New Gods [dc comics]

Prologue

Ever since she was young, Alessandra would see visions... Visions of her seated in a large throne while these, beings with burnt flesh reach out to her. Calling for her. They sang in low hums as she would walk down the steps leading from her throne. She never goes far though. For, as soon as she'd reach the last step everything would go dark. The last thing she'd hear were those people groaning up at her.
Alessandra's child self would take these, so-called 'dreams', and make them a reality. Bossing around her fellow classmates and other children on her block. Whenever confronted about her attitude she'd simply reply with "Because I'm the Queen." It didn't dawn on her until she had gone into the 4th grade that the way she acted had affected the way others saw her. She quickly changed, trying her best to drop her Queen persona and treating others properly. She put those dreams in the back of her mind and left them there.

Although they never seemed to forget her.

Hitting the ripe age of 12 her dreams became tainted. Tainted with blood. She never knew who's exactly, just that she was the one that always drew it. She'd see pools of it and in the middle of those befouled pools would be Alessandra, standing void of emotion. No movement. No sounds. Just her. Then finally the visions became more... interactive. The worse her home life had gotten the more nightmarish they would get. She had enjoyed them at first, although she would never admit it. Alessandra would wake up screaming drenched in sweat. Her mother would always rush to her, whether she was in the midst of sleeping, or a new argument with her father, she would always be there.

Even during her parent's divorce, her mother was still there, consoling her after one of her visions . She had finally told her mother about her dreams that we're painted in red. Told her how she'd feel the burning touch of those faceless creatures. She felt everything. She felt their groans reverberating through her bones. The heat from the blue flames that'd spit out from her palms. The smell... Oh God the smell, would make Alessandra gag everytime she even thought of it. Her mother was unsure of how to properly respond to her daughter's confession, the only answer Ms. Diaz had was a simple, "You're just sensitive my dear. You feel these things because your mind is so creative." The 13-year-old was slightly confused about her mother's use of words. 'Creative? the girl had thought, 'my mind is everything but creative.'

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Warning: contains slight mentions of mental illness,
violence, dark themes, kidnapping and suicide.
Warnings will aappear before chapters.