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Reads 474
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Parts 49
Time 5h 54m

zainee_the_first

apocalyptic boyxgirl drama dystopian genetic-engineering highschool love metahuman science sciencefiction scifi-fantasy specialabilities superhero teenfiction

After genetic adaptation turns Sally Jenkins and a group of others into mutants, they're taken to a facility called the Underground. There, she is faced with her true power, a destroyer of man.
A power she neither understands nor can control.

With the help of other Enhanced, she escapes from the Underground but the world she knew was no longer the same. A deadly virus ravages the country, hunters roam the cities selling enhanced children at the highest bidder.

In the midst of all this chaos, she has to help save the world while trying to keep the darkness in her at bay. She has to accept who she is and the ability she's given or watch the world burn.





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The cafeteria was quiet now. I could feel eyes watching me but my anger was boiling over. The pounding in my head increased and I clenched my fist. This was all her fault. I was stuck down here and it was all her fault. I would never see my parents again and she was to blame for it. My eyes teared up and I clenched my fist harder, my nails were digging into my skin.

My chest rose and fell as I panted. I tried to control my anger but I couldn't. The tables in the room started to shake, my soup bowl vibrated on my table, spilling soup on the floor. Margot jumped out of her seat.

"Sally, calm down." She reached out to me in a placating manner. 

"I can't," I said through gritted teeth. "I don't know how to stop it." 

My stomach churned as I looked at everyone in the room. They were moving as far away as they could get. I felt it again. The sensation I always felt when I was out of my collar, the tingling in my skin, the warmth in my chest and then I knew I'd broken out of my collar again. 

Margot looked terrified as she froze in front of me. "S-Sally, your hands."





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ᑌᑎᔕTᗴᗩᗪY

Wanting to be a superhero and becoming one, are two completely different things. But becoming the opposite? That's way easier. And sometimes it's not on purpose. Fate didn't want me to be a hero. I was a fairly normal girl, growing up in Central City. A city where superheroes and super villains didn't exist... until the particle accelerator exploded. Many people were turned into these metahumans, me being one of them. Likely one of the only changed nine year olds at the time. My parents were both scientists for Star Labs, being two of the many others that died in the blast. Needing to get away, I decided to move to Gotham. A good city to hide in. Maybe it wasn't the best city to move to, but, in the end, I'm glad I did. In the crazy town, I was adopted by the two craziest people there. The Deranged Duo, Harley Quinn and Joker. "Rescued by villains, who knew?" I say. "Villains rescue fellow villains," Joker says. "Sounds funny coming from you," I scoff. "Aww, is that the way you should treat your saviors?" Joker teases. "I could've taken them," I scoff. "Why did you save me?" "We watched you take out the last group of thugs," Harley says. "We've been looking for a protégé, sorta like how Batsy has that sidekick, Robin, was it?" Joker grins. "We like you. You're funny." ... Robin x OC Highest Ranks: #9 in #youngjustice and #brucewayne Started: 12/25/16 Finished: 7/3/18 Book: 1 of 4