Born to be Special

Born to be Special

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Amia Callahan (pronounced Ah-mee-yah) is your average fifteen year old, or so she seems. On her fifth birthday her"special" gene immerged, only to hide again waiting for her to turn sixteen. Only one child in each generation has the "special" gene. She inherited it from her mother. following tradition she's trained in every kind of fighting from sword play to karate. She still has her leisure activities; motorcycle racing, and her family chores; mowing the lawn. A childhood aquanntience catapults her into seeing a new view of the world, where everyone seems to have ulterior motives and those she trusts make her doubt their sincerity. Can't she just live a normal life, where she gets to sleep in on Saturday mornings? What's so good about being born special anyways?
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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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