled, revealing pointed teeth. "We have given you life," she hissed, her words melting and slithering with the smoky air.

The beast screamed as it's skin glowed whiter. It's pupils widened and his screams were drained as the light took over and the darkness dwindled.

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A girl's eyes widened as she stared at the black chalk board where the teacher was writing stuff down. It was a cloudy February day in Talladega, Alabama. She sat in the middle of the room with a pencil shaking in her hand.

She twitched in fear ever so slightly. Her teacher nor the classmates seemed to see her freak out. She looked out the window. The trees were the same, the clouds were the same. She felt like she had just lived through a lifetime yet the birds were chirping the same song they were when she blacked out.

The girl took a shallow breath and told herself that it was okay. There were no horrible creatures; the vision was something of the past. It was something of the past.

There was nothing abnormal about what just happened...right? Mr. Lane asked another question. Not exactly paying close attention, the girl ducked her head, hoping she wouldn't be called on.

As she ducked, the girl noticed words written repeatedly in her note book. They were scrawled out in handwriting that was her own. The letters shocked her. Her eyes grew wide. The girl could not believe what she was reading.

Burning. Burning. Burning.