Colours of Power

Colours of Power

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POWER: Sometimes isn't what we expect it to be. ----------------------------------------------------------------- If you think power is a sickness, you just might be right. When power basically eats at you until you die, literally. Maybe power isn't what we always thought it was or maybe it is. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Run child!" they had told me that day with fear on their faces and in their hearts. So I ran and have been running since, not daring to stop once. I was five and for the last twelve years I've been in hiding. I've known no one and known nothing but the words "Run child!"
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Six high school students looks like anyone else acts like anyone else but are capable of things no one else is. They learnt from a young age no one that means NO ONE can know about their powers even their parents and other siblings. It brings out the true friends and those who just want to use you. In the end, what do you do when your closest friend betrays you? This is the story as they try to keep their biggest darkest secret of what they are capable of and as they discover they're not the only ones like them... I am not very good at trigger warnings before individual chapters but there is mention of blood, cold abuse and parents divorcing. (But read at your own risk in case I mention something else. I am working on rewriting this story and when I do there will be the trigger warnings in the correct places.) (small teaser.) No one sees me. I am a ghost. I brush against the wooden fence. No one will believe it was me who disappeared into a fence and appeared on the other side of school. I stare at my brother. He made eye contact with me, confirming my suspicions. We both saw it. Whoever that was is like us. "Did you just see that?" I ask "You're that person my brother and I saw," He says. Oh no... Why then? "Wait! You're-" Completed just editing. (Don't be too harsh please)

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