Hello! This is my first attempt at writing a multi-chapter story and an OC! All reviews, critical and complementary are accepted (and desired). Please let me know what you think both of my story idea and my writing, and spare no feelings! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy.

My name is Maribelle Moore. I am the definition of a test tube baby, and the experiment of Doctor Victor Avidi. Doctor Avidi is a thin, frail looking man who's skin is thin and yellowed, like weathered parchment. His eyes are emotionless, grey and perpetually bruised. Grey hair, thin lips, long fingers, slightly hunched back. He wasn't always like this. Only after I was created did he become this way.

He began on a noble quest, to serve his country in the only way a logic based dreamer can: science. War is a terrible way to reach ones goals, for the loss of life causes all conquests to have the bitter, lingering stench of death.

But how do we end the useless violence and needless death? The solution is almost too simple.

Make people stronger.

That is what Doctor Avidi originally set out to do. The theory was that if he could somehow allow humans to use a larger percent of their brain function, they would be able to fight on a level that was undefeatable, lessening the amount of death by making their soldiers so much stronger that the enemy either gave up out of fear, or was decimated to teach others of this new found strength.

That was the theory, at least.

It was decided that human experimentation was too inhumane, leading to me. If Doctor Avidi couldn't experiment on normal people, he would create someone to experiment on.

Designed to be pretty, but not stand out, I was the perfect candidate. Average height, average weight, mid length brown hair, hazel eyes, fair skin. Upon further examination, smaller details are noticed: heart shaped face, widows peak, slight cleft of the chin, straight nose. Pretty, but not gorgeous. Noticeable at first, but not memorable later. Probably because that's how he designed me.

The experiments went perfectly as well, at least for a while. They opened up previously underutilized sections of my brain function, and soon I began to feel not only my energy, but energy around me. I can feel the power and force of many things, and have an unexplainable knack for reading people. The most exciting discovery, however, was what my energy could do.

My energy can identify, isolate and latch on to other energy, giving me control of its vessel. I am in the beginning stages of my training though, so I can only manipulate elements. They are the easiest to control, despite common belief, because they have a lot of their own energy, but not a lot of will. They are easily influenced by other things, and don't fight back like living creatures do.

After I master Elemental Energy, I will move on to Inanimate Energy (objects with very littler energy to manipulate, making it so I have to expend more energy to control them) and than Living Energy.

As mentioned, I was supposed to help the country by creating a new, more powerful form of human. The idea behind my creation didn't change, but the person who created me did. Dr. Avidi has become selfish. Instead of using me to help the country, he has decided to use me to help himself. This brings us to where everything of my new life begins: my first field trip.

Dr. Avidi has decided that my control over the elements is extensive enough that I can run a little errand for him. To the bank. For money that is not his. However, there is one little snag in his experiments: me.

By opening up new sections of my brain, he seems to have partially shut down others. I cannot process my emotions. Glands in my brain that usually produce hormones like dopamine have ceased functioning, causing me to become bland, personality-less and worst of all: objective. Right and wrong have no meaning, and nothing matters but logic. Even my sense of self preservation is lost if my chances of escape or survival seem too slim.

He has, however, created a short term cure for my little defect, and they come in the form of small, purple pills. They give me back not only my emotions, but my personality as a whole. Ten days worth of these are shoved into my hand in a small, plastic tube as I am ushered out the door. The plan repeats itself in my head as I head toward my destination.

Do not take supplements night before, objectivity is best for this mission. Locate bank. Act normal. Ask to set up new account, so workers will bring you to an office cubicle in the back. Incapacitate worker without causing harm, steal pass card and uniform. Ask manager for help opening vault for larger client, pretend to be new. After vault is open, incapacitate manager, take money and exit area.

Simplicity is best, as is as little violence as possible. In and out.

