There are exceptions

There are exceptions

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A place where the abnormal are singled out and grouped into a protected bubble, quarantined from the other 87% of the population. Abnormalities are recognised birth and thus many a young mother have lost her baby to the blue domed wasteland of the abnormal. An abnormality can vary from mere appearance change (i.e, Horns or a tail) to being similar to a superhero (i.e Super-strength, heat breath, or speed) which is oddly feared by most humans despite for many years prior to the sudden appearance of these powers, them seeming to worship people with powers like these. This simple point is what drives the force of some of the dome's major threats, many of which mad that they were being punished for surpassing human evolution, causing 'villains' to surge upwards in popularity. A specific villain seemed to be causing the most distress to the children of Corroto High and it's up to a group of optimistic teens to put an end to the madness that was ensuing at their school.
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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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