THE THIRD POWER

"Who are you, really? Besides a liar", he asked me accusingly.

I was told, Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You. But how can I honestly believe that when the hand that feed me forcefully shoved poison and lies down my throat. Of course I inhaled and digested the poison willingly, but what happened after that was out of my control. I was out of control. People are born with abilities and gifts they used to say, but that's a lie. They are born with an extra gene called G1, but I wasn't. I was the first, but not the only exception. I was given an artificial gene but it turned into something more, something dangerous. I became more than what I was made to be then punished for it, shunned.
I was "put down" and hidden away, like any misbehaved animal. But I'm not anymore. I lost what was rightfully mine and I plan on getting them back, at any cost. But now since returning back to Louisiana everything has gone to shit. I knew things weren't going to be easy but I didn't expect it to be this damn hard. But I'm going to suck it up, after all I'm To Blame.
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