Gene Magicka

Chapter 1

 I laid on the cold, hard cement in front of Al's Pizza Parlor soaked in my own blood. The cars and sounds of the city New Kyoto would've drowned out any sound I would make, if I could. I continued feeling colder and colder each minute that passed by. I tried to scream out for help realizing that my lungs couldn't get enough air to scream out. I was in agony, the knife that he had plunged into my rib cage felt like it punctured my lungs as I could feel them quickly filling.

I prayed for a miracle. I kept trying to reach out to my animamealta or my twin spirit but he wasn't listening. I was not going to give up that fast, I never did. 'Dammit Altair, you can't still be angry.' I thought panicking as I reached out again. *Altair, help, sos, dying, outside Al's, send help.* Again, silence.

A tear trickled down my cheek as I realized that no help was coming. The rain went from a steady drizzle to a heavy downpour, causing the rain to turn deep red all over me. I started to slip into the unknown when I saw a shadow coming towards me with a very familiar shape, I felt him gently lift me up as my head leaned against his chest.

As you can tell, this story isn't rainbows and butterflies. I am going to warn it's scary, it's sad and if you are one who cries easily, I would recommend setting this book down, getting up, going to your bookcase and get the happiest book on your shelves. Read that instead of the book in your hands. If you do continue, don't say I didn't warn you.

"C'mon Kiera, don't give out on me now. Stay awake please," Altair begged me. I tried to keep my eyes open as much as I could by looking at the stars in the night sky and the colorful signs that passed by us on the way to wherever he was taking me. I looked at his face as tears streamed down his face. The rain had soaked both of our clothes but I could still see he was crying. I raised my hand and wiped the tears off of his pale face, his black hair stuck to his face. The lights of New Kyoto lit his face up and made his eyes sparkle. I realized in that moment something so important to both of us, something I should've seen before.

I was born in the country of Asaela, in a city known for its fierce black magic called New Kyoto. With Black magic being so strong, there was a surplus of light and mid-magic people who stood against the evil. My parents used magic and were one of the many on the police force that stood against the evil in New Kyoto. When I was a year old, there were a group of fanatic anti-magic people who started bombing places where many people gathered. My parents rushed to the scene of the third attack, where the group attacked again with more than half of the city's police force in the vicinity. 176 people were injured and 25 had died, two of those who died were my parents. President Seer, the President at the time and current President, made it a point to make capturing the fugitives the number one priority, it took them a few months and ten attacks later to find them. I didn't know them well, I was only one year old, but I knew them by the stories I was told of them.

When they died, I was sent to my grandmother's. She had the gene but refused to use magic. She wasn't very nice, she smelled of old lady and the eighty year old had way too many cats. I only stayed there for about one year and then she died in her sleep, I was 3 years old. I didn't understand why everyone was leaving me. I was then sent to my only last living relative, my estranged uncle Joshua. Unlike my grandmother, he used magic. He taught me what I know today and while he was very eccentric, I didn't much care. In my eyes, he was awesome.

Joshua took very good care of me and taught me how to use my powers for good, not evil. He taught me all he could, including raising me into the woman I am today. I loved him dearly, he would become one of my only support systems through this entire thing. My uncle was my father's only brother and the only one who truly pursued magic since their great-grandfather. He was my favorite person in the world, he was into teaching me everything he knew about the world. However, he refused to teach me magic till I was prepared, in high school. To me, I understood. Magic was dangerous, though natural now to the human race, it was still dangerous and like anything that could be used as a weapon, it was something that I had to wait to use till I was prepared.