I've been running my entire life from these people.
Running.
Hiding.
Fighting them off.
The things I have done, the people I have hurt, at what cost?
First off, let's start with basics.
You know, what you need to know, not what you want. Yes, I have killed before. No, I'm not a serial killer. I've murdered in my plot of revenge and self-defense.
The only person I have in my life is my twin sister Carrie. She thinks I'm dead, end of that story. And the grand finale- yes I did murder my entire family, except my twin. Hey, I'm crazy, but not that crazy! Let's see-I've killed both my parents, all 6 of my brothers, my aunts, uncles, and my grandparents. The reason; they tried to kill me first. So, the reason for me being on the run, being hunted, killing people is simple; I was and still am possessed. Yep, you didn't guess it. My family is-was demon hunters. Well, one night we were doing a practice run around the city and I got a little to careless. I was bitten. Let's just say being bitten by a demon is harmless. A little infection here, a little poison there, and me being bat shit crazy at the time did not help. Oh, let's not forget that hunters aren't exactly human either. We have Nephilim blood in us. Yes, the offspring of angels, misfits, bastards of the gods, monsters. Whatever you want to call us has already been used in text. The point is when a demon bites a human they get a little magic. But, when a demon bites a hunter and is slain by that hunter...
You don't have to believe me, but you do have to be aware of what's out there. I am telling you, warning you to always be aware of the dark side, because honey, it's coming.
It's coming hard...
ONCE my mom told me that we, as humans, only fear what we do not know and that that is the sole reason for violence. We do not know what is to come of something, so in retaliation we immediately fight it off before we can ever find out; before we can ever see if there is any beauty in it. My mom is gone now. Along with any sanity we as a people have left.
The year is 2193, and the world is at war. We, humans, are at war with each other only because of what we are and what we can do. We fear what we do not know, thus all we know is ignorance. The government, our democracy, our people and our world have fallen. Nothing good ever comes from being afraid of the abnormalities of others, especially when those abnormalities are amazing. The truth is, none of us are normal. Everyone's definition of normality is different, making it humanly impossible for anyone to ever accomplish the craved label of "normal". Then again, everything we have grown capable of was once described as humanly impossible. By those standards none of us are human. Not even me.
A U T H O R ' S N O T E :
This book is completed and there will be a second book coming out sometime next year, most likely in the summer. Please excuse any grammar issues or misspellings I have. I hope there are not many, but please consider I do all of the editing myself. Also this is a revised edition of Incapable - Book I: The Fallen. I think I have made it much better than the original story I wrote in the summer of this year and posted only a few months ago. I hope you enjoy! Happy reading.
Xoxo,
Miquéla
P.S. I'm more than open to Q & A in the comments section or on my board if you have any questions regarding the book or just in general. :)