Just Joking
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A very long time ago, Earth was in danger. Huge danger. It needed a way to defend itself, but the condition of the Earth, worn and old, and very small amounts of natural resources left, little to no weapons could be made. Earth seemed to have one thing in abundance though, people. Some countries taking volunteers; others held a lottery. Every ethnicity, race, and culture had been gathered. 'Genetic Warfare!' Someone, their name long forgotten, proposed. As in every war, technological advances skyrocketed. With very few casualties, Earth had done it. Every country rejoiced. Bracing themselves for the war to begin, they realized the flaw in their plan. All of the patients had been teenagers. Not wanting to take adults, because of spouses and children, and not wanting to take children from families, they'd used able-bodied teenagers. Ages 11-18, they had taken mostly orphans or foster care patients. Unfortunately, teenagers aren't very cooperative. With their superpower-like abilities, they ran. Taking space shuttles, satellites, rockets, anything, they left. Using a combination of abilities and engendering, the superpowered teens found new homes, one by one. Groups with the same range of abilities left the whole in exchange for other planets. The final, remainder of the group settled on a single planet. Naming it Consonance for the many peoples that lived there, and the mostly sound based abilities, they lived 'happily ever after'. Until the discovery of the Shifters.
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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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