Born to dominate

Chapter 1

Jogging my way through the crisp dark hallway that always seems to give me chills. I had to make it to training on time. Or else I'll be forced to train for hours on a end. But I know it's for my best benefit and the rest of the worlds. My powers can be a blessing or a curse. But I must fight... I'm the last of my kind and my parents died so that I could live to fight another day. I must stop whatever evil may rain down upon this Earth. Unfortunately before I can do that I must learn to control my powers because I'm a weapon that can't be controlled. And do you know what people do to things they can't control, they destroy it and I won't go out live the rest of my specials. I'll fight till I draw my last breathe. I Astro Simone Domino am the last Dominator.

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"Astro pick up your weapon and show me why your parents saved you." Logan one of the ancients who trained me said. "Unless you wanna end up died just like they did."

Okay now I'm really mad, I feel my eye turn a dark shade of red. As a thirst for blood vegans to creep up my throat.

Narrowing my eyes I take a deep breathe as I feel my wings sprout out from my back. Charging towards him while grabbing my twin deathstroke sword. My sword come in contact with his at first swing.

This pisses me off more a I feel the tips of my wings began to enlist into flames. "CONTROL," Logan yells at me. I dodge his next swing rolling under him as I began to calm my anger. Turning around before Logan has the chance to react I swing my sword across his face. Cutting it open signaling I won by first blood and contact.

Sitting Logan down on the bed in our medical facility. And grabbing a cotton ball and pour Peroxide into it. Looking into his eye awaiting his approval.

I slowly began cleaning his wound after he gave me a swift nod. His grip on the bed tightens as I continue cleaning his wound. When you are wounded by a Dominator it hurts more than usual. We're also the only one who can heal it as well.

Once his wound is all cleaned up I wave my hand in front of his face concentrating on his wound. Once I'm done his wound is fully healed. This is one of Dominator's more humble powers.

"Thank you, you did good at practice you are getting a better grip on your powers. But you have to work harder you must be ready for this battle. This battle is the battle that determines everything. If we loss complete chaos will rain down upon this Earth. And they'll do everything in their power to absorb yours. And then it's game over."

I give him a swift nod before heading back into the training room and return my weapon. Looking into the mirror on the far side of the room I notice that my wings were still out. And the tips of each wing were gray.

This usually happened when I headed or thought about something sad. The color changes based of the variety of emotions or moods I feel.

I sigh enclosing my wings back inside of my body. With one last look into the mirror I head off into my room.

Upon entering my room I get a weird feeling that something was off. But I end up just brushing it off. Grabbing a pair or pajama shorts and a tank top and heading into the bathroom to finish my nightly routine.

Once I'd finished, I crawled into bed and the weird feeling died down until I completely forgot about it. Pulling the blanks up to my shoulders falling asleep.