Distorted Realities (America x Reader) Hetalia Fan-Fiction

Distorted Realities (America x Reader) Hetalia Fan-Fiction

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The specie in which this human-looking-persons can move and lift objects with their minds, are called Dissorted Humans (DH) becausr of those traits. Since they were considered as monsters, governtment made a law of protection against DHs. Isollated in islands, they were pushed into experiments. The only way to block their ability is by putting a thick cloth over their eyes. Made in special materials. This was discovered during the war of DH against humans. DH #003566 (you) was electrocuted after an accident in the laboratory, leaving her with internal damage. Doctors had to anestesiate her to change the damaged the organs. After some months, you wake up. Without knowing, that day was going to be you freedom. ~ "Don't let her scape!" A hand touched the general's shoulder,"Even if she manages to scape, dozens of sharks will be waiting for her in the sea." ''Don't trust in the sharks. Her mental got to kill more than 5 angry tigers in less of two minutes! And she was locked in a completely dark room.'' "Those were lions, those are sharks. There is a big difference.'' He shrugged. "Keep shooting!" "Sir, the bullets are running off of our reach and the other groups are supervisng the area." "S**t!'' "We could send a sniper to-'' "Yes! Do it! Kill her.'' ''Yes, sir.'' You keept walking to the edge of the 'abyss'. A cold, oceanic, pacific breeze blew and caressed your semi-bare figure. The breeze was like invisible hands playing roughly with your hair locks. "Aim to her head.''
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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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