Powerless: Be Careful What You Wish For

Powerless: Be Careful What You Wish For

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Mar 29, 2020
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Ability. Rank. Power. These are the things that define a person, determine who they are, what they're worth, and how much influence they have. At least, that's how it works in Quinley's world. The weak fall to the strong. Those in similar situations get along. And the strongest fight to become number one. All this depends on your ability, your natural-born power. The system is simple, easy to follow, and works well. Only one small problem, Quinley refuses to use her ability, for any reason. That doesn't bode well with a world in which violence is praised, and peace is nonexistent. So how will this self-imposed nobody find her way through a sea of power-deprived peers who'll do anything to get to the top, even if it means demolishing one of their own?
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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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