So, this is my attempt at a Red Queen fanfic. I'll try to complete this story(there's nothing I hate more than a great story put on hiatus, which has happened too many times), but I'm not making any promises. Ideas are ideas, and words are words-they're two completely different things. It'll take me some time to update, between school and other activities and writer's block(which I'm sure happens to almost everyone). I hope you enjoy!
Prologue
"What's wrong with her? Tell me!" The mother was frantic as she watched the baby-her baby, lying pale and cold in the doctor's arms.
"We're not sure. She's alive, but it seems that her blood is different."
"What do you mean, different?"
The doctor hesitated before answering. "Well, it might be a genetic mutation in the color of her blood, but…."
"Genetic mutation?!"
The doctor swallowed hard. Why did he have to be the one to break the news to a frantic mother? "Her blood is...silver."
The mother stared at the doctor disbelievingly for a few seconds. "You must be joking."
"I wish I was," the doctor replied, holding up a vial of the baby's blood. It was iridescent and shining in the sunlight filtering through the window, and it would have been a breathtaking sight if it weren't for the...abnormality of the situation.
The mother gasped at the sight. "Oh my goodness..."
"We'll be testing her for any more signs of...um, uniqueness." The doctor stumbled for words, trying to make the case seem better than it really was.
The mother narrowed her eyes. "Don't hurt her."
"Of course we won't."
Meanwhile, in the tiny, newborn baby, a seed of power was unfurling within her. If only they knew what was to happen….
They noticed how she was unusual. How she never seemed to lose her balance, how the sunlight seemed to bend at her will, and most of all, how she always seemed to know what they were thinking.
It was creepy, to know that someone knew your most private thoughts and moments.
Maybe that was the reason why they stayed away.
They never gave her a second glance. Not worth our time, they thought.
They knew she knew things about them that no one else did. A stalker, they claimed.
They knew she was different-a freak, they called her.
They knew she was more powerful, more mysterious than other people. Trying to hide in the shadows, they said.
They noticed how she never seemed to blush red, but seemed to pale. Using too much makeup, they dismissed it as.
They knew that there would be consequences if they shunned her. But that was what they did anyways.
What they didn't know was how right they were….