Superhuman: Realizations

Chapter 0

(Ciaran Smythe)

"Brothers?" Alexander, or as I like to call him, Alex, asked.

"Always" I told him, and we both nodded and went out walking in the streets, hoping no one would recognize us.

Our father got us, and his entire family, in some big trouble as the most scandalous president ever. Everyone cursed the Smythe name, and if people recognized us they would most likely mob us and either attack or insult us.

"When will people realize that we are not our father? We are nothing like him!" I said, frustrated. Alex sighed with me, we were sitting on a bench in the park.

"Society is ignorant. It's always going to be, just as it always has been. The only difference is that its tastes in what to be ignorant about change with every passing decade, but it doesn't get any less ignorant" Alex said to me, and he was surprisingly right.

He always was in a way, and I couldn't decipher why.

He was my fraternal twin brother, and although we have the same hair color we have different eyes, face shape, just things that don't make us look like twins other than our hair color. He was lucky, he looked more like his mother; meanwhile I was cursed to look like my father: Cain Smythe.

He was not a president, but an extremely manipulative dictator who intended to slowly turn this country into the most corrupt nation in the world. However, before he could pass the final law that would make him immune from judicial punishment he was impeached by the other branches for corruption and bribery along with other serious charges.

He freed terrorists, staged attacks on certain groups; Christians and Muslims most of all, and he bribed many large corporations with things from sponsorships to land for them to use to get what he wants from them. He also caused a bunch of job losses and the economy was going down the rabbit hole with it to.

Cain was thrown out of office and was named the hugest Presidential mistake in American history. He was called that because he was so good at fooling people that he made all of these promises to the American people and acted on them before he was elected, but then when he was elected he pulled off the mask and started his 6-year reign of terror.

Alex and I have heard a lot of rumors about our family, some were aimed at us... though most of it was about our father and his many scandals. The public kind of felt bad for us, as we had to be related to such a man... but they hated us all the more, and there wasn't much reason to hate us.

The hate with Alex however makes sense, he had been getting in a lot of fights and causing a bunch of public disturbances, but those were justified. They were either caused from him protecting me or mom, or him protecting himself.

Whatever the case, the public especially doesn't take too kindly to Alex.

We had our hoods up while we walked to a restaurant, a sign of the shame we bare because of our bloodline. The year 2422 sure is a cruel one, for many reasons.

We finally got into a decent restaurant and took our hoods off once we were seated, but once the waiter recognized my brother and got an annoyed face. "What would you like?" she asked, her salty tone clearly audible.

Alex was getting mad at this, but I grabbed his shoulder and nodded no. I didn't want to be involved in another one of his issues anymore. Alex sighed and told her what he wanted in a monotone voice, trying to look unphased. I did the same, though my tone was normal.

"Alright, I'll get that done for you" She said, her tone full of disapproval. It was like this wherever we went really, they would recognize Alex and give us looks that could kill if they were weapons. When I was alone though, they recognized me but didn't make any expression; they were just blank ones that said, 'I hope he isn't any trouble either'.

I've never been any trouble, and despite the fact that I look a lot like my father I acted like my mother. I was my parents favorite, but I favored my mother over my father as did Alex.

We didn't choose to be related to this heartless man, but we were, and we had to deal with it. I still remember the childhood, our father was manipulative and verbally abusive, but he never physically abused any of us... however, it didn't have to be physical to hurt.

Cain seemed like a nice guy, a successful businessman who was always thinking bigger, someone who looked like a good father. Looks were very deceiving though, and what he seemed was way off than what he was actually like.

Our mother divorced him a few years ago, when my brother and I were 16 years old. I was surprised she didn't divorce him sooner though, and that's the thing that always made me sad. My brother was just thankful that we could live with our mother for most of the time, she got primary custody thanks to incriminating texts and her sneakingly recording their conversations when he wasn't aware as her lawyer suggested.

Our food came, and I ate mine as Alex talked to me. I allowed him to rant to me due to the fact that most of his friends either left him or turned against him because of what happened in the past. We still have some friends, but they don't really talk that much because they do not want to be associated with our scandalous family.

That made sense I guess, we were struggling a lot because of we were associated with our father. We are 20 years old now, barely making it through college, and society hates us. We were desperate to make some money, we were barely scraping by and our jobs didn't give us much money per week.

"We need to find a better paying job... the one we have treats us like shit" Alex said, and I nodded in agreement. I looked around and saw the news and that's when I thought we found our solution.

"The government is looking for healthy volunteers for a series of experimental drugs that are supposed to make the person taking them Superhuman, and as compensation they are given a good place to sleep, good food, and afterward a reward of $800,000 a year. This is a limited offer, however, and there are only 20 spots available. If you are interested, call this number here" The newscaster said, and Alex seemed interested to.

"You thinking what we are thinking?" I said to Alex, and he nodded in agreement wide eyed with excitement.

We called that number once we got home and waited for the time to come when we will be told if we were accepted or denied.