"It's cold."
The story I'm about to tell you is probably the least believable and most outrageous one out there, but I need you to hear me out on this.
I was once a normal girl. Once, like, once upon a time, but this isn't a fairytale with a damsel in distress. For the most part I was happy, living in a foster home with my adoptive parents and four foster siblings who I didn't always agree with, but for the most part, life was good.
All of that changed when some things in the house happened, I won't tell you the details, but I got very...unstable. I couldn't trust anyone and eventually that ticking time bomb exploded in the most colossal of ways. I ended up in what I thought was a hospital while my entire family ended up dead.
From there on, I learned about something called the PASCI foundation. PASCI of course being an acronym for Paranormal And Supernatural Containment Initiative. They worked to collect people like me who were either super powered, monsters, or unexplainable phenomenon such as ghosts and people who love country music.
I thought they were trying to help me. They told me I would do great things, and that I'd be such a great asset to have on the team. For the first time since I could remember, I felt wanted, and in a way, loved. That all changed when I found out what they were really doing with us.
I can't just sit here and let them get away with it, now can I?
If you play with fire, you're going to get burned.
(Clair de Lune book #3)
"I am here to officially confirm the existence of beings beyond human limitations on this planet, and they are by no means friendly."
It's been a while now, traveling across the country and taking down facilities left and right. It's like a game of dominoes, the more that topple, the louder the noise gets. We've made new friends and lost old ones, but most importantly, we're still standing strong and from the looks of it, we won't be backing down soon.
I was blindsided though and the most powerful became the powerless; I was fighting a war no longer fit for me but I still had my family behind my back, supporting me with every bone in their aching bodies. We still had a fight to finish and there was another war I was waging with myself, that of blood and bonds I'd never thought I'd have to choose between.
In the end, none of this matters unless we find the man who started this all. The man who stripped me of my dignity, my fame; I'd win this war even if it stole the last, dying breath from my lips. At least I'd go down fighting for what I knew was right.