Heros
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As the day faded to a dark and demented night sky. Five hero's stood facing a grand and powerful tyrant. Each hero wore a ring representing their power. And best traits. One wore a ring as red as the embers of a fire. Representing the wearers drive and ability to absorb and redirect fire. But not cast it back another wore a ring as blue as the sky on a spring day. Representing the wearers balance and battle prowess. While also giving them control over water and any form of water. The third hero wore a ring the color of the cosmos itself. This hero had amazing senses and was nearly invisible when battling. For his speed would make even a cheetah thins twice about a race. This hero could fall from the largest heights without so much as a hurt leg. The fourth hero wore a ring as green as emeralds. His blades and arrows cut the deepest and hurt the worst. But this hero was peaceful and disliked violence. The final hero. Wore a ring as black as the darkest cave or the night sky above th
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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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