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Ongoing, First published Jan 07, 2014
The US has been shattered by numerous natural disasters that no one predicted. Not many survived, but those who did banded together to form 3 colonies, or Provinces as they call them. Geniem  is northern California, Urien in northern Wyoming and Tripem in central Minnesota. Geniem has broken up in two sectors; the Regulars and the Pararegulars. The Pararegulars, born “altered” have genetics that are superior to the Regulars. Pararegulars have been known to have a range of abilities, though family members almost always have similar abilities. But that isn’t the case for Haven Foren, her abilities are far superior than most Pararegulars, the “highest ones” see people like Haven as a threat. 

Trey* has been Haven's best friend since they were 2 years old, he is also a Pararegular. When Trey is suddenly killed, all fingers point to Haven. She is innocent, but it is clear that someone is setting her up. When everything looks as though the real killer might finally get what they wanted a new boy shows up in town; Blake*. Blake is different from the other pararegulars, and when he comes all eyes turn on him. But he isn't just in Geniem for a visit, he's there for Haven. And he knows that he is different as well.

*Names will most likely change
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16