Destined

Destined

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"No," I breathed. No, no NO! I screamed in frustration. My guardians lay at my feet before me, possibly living their last moments. They were all I had, and I was about to loose them too. Anger and frustration boiled inside me filling me with white hot ravaging energy. The all too familiar rage intensified and transformed into something new. Something that scared me as much as it did my enemies. And I unleashed it in one terrifying supernova of flames. I shut my eyes in attempt to block out the light but it barely made a difference. My ears ached, unable to bear that anguished yell that pounded against them; my anguished yell I realized with a start. I caught snatches of voices,… my name,… their tones urgent and desperate. But it was all being drowned out by: my voice; that reverberated through my body, by my power; that tore through the surrounding, and by the sound of my heartbeat; pounding faster than I ever knew was possible. And I was terrified. Terrified of myself and the power that consumed me. ***A story about an average high school teen (tomboy and nerd) who loved reading adventure novels until her life turned into one big roller-coaster of an adventure after her sixteenth birthday, and things just sort of snowballed after that...
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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