SUPERGENE

SUPERGENE

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Parts 9

Ongoing1h 29m

Last published Thu, Mar 25, 2021

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PLEASE NOTE: This is a rough draft that is in its writing/editing stage! Things may change that I add in or delete later, so this is not a final version! Thanks! ___ When there are no more heroes to rely on, the job falls onto you. ___ In a modern, technologically advanced age, flashy superheroes have long outlived their prime and are deemed obsolete. Natalie Greenberg, a 16-year-old girl born with telekinesis, just wants to live a normal life. When she brushes shoulders with a ring of unregistered "Supergenetic" criminals attempting to bring down a government run organization in charge of tracking families with Supergenes- "normal" begins to seem impossible. Natalie is forced to leave the ease of her current life to work for the newly revamped Department of Heroes as a next generation superhero. Her objective appears straightforward: put a stop to the criminal group tagging Chicago buildings with a familiar-looking symbol. When Natalie discovers the true goal of these Supergenetic rebels, she learns to give up a life of comfort and complacency to uncover a larger conspiracy surrounding her superhero father's death. Will she crumple under the pressure? Or will she become the world's next greatest hero? ___ *Cover photo does not belong to me* Special thanks to @MicroscopicLlama for editing :) @my friends for helping me with the story :)

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