Broken (Final Version)

Broken (Final Version)

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The world is constantly at war, no one wants to admit it though. For as long as there has been humans, many children were born with unique abilities. Some mystical, some destructive, and a few were all powerful. The world shut us out for twenty years because they couldn't understand who or what we were. We are human, just with some talents. That didn't stop them from making life harder on us..Any settlement made? Blown up with its civilians inside. Good paying jobs? We couldn't even move up in life. After awhile we rioted and threatened to get the attention of the public and the world, that won us our natural rights. On the condition that we don't make ourselves known. But some held a grudge.. The so called "Republic of the New Order" , in 1920, started kidnapping kids with powers and abilities, shaping them into soldiers or experimenting on them. Soon the World leaders became concerned and confused about what they were going to do to counter this threat. The Republic soon took over South America and a small portion of Canada, becoming a threat to humanity. The main reason why they were even established was because their hate of regular humans was so large and toxic. Their hate was a virus, spreading and infecting the gifted people of the world. The woman in charge is unknown. Eventually a man named James A. Baker, in 1942, suggested that an Academy were to be made to the train some of the world population's gifted. They would be sent off to the academy at age fifteen and trained till they were twenty, and it worked. The future generations managed to give back Canada its stolen land and kept the Republic at bay. But after what happened to Manhattan, I knew nothing would be the same
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Static

{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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