Bound

Bound

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Glacia lives in a world where you never do meet your parents, families do not exist. All you have is a guardian until the age of 19. Everything in this life is assigned, uniform, monotonous. Everyone looks the same, tan skin, light hair, brown eyes. But that's what makes her different. Since Glacia's birth she's been shunned and confined, she never made friends, and the government just told her to insure that she wouldn't be a problem for them. Her biological mother made a mistake, and now Glacia was paying for it. On top of her already distorted life, her Cubic was on the edge of an oncoming war against the Unbound, those who lived outside of the government, those who lived outside of the Cubics. They had no morals, no inhibitions, and no manners, at least that was what the rumors said. The only thing both sides had in common was The Blank Ones. The Blank Ones were not normal, nor were they human. Many years ago, Mother Earth had finally had enough, she released her real children open the world. The True Children of earth. Garish stories were told about them, and everyone was certainly afraid of them... Along the way, Glacia realizes she is capable of love, after all these years living without the slightest feeling of it. But, love can be taken away the moment it is given. Glacia would soon realize, there's worse things than exclusion...
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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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