My first fanfic story I hope you like it. I've sorted it out to make it better. PM if you have any questions you like me to answer. Please review.
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Americans misuse the word ' awesome meant to describe something awe inspiring. The British misuse the word bloody how can something amazing be 'bloody'?, bloody fantastic the say. One word the whole world seems to misuse is loser...
They call someone a loser if the lose a bet, who loses a little money. They call a school outcast a loser. What I call a loser on the other hand is someone who loses their family,friends their life.
Someone that loses happiness...
A person that loses faith in love,hope and future...
I Am That Someone.
Now I look around the room. The same dark dusty room I stayed in for 15 years. I guess I should start explaining. My name is Dea it is latin for goddess , you know like a deity. I don't remember much before I was taken.
Apart from when I was taken...
I was playing out side only five years old Just like any other five year old that fatter noon in our front garden. It was the day of my birthday and it was sunny which I was really pleased about. I was going to have a party the following week. I was living in London at this time and the weather suddenly changed into a violent thunder and rain. I knew why. It was because my mummy was upset. She's a savant, so is daddy and that's her power to manipulate weather.
This always happened when she was angry or upset so I headed in. 'mum, are you okay?' I asked I knew there was an argument from the heated conversation. My dad ran into me. And shepherded me upstairs into a room he had the most crazy and desperate look in his eyes "listen puppet" he whispered puppet he always called me "here are some bad people down stairs, whatever happens do not get out of the wardrobe". With that he left, saying something about helping mum out.
There were many things I wanted to ask but I knew better, so there I sat in the cupboard, unaware of what's going on, listening to the muffles of the heated argument down stairs a few of which could work out wad 'no' which was repeatedly several times.
'sweetheart, hide' my mum's telepathic message was forced into my head. I heard loud scream and I quickly turned myseI invisible, I had two powers one was drain the energy of a living organism and apply it to myself it was deadly and i couldn't control it . The other enabled me to take savants power and transfer it to myself. We'll not actually take more like borrow it.. Permanently. You see the savants still keep their power but I will also have it. I could do both these things with just a touch, but hated doing this since it extremely hurt. The only powers I have now is weather manipulation (my mum's) and energy transfer to myself which I took for my dad.
I peeped through the line of the wardrobe when I heard footsteps...
I saw armed men dressed black one gripped my dad. His eyes were red and checks tweak stained which was reasonable a since he just witnessed his soulfinder shot I front of him. I didn't know my mum was dead at hat moment "where is she?".
He held a gun to my dad's head. I whimpered quietly , covering my mouth to stop the grasps from my mouth.
"Kill me"me dad said "you already took my soul, SHE was my soul" my dad said more to himself as he dropped to his a knees Sobbing. A man turned towards my direction walking towards me "I can feel her" he said "she's radiating so much energy".
He pulled open the wardrobe and looked straight at me for a while.
"I can feel her ...but she's not here?" He asks rather than states. Another soldier smacks around the head "she's invisible you doofus, that's her power" he gripped me hard , he's fingers gripping my shoulders pulled me as if I was weightless And set me in front of my dad waving off my useless attempts at escaping.
He held the gun to my day's head and my dad said to me " I love you puppet" the last thing I heard was the mans deep voice saying " watch us shoot him" and I hear gunshot which was followed by dad falling in the floor everything seemed slow motion.
I didn't cry.
I didn't shout or scream.
Nothing.
I just stared.
