The Phoenix

Alana Green. Harrison Snow. Cathleen Parit. These are my best friends. Correction, were. They were my best friends. They died, along with countless others that night. Sometimes I wish I was one of those hundreds; they were the lucky ones. They didn't have to deal with the consequences that mad man, Jackson Everett, shoved onto the world.

I was a normal teenager before it happened. Well more normal than I am now. Then I couldn't stand in front of class without nearly passing out but I could build almost any explosives I wanted. Normal, right? Of course having superpowers isn't much better.

Jackson Everett, the man that made me the way I am. In more ways than one. He found a way to create and contain dark matter. Atleast he thought he did, and isn't it the thought that counts? Unless that "one tiny miscalculation" releases dark matter all over the country, killing thousands and creating a new type of bad guy. Now my city, my home, is under attack from a threat that the police can't fight. Only I can save my home from the Omnio-humans that plague it. Why? Because the thing that happened to them? It happened to me too.