ALIEN ↠ b. barnes [I]

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LIVING FOR A THOUSAND YEARS was an easy task for the strawberry blonde or anyone in Jupiter; her body stayed young and her face beautiful as time went by, her abilities not showing up yet.

However, it starts taking a toll since powers begin showing and controlling them becomes a matter of life and death, almost like babysitting a young child when the planets align.

In what feels like a flash, three hundred years have passed and eighty percent of the gifts are taken care of, the rebellion of the other twenty percent being normal in the planet, since it wasn't meant for it.

For Allura, her talents didn't define her, and neither did the control of them. Of course, she understood that a good management of them meant wisdom in the massive place they habited, and it would eventually earn her the respect of her people.

So, she went along with everything her mom showed her, not wanting to risk her reputation being disheveled by her annoying little sibling that somehow managed to make her still love him dearly. He was her family, after all.

Though as the two thousand and five hundredth year of her life came, her planet was invaded by their neighbors; the massive, cruel, ugly, greasy looking neighbors having ended their own resources with greed and excess.

Allura had to become a fighter, leaving her training behind and helping with whatever she could and however she could, for their enemies wanted the planet one way or another.

The young strawberry blonde actually remembers when their enemies began looking for a way to destroy them, creating a storm so large and so strong, the communities that lived there had to move and some others died, a huge dot appearing on her planet that only a few had gotten to see.

That was one of the worse moments in Jupiter's history, at least one of the saddest and most remembered by the ones who live there. As for their enemies, it's one of their biggest victories: the day they came close to finding a formula that would vanish life and help them keep the space to themselves.

Allura found them selfish and evil. She always wondered how one can end their own home so stupidly, and have the guts to attempt to take over another one. Maybe if it was empty she'd hate them less, but it wasn't.

Her first encounter with those she loathed was the day she almost lost her mind, the enemy trying to slit her throat out but being sent to its knees by the recessive powers in Jupiter: her loud scream.

In the big planet, many people had abilities; like previously mentioned. Forty percent could move things with their minds. Thirty percent could create three chemicals: hydrogen, helium, and oxygen —the third being the least common one since no one needed it. Twenty percent could fly for their bodies adapted to their high level of gravity— only five percent out of that number could get out of the atmosphere, and nine percent had extremely hot and piercing laser eyes.

The last one percent though was special. The very, very few— being ten or fifteen out of at least ten billion people, who belonged in this category had a bit of everything in their genetics; but not everything, because balance was important.

They could move things with their minds, but only things that weren't in motion. They could create oxygen, but not the other two chemicals. They could fly, though never out of the atmosphere; since their bodies would implode at simple contact. They had laser eyes, but the temperature was slightly lower. Now last but not least, they had a characteristic that made them stand out: they could create sound waves with deadly screams that would undoubtedly blow someone's skull out, only torture being the dominant emotion while it happened.