Where Are You, DESTROYA?

You know when you flip a coin, and it will land on either heads or tails. No in-between. Most people are like that. Either one or the other. Good or bad. You either do everything in your abilities to help the world, or you destroy it.

But then there are the special cases.

Ones who the coin will spin on, waiting for something to have it fall on one side. You could start off good, and slowly turn evil, or you could start evil, and become good.

In this world of good and evil, the desert of what once was California, where people are either good or evil. Most of the good are brainwashed by the evil, the BLI. Now, the ones who fight against BLI, the killjoys, they can either be seen as good or evil. They're seen as evil by BLI, who believe that they are good and will make the world perfect, but to the killjoys, they would destroy something perfect to make something beautiful, which they see as the purest of all good. To them, they were the only good.

Then there's the Institution of the Mutations. It popped out of nowhere after people began to be born with, well, mutations in the 90s. Enhanced senses, scaled skin, other things that aren't exactly normal. There were a lot, some good, wanting to prove that, and other evil, just wanting to kill.

But then there was her. The girl with wings, she was never good, nor bad, was always in-between. She wasn't born, she was created, by BLI. They wanted something to use as a weapon when they took over the world to make it perfect. She was meant to be the DESTROYA. The person who would destroy all imperfect and help create the perfect.

...

But she wasn't.

(OC/Party Poison Danger Days fanfic. Description sort of weird, first part, a prologue of sorts and longer description sums it up a little better...)