Time Waits

Time Waits

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Rila lives it the distant future. Has a job, friends, is at the top of her class because she knows how to kick ass. A normal life, although "normal" is always based on perspectives. After high school everybody goes to war. Normal. They stay there for 10 years. Normal. Not many soldiers make it out alive. Normal. The people that do survive have kids, a lot of kids with a person whose powers compliments their own, so that the next generation can be even more powerful. Normal. But why do they do this? Well let's just say everybody thinks they're the good guy. Okay, so you know how everyone's OC are a bit too powerful? Well my OC is too of course, BUT she lives in a world where the entire population is OP. So think of X-Men without the politics of getting rid of Mutants, instead breeding them!.. Well not really like that, but like if you have a really powerful power then you are VERY MUCH encouraged to have many offspring. If this happens enough for long enough and every generation is twice as strong as the next, then you get a population of OP badasses. Note: The major/ only difference between this AU and X-Men with the powers are that every power is/can be inherited. I don't think it's that way there.
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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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