Hello my wonderful readers!
I am starting a new story, while I edit and revise Elissa's secret. I just recently saw Suicide squad and fell in love with that movie. I swear I have watched it at least ten times since it's been on TV. Anyways this is just the prologue and a little teaser to try to get you interested in the story. Well I hope you all have a good read and a great day!
Thank You,
scmax
"Leila, get your ass up here right now." A deep, enraged voice yells up from the main floor.
A little girl around the age of eight uncurls herself from a pallet on the cold, hard ground. She stumbles to her tiny pale feet, that looked like they never saw the light of day, and quickly scampered up the stairs. Only to be meet by a giant foot hitting her square in the chest and sending her flying. The little girl landed without a whimper of pain, standing up strong despite the imposing force before her.
If she was like a normal little girl, that kick would have broken her ribs. But Leila was special, though her family didn't see it that way. They considered her to be a monster, born different from the rest of them. No, she didn't have different features apart from her family, she actually looked a lot like her older sister. The reason why her family considered her a monster, is because the little girl was born a meta-human. Unwanted and unloved from the moment her parents set eyes on her. She knew what her family did to her was wrong, but she stayed; swearing to get her revenge every night after another day of beatings and ridicule.
A dark shadow of a woman crept past a window to an old run down house. Inside was a little girl curled up on the ground, sobbing into her dark blonde hair. The woman climbed up the tree in the front yard, and hide among the leaves as she watched for the fourth night that week. Long, raven black hair whipped around a pale, moonlit face, and light green eyes that darkened as the scene in the house settled down.
She watched as the little girl was sent off to bed, before slipping further up the tree. The woman quietly slipped onto the roof and made her way into the house. Silence was all that you could hear as she slinked into the living room and stood right behind the couch. Some re-run was playing on mute and the mother was already conked out from her alcohol and pills. This was too easy in her mind, she wanted a fight, she wanted the mother to plead for forgiveness. But beggars can't be choosers and the little girl did not deserve this life any longer. With no noise to her movements, the woman took out a small silver dagger and slowly ran it across the mother's neck. No gurgle, no movement, no fun what-so-ever for the woman as she stood there watching the mother bleed out.
She knew what the headlines would say tomorrow about her, either she was a villain or a hero. She didn't care though, as long as the children were safe, and the parents punished for their crimes. Just like her family was punished for their crime.