VOLTAGE
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My name is Daniel. That's it... Just Daniel. I'm an orphan. I live in a room with 12 other teenagers. Im just an average high school student. Well, i guess normal isnt the best word for me. I'm the kid that everyone over looks. The kid that gets stepped on in others desperate climb to the top. When i entered i room no one even noticed. This is me. Or it was until IT happened to me. I call the incident "IT" because I don't completely understand it myself. I'm no scientist, but I do know there's a virus living inside me... bonded to my every cell. Thanks to a company's failed attempt at clean energy known as project Voltage. It was built by someone close to me. Someone who died before I even met them. The virus enables my body to form electricity. I am forced to live with a power, a responsibility that I never asked for. I am what some would call a super hero. Please don't ever call me that. Hero's don't exist.
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