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The conduits
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  • WpHistory
    Time 38m
Ongoing, First published Nov 26, 2015
I wasn't always born this way. My life was normal until that day. I have gotten used to my powers by now, I have even started using them in my daily life. It wasn't always this way though.  It all started a while ago. A giant explosion went off in downtown New York, sending a shockwave through the earth, creating many conduits like us. But, that was almost two hundred years ago. Now they can make us like this. In schools around the world,  if they see you with the gene they will give you a serum which changes you to your "natural" power. I wasn't created like this. I was one of the first conduits that were created. Of course no one knows this. The only other conduit in the school that I know of, is a boy, although I don't think he knows of me yet. I usually keep to myself, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention. I don't have many friends and I have noticed that he didn't either. It mostly looks like the jocks all want to be his "friend" although I just heard he has super strength. I see him breaking pencils all the time... I would be embarrassed if that happened to me... I have a less obvious power: telepathy. I don't like to show it off but sometimes I will use it if I am in class and my hand gets tired, I will use it to write so I can give my hand a rest. It seems he likes to show off though. Always trying to beat people at arm wrestling, I don't like it very much... It is kind of funny though... I might go say hi later. Who knows he could be a good person underneath that layer of cockyness.
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22 parts Ongoing

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