Are We, Somehow, Heroes?

Are We, Somehow, Heroes?

MidnightDreamsOnly

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Ongoing26m

Last published Sun, May 13, 2018

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A few miles away from a small town, there was an underground government facility. It had been there for over four decades. Not everybody politician knew about it; and those who had heard of it would never know what actually happened down there. They would experiment on exceptional kids who had special abilities. Many of whom grew up among those silver, steel walls. Little did they know, they were just lab rats competing for being the best pet. Eventually, some friendships ended and some rivalries surged. But, in almost every place, there are freaks. People who simply do not fit in. This story is about them, about those who were marginalized since the beginning. They were the only ones who really acknowledge what was happening; the ones who did something about it. -------------------------- In this story, there will LGBT content. If you don't like this type of stories, or do not approve of them, please do not read. I won't accept hate comments nor discrimination.

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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

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