Entirely Complex
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Last published Thu, Mar 3, 2016
It's true what you've heard. There are people all around the world with extraordinary abilities and powers.
For some it runs in their blood line, others, the power is bestowed upon them by family members, families like these are able to pass on their abilities through touch, sight or even sound, all depending on the individual.
The Anarchy's are one of those families, a long blood line dating back to the sixteenth century. Passing on their gifts through to every second generation.
Ebony, Zen, Zero, Phenix, Lucy, Havoc, Blades and Luna are next in line to receive their powers.
Should be the origins of a superhero story right? Wrong.
They each grew jealous and bitter, their powers counteracted each other, making it impossible to work together, so they split and went their separate ways.
Three years later they're all lured back by a mysterious invitation to a charity masquerade ball on Halloween night.
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