So guys, this is a new story I've been thinking about for awhile. I think it's a pretty cool idea and hope you like it! Btw, characters don't look the same IN THIS CHAPTER.
Do you remember when you were a kid and you looked at the world with different eyes? Things looked bigger, people seemed nicer, and everyone was prettier.
Yeah well, lucky you.
It was two years ago when I work up in that empty parking lot.
A splitting pain in my head had woken me up from where I lay on the ground. My whole body was shaking but I managed to lift my head up and look around. My eyes searched the whole parking lot, it seemed perfectly empty. When I was about to lay my head back down on the cool ground, I saw a shadow of something. It was impossible to tell what it was under my conditions, but it was definitely solid. The lonely surroundings were getting to me and I needed to get there, just to see what it was. I had tried to stand up and walk over but my legs were too weak and I ended up falling right back down, scraping my knees in the process. I didn't give up though, pulling myself onto my hands and knees, I started crawling over to it. Each time my knee hit the ground it made the cuts bigger and my legs get weaker. Somehow, after extreme effort, I had managed to crawl over to the object.
The sky was a deep black blanket with only a few stars to light it and even as I came right on top of the object, I still couldn't tell what it was. I lifted my shaky hand with tremendous effort and brushed my hands across it. It was smooth and hard, but I couldn't place exactly what it was. A flash of lightning split the sky at that moment and a scream bubbled to my lips. Not because of how close that strike had been, oh no, it wasn't the fact that the object was a mirror either. It was the person that was looking back at me in the mirror, which blinked when I blinked and opened my mouth when I did. That person that I had never seen in my life… was me. That was what scared me shitless. The sky was black again, just like my memory. I couldn't remember anything, not my name, my childhood, how old I was… nothing. Another flash of lightning stuck and when the alien looked back at me in the mirror, there was something, or someone, else behind it.
Within the next minute after that I would be knocked unconscious by a fist slamming me into the concrete and my memory of what I saw in that mirror would be gone forever.
Sometime after the mirror incident, Alice, my now best friend, would find me and take me to her home. She wouldn't take me to the hospital because she somehow recognized that I was like her and knew the hospital would freak out when seeing my chromosome count. Then she would change my appearance before I could even glance at my old one, my true appearance.
The first time she changed my appearance was scary, it didn't hurt, and it only lasted for a second, but it sent this awful sensation through me that I had never experienced before… or maybe I had, I just didn't remember. Anyway, it felt like my whole body was literally just flushed out of everything inside it and built new. Which basically, it was. The first look Alice had created for me was a short red head with freckles across the nose and big brown eyes. It had been a very cute look, but James found us rather quick and we were forced to move and change appearances. The next time I was average height, blond hair with pink streaks, pimply skin, and small brown eyes. You can say I was pretty happy when James found us again and we were forced to move and change appearances.
It's been going on again and again like that for the next last two years. We get settled, James finds us, we flee, and live new lives. Not only does it suck to not know anything about my past life and never to settle in one place, but I also have to deal with the on-going guilt of changing Alice's life forever. Before she lived a perfectly normal life, well as normal as people like us could get. She had her own salon, friends, and a place to live in under her own name. But here I come along, all broken and crippled in the parking lot. Alice's heart is just too damn big for her own good and she took me under her wing. When she found out that I had a crazy guy after me because my mother was super powerful and I might know where she is, which obviously I don't, she went into hiding with me.
Now I'll tell you about this James I'm talking about. He's a third generation Enhanced, just like Alice and I. Third generation basically means you only have one specific power in a group. Example: James' power, telekinesis, only allows him to control electronics plugged in, or attached to a wall. His father, second generation, would have been able to control any electronic ever created. Alice is able to change genetic information. She's in the Biological Manipulation group so her mother was able to not only change genetic information, but heal wounds, and cure diseases at the touch of her finger. James, just like any other Enhanced, is extremely dangerous. He's big and strong and can locate you by just looking into his beloved electronics. Alice and I still aren't quite sure how he always finds out that it's us when we change appearances. Which seems to scare us all the more.
"Isabella!" Alice called. I hated that name. Why did she name me Isabella? Why couldn't she have named me something plain, like Jane? "Izzybella!" NO! Too far, she's taken it way too far!
"Bella!" I yelled when I yanked the door open. "If you are so prominent on calling me that retched name, at least just call me Bella."
"I happen to love Isabella" she sang as she twirled, quite literally, into the room. "It has an inspiring meaning and Bella means beautiful in Italian. Which you were, I mean are."
"Wow, way to help the self esteem" I stated sarcastically.
"Of course you're beautiful Izzybel-"
"BELLA!" I screamed. She continued as if I never interrupted.
"I mean, I created your whole genetic combination, how could you not be? Look!" She took my shoulders and turned me to the mirror. My wide blue eyes stared back at me. Short, curly blonde hair swept my shoulder and was pushed back with a black headband. I gave it to Alice; it was a pretty good look.
"Ok whatever, don't get cocky. You've had your bad moments." She went silent for a second, probably thinking about the top three most horrible looks.
"Well, anyway Bella," I silently clapped inside, she called me Bella! "We have a party to go to and I have to make you look fabulous!"
"Alice, we don't even know anyone! How are we going to a party?" She smiled evilly. "What'd you do Ali?" I groaned.
"You know… the usual. Just changed myself to look like the hostess' best friend and told her to invite two totally cool girls she just met." She answered in one breath. I glared at her. "Oh come on Bella! Don't be a party pooper."
"Fine, but just this once Alice! No more manipulating people."
"Even when it comes to getting money?" I stiffened.
"You know we can't help that. And you know I hate it. That's why we get jobs!"
"Yeah, yeah. Stop being so serious and put on the gorgeous dress I bought you." She skipped out of the room and came back with something behind her back.
"Wanna see it?" She asked, rocking back and forth. "I bought it especially for you." I didn't answer. "Ok, ok. Don't beg, I'll show you." She pulled out from behind her back a short aqua dress with silver trimming around the bodice. It was simple, elegant, and beautiful.
"Ok Alice, you got me. It's perfect." A huge smile spread across her face.
"Thanks! Now come on, we'll do your hair and makeup first."
Two hours later, we were both dressed up and looking beautiful. Alice's long auburn hair had been pulled into curly side pony tail. Her tall frame and green eyes were enhanced perfectly by the light green dress she had chosen. My dress also fit me well, making my curves look angular and cute. She pulled the little green camera out of her purse and set it on the counter. Setting it to timer, she clicked the button and walked briskly over to me in her four-inch stilettos.
"Say twenty-six!" I looked at her weirdly but said it anyway, smiling in the process. The camera flashed and she ran to look at it.
"Perfect!" she squealed. We'll develop it tomorrow. Her smile slipped into a frown as she looked at the screen.
"What's the matter?"
"The battery's dead. Now we can't bring it to the party."
"Oh Ali, you'll live. Just plug it in and it will be charged tomorrow."
"But I wanted it for the party!" I rolled my eyes.
"Oh Ali!"
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you have us say twenty-six?" a sad expression clouded her eyes.
"Cause Izzybell, it's our twenty-sixth appearance change we've had."
So this is a super short chapter. But I just wanted to let you guys get a feel of how it's going to be. Tell me if you love it, hate it, should keep writing it, or stop all together.