Dutyversusemotions Stories

I don't remember much of my childhood. I had the same white walls, the same small room, every day until I was 16. For 10 years my mind was a filmstrip of needles, doctors and voices. I remember even less from before I turned 6. no faces, no names, no family. Only a song my father used to whistle. The memories started coming back though. Nightmares, blackouts, flashbacks. But they came with a price. Powers I'd never wanted. A life I'd never chosen. And a destiny I couldn't change. You see, it's my job to keep the balance; to sustain order. But justice isn't always the easiest thing. Love, vengeance, power. They can all stop you from keeping those scales balanced. I thought I could handle it. Boy was I wrong. *