The Girl With Brown Eyes

The Girl With Brown Eyes

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100 years from now, gene splicing has opened up a new doorway in human genetics. 100 years from now, humans have power. Unbelievable power. Each power is referred to as a sile. Every person is born with a sile whether it be super strength, super speed, invisibility, super intelligence, control of the elements, telekinesis, the ability to talk to animals/speak any language, or the ability to talk to the dead. Each of these powers is assigned to an eye color. What happens when experimenting with combining siles leads to a person with human genes? How can this person change the tyrannical rule of the mysterious leader Lord Yahir? ---------------------------------------------------------- A/N: This is my first book and I suck at summaries, please read! I am so excited, and if you do decide to read then please be nice. THIS BOOK WILL HAVE ADULT LANGUAGE AND ADULT THEMES. THERE MIGHT BE SOME SEXUAL CONTENT IN THE FUTURE
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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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