First Impressions

Most people will never know me by my name. Most people will never see me in 'normal' clothes. Most people will never see my face unobscured. Most people will never recognize me, and yet most of the world has seen me before.

This is my story, my life, on display for you to read. Maybe one of you will understand and connect with me. Maybe I'll finally be able to tell the world what I really am.

I am a Superheroine.

I fight crime, injustice and villains. I defend and protect earth on a daily basis. I work with others to protect the innocent.

I am Human.

If you ever think that we superheroes have it easy, you're wrong. I don't know about everyone, but most of us are human. We have been hurt, wronged, and we have suffered. This is what drives us to be who we are. It doesn't make it any easier.

I am a Mutant.

I will protect my mutant brothers and sisters. My gifts will be used for the good of others. I will show you that we are all the same, despite the way we look.

And this is my story.

Ottawa has always been my home, and always will be. I grew there. I was homeschooled until grade 9, when I went to High School. I began developing mutant powers, but they never manifested themselves. For a year, all I could do was see energy, either it was in the form of batteries or things in motion, but I could never do anything with them.

2 weeks into grade 10, I was abducted. Nobody knew except for my parent, the RCMP and Weapons X Facility, the people who abducted me. I never talk about what happened there, but I will say that they successfully completed their mission: To make my mutant gifts a physical thing I could use. I escaped 6 months later along with another experiment at the facility. His name was Aidan, and he was my age. Neither of us like to talk about what happened there, but we stuck together.

I could now manipulate all the different kinds of energy around me, including electricity, sound, heat and light. Aidan and I were both hired by Division H of the RCMP. (H of course standing for heroes)

Along with other teenagers, we form a younger version of Alpha force. Because of my past associations, I was put in a leadership position, in order for the government to keep an eye on me.

Most of the team members were people I knew. This was also a way to keep an eye on me. I couldn't let them get hurt, therefore, I would not make rash decisions.

First, there was Aidan. At 18 years, he had a bionic eye that allowed him to make shot with supreme accuracy. His codename was Trickster. Jess was 18 as well. She was an archer, and a fantastic one at that. Her codename was Bolt. My friend Rachel was 16 turning 17. She was a telepathic mutant, with the codename Spade. Caleb, a 16 year-old, genius was codenamed Fusion, or Fuse for short. My other friend Hannah, had a set of mechanical wings that allowed her to fly, hence her codename Night Hawk. Alexa, a half Canadian half Russian and previous spy, was 16 as well. Her codename was Atrax, a type of poisonous spider. She was our version of Black Widow.

And there's me. I'm also 18. My codename is Spark, or Sparkie, as I'm jokingly referred to. And together, we're not much. We are a team, but that's about it. I like to think that we are pretty awesome, but compared to all the other superhero teams, we're pretty lame. We are a team.

I have a Team.

We aren't just a team. We're a dysfunctional family. I'm the mother, Caleb is the nerd, Rachel's the musician, Hannah is the peace keeper, Jess and Aidan are the twins and Alexa is the goth kid.

I have a Family.

Most importantly, and last of all,

I am Me.