Death Dealer

Prolog:

My name is Misty and this is me.

Have you ever been so confused about what's happening around you, that you have to stop and think to yourself "What the hell is happening here?" Well that's exactly how I felt seeing my world fall apart.

Let me rewind a bit and tell you it all from the beginning. Hold on to your hats, you're in for one hell of a trip.

Chapter One: One Year Ago.

As a typical twenty-two year old I'd say that life is pretty normal. Well as normal as it can get. Think about it. In today's society what is normal? I have a job that I enjoy to an extent. I have a loving family. A kick-ass boyfriend and the best of friends.

However I've never really felt truly at peace with the world because I've had a secret that no one and I mean no one knows about: I'm a Death Dealer. Now I know what you may be thinking: "Death Dealer? What the hell is that?" Well its pretty wicked if I do say so myself. I look like an angel but I'm far from it. I'm not a demon either. I'm a very rare creature that is almost extinct, by almost, I mean I'm the last one in existance.

I figured out what I was on my sixteenth birthday when I went through the excruciating process of having my wings rip through the skin of my shoulders. My physical attributes changed drastically. My hair went from a soft brown to a black so dark it could only be described as obsidian. Definitely not a color you could find in a damn box. My eyes changed as well. From a pristine crystal blue to literally a fucking neon green, not that it bothers me, neon green can be a bit freaky to humans.

The other changes I experienced were not visible to the outside world. No it was within me. I developed gifts. My physical strength grew to be well over one thousand times stronger than the most serious weight lifter. I gained the ability to move things wiyh my mind, and let me tell you, lifting heavy things was a bitch to learn. Just as one needs to condition their body to lift hundreds of pounds, I too had to do that with my mind.

I'd go to an abandoned lot full of useless train cars. I started with the small rocks and such as that. I worked hard for many hours a day, and got to the point that I was juggling thirty or so box cars at a time. Pretty wicked right? That's what I thought. Another attribute that changed was I could hear everything! It was ridiculous! I had to tune the world out, not literally the world, just the first twenty miles in any direction. How did I do that? Oh well I went back to playing my guitar. I've always been talented with all things creative, however, when the change took place I got better. When I picked up my guitar again and hit that first note, my fingers just took over and needless to say, I was playing things on it that even the most skilled musician could not do. Now you may be asking how did the guitar help?

Well, I got lost in the music. I started writing my own songs and putting them up YouTube. I was offered a record deal but I turned it down. Instead I started writing things for big bands, all I asked for in return was the credit to the songs. Unfortunately I still made a profit. A BIG profit. I saved it all. I still have 99% of it.

Any who, as time went on my gifts and abilities grew. I learned how to manipulate my eye color to change it back so I could stop wearing annoying contacts. I kept writing music and went on with life as normally as possible. I graduated high school at the top of my class and am now in college.