FREAKS

Freaks: The Entire Story

Despite my differences, I thought I could change the world for good. I thought I could make a change.

As it turns out, fate didn't choose this course for me.

I've never been too ecstatic with the relationship that I have with fate. Fate has always been damaging to my lifestyle. Fate is what led to the death of my entire family. Fate is what led to my supernatural powers. Fate is what led to my unexplainable anger to punch or destroy anything that might be in my path. Fate is also the name of my girlfriend (which I find completely ironic, no thanks to fate). Well, okay, maybe I kinda lied about fate damaging my entire lifestyle. It did bring me to Fate, after all. She's seventeen like me, has pretty much the same anger-tastic and sarcastic personality like me, and dang, she's freaking hot. Literally. She can expel flames out of her hands, turn into a big fireball herself, and can even summon huge fire figures from nowhere.

No kidding, she's the hottest person I've ever seen. Just hope you don't get on her bad side.

"And you are?" You may be wondering. Well, the name's...

Death.

No, I am not that skeleton of a being who takes people into his spectacular Underworld(but I do admire the guy's skills at dealing with all those people), but more like an edgy teenager with super-powers. A Freak. Freaks... We're, what you could call, an interesting group. Society has cast us out, claiming that "Freaks are a danger to humanity," claiming that "Freaks are the spawn of the devil." We don't see it that way. We see it as some God-given gift. Unfortunately, most of our efforts to show people this have failed. Humanity has killed over 50,000 of us. Now, there are only us Freaks around. Our small rag-tag group of anti-heroes is comprised of so-to-say about 1,000 of us. We do what we feel is right- Or, at least, what Wade feels is right. Whoops, excuse me, I meant to call him Syron, his... very well-named alias, definitely not a name he just randomly made. Syron's a bit of a... drama-queen. An over-dramatic-teenage-girl type of drama-queen. "Like, ohmahheck, did one of you guys steal my authentic ramen-cup? I swear I'll beat your sorry butts all the way to freaking-" That's an actual quote right there, shortened for obvious reasons. Dude's obsessed with ramen, as well as power.

So, you're still here and interested in my life story? You actually want me to tell you all about it?

Alright.

So it begins.

Sleeping is good. Especially for teenagers like me. I enjoy sleep. Unfortunately, Wade- Syron, doesn't feel the same. "Wakey wakey, little Death!" He screeches in my ear as I groan and hold my hands to my ears. "Shut up, Wade." I said, really not caring about calling him by his real name. I shut my eyes even tighter. I heard the biggest, most dramatic gasp emit from his lips. "Death! How rude!" He squealed, and I knew he was putting his hands on his hips. "I respect your alias! You should respect mine."

"Sure, Wade. And you should respect my sleeping habits."

"N-Now hold on a moment!! What did I just say, De-"

"Sorry, princess. I'll get up now. Can't go back to sleep because of your voice." I smiled whole-heartedly as I stood up and stretched. Wade was glaring at me, his face a burning red. "I can't believe you," he murmured. "Calling me a princess, psh..." It was always a bit of fun to annoy the heck out of Syron. I never exactly understood why he was in charge of us Freaks, but at least I never let him fully boss me around. We climbed out of the tent and I looked around at everyone else who'd crowded around the tent. They were smothering their laughter with their arms. "Get outta here!" Syron gestured and the other teenagers ran away chortling with laughter. He groaned. "See, Death! You make me look like the biggest laughing stock in front of all the Freaks!"