Live By The Code
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Ongoing7m
Last published Fri, Feb 28, 2014
I have lived a lie my whole life.
Different names.
Different houses.
Different faces.
Different life.
Our family is not ordinary.Not that we have powers but we are special.We are so called super humans for our agility,skills,strength that no normal person can have.Further more It means that we have super strength.We were an experiment by the government.The experiment hopefully succeeded,now the government uses us in terms of war.We shall not speak nor show these speical abilities in front of commoners because WE LIVE BY THE CODE.
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