I arrive at the bank, a large, white building with people milling in and out of it at an almost constant rate. This is the single most popular bank in all of Jump City. An estimated 75% of the city's population prefers this bank. I enter and wait in line as I perfect my façade. Easy going smile, innocent voice, charming mannerisms. I wring the cuffs of my over sized sweater as I ask for assistance in making a new account, and stumble slightly as we enter the cubicle, laughing lightly at myself. The worker is female, below average weight but above average height. Elbows and knees would be her most effective weapon in fighting, but joints would also be one of her weaknesses. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Named Bethany.

I am offered a seat and take it, bouncing a little on the seat cushion. The worker chuckles before swiping her card, unlocking the computer. I strike. A quick jab to pressure points in the neck knocks the worker out, and I quickly rid her of her uniform, leaving her under shirt on and slipping my shorts onto her. I change, grab the card and exit to find the manager, keeping the same façade. I quickly charm him and get him to lead me to the vault. There is no time to waste. That's where it all goes wrong.

An alarm blares and the manager whips around, looking for the cause of the commotion. A worker runs up to him and breathlessly explains the situation.:"

"Someone found Bethany… No uniform… knocked out… in cubicle." Every few words are punctuated by a gasp. I look at the manager, as if waiting for a response and notice his eyes flick towards my name tag for a fraction of a second. I weigh my options. I could wait to see if he makes the connection, or I could strike now. The managers eyes meet my own as I incapacitate him the same way I did Bethany. I take his card as the other worker screams and runs, turning to the vault. I open it and enter, hoping to grab money and escape by means of the earth, opening a tunnel underground and closing it behind me before any reinforcements arrive.

That plan doesn't last very long as the wall in front of me explodes in a flash of green light. Before me stands five young adults, all in varying stances of defense.

I analyze them all.

The first one is easy: By his position he seems to be the leader, bo staff in his hands and weapons on his belt indicate a lack of special power, lean yet muscular body is perfect for fighting but also being quick and nimble. Minimal threat. Approximate age: 21

Next is the cyborg, shining silver body pulsing with blue energy. Arm in form of some shooting weapon that, judging by its energy, is extremely powerful. Large size indicates extreme strength. Weaknesses would include a lack of speed. Also minimal threat. Approximate age: 24

The next creature is not as easy. Floating a couple feet off the ground, her skin is an unearthly shade of orange and her hair a flaming red. Green glowing eyes and hands indicate that she is responsible for the gaping whole in the wall, proving that she has terrifying strength in addition to her power. Definite Threat. Approximate age: 21

Also flying is the grey one, facial features and hair color hidden by the hood of her billowing cloak, the only features that stand out are her violet eyes and hands blackened by the shadow of her power. Also gifted with some sort of power, dainty stature and bodily features indicate an acute lack of strength. Power is unknown. Possible Threat. Approximate age: 21

The last one is completely unreadable. Green features. No visible power. Muscles may lend to a decent amount of strength. No visible strengths or weaknesses. Unknown Threat. Approximate Age: 21

"Drop the money and surrender now," the leader barks out, stepping forward. Each of the others prepares themselves for a reaction, charging up their powers, except for one. The green one. I weigh my chances of success. One on one, I could easily defeat any of these people. Two on one would be a challenge, and three on one would be nearly impossible. My chance of victory against five is nonexistent. I make eye contact with the green one, wanting to examine his reaction, before speaking two simple words punctuated by the release of the money in my hands.

"I surrender."

His eyes widen minutely in shock and his shoulders relax, allowing his raised arms to lower slightly. He looks to the leader, as if unsure of what to do. As my hands are cuffed, he waits for instruction, watching my wrists be shackled with a confused look, indicated by the furrowing of his brow. I only remove my eyes from him when the leader speaks once more.

"We should take her to the Tower for interrogation. I've never seen her before and she gave up too easily to be a big time villain, there might be something more to this." The man appears confused, unused to people surrendering so easily. As he waves over the robotic one to take me to this "tower", I shift my focus back to the green one. This time he notices my stare and looks back at me, questions in his eyes. I know I cannot answer them, but someone else may be able to.