Warrior
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Melanie Stryde has turned 17. That means she is eligible for Selection. This is the ceremony in which young adults are sent away to the Dome, a facility in which you learn Control approved things. She lives in Orbis. A place created for balance and peace. Earth has been separated into seven tracts, and Mel lives in the seventh tract with her family of two sisters, a brother, and her two parents. Once turning 17, you are subject to a training facility where you will learn things. What things exactly, she is unsure of. So going into this, Melanie doesn't know what to expect. No one who returns from the Dome is permitted to give any information out as to what they do. So everyone younger than 17 is clueless. Every 17 year old is obligated to enter, and if they don't, they are banished from the tracts, and sent to live in the outside world, where the attacks and bombings occurred during the war. So people obey. Mel thinks you are sent there to only learn something boring. Something she'll never actually need to know in later life. Although she is soon proven wrong when she arrives at the Dome, and is instructed to do something that never crossed her mind. As Mel struggles to adjust to this new environment, she learns life lessons, and things about herself she never knew existed.
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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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