My Name Is...

Chapter 1

I'm a pretty normal kid. My name is Quinn. I'm seventeen. I live in Manhattan. Yeah, I live on the street, but that's ok. I've just learned to roll with the punches, even if there are thousands of them. There's just one little thing that makes me different... I'm gifted. No not academically gifted.

I have powers. I'm telepathic. I can speak to others with a simple thought, read others thoughts and sense the presences that I know... but I'm also a weapon. I can deafen others with my powers. I can scream within my thoughts and it can hurt or even potentially kill the one on the receiving end. It's almost like a sonic scream.

My whole life I've just wanted to fit in. In truth, my powers weren't what made me stick out... until now. Normally, people were taken aback by my accent. While my mother was American, my father is Russian. My mom died when I was seven. I loved to listen to my father speak. I listened and listened and now... my dialect mimics his.

Now though, it's not my accent I'm worried about. Aliens fell out of the sky in my home city. A city was destroyed in a battle. Our heroes are divided. Now, people fear that the person next to them is an inhuman. People fear what they don't understand. They fear those who aren't like them...