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Im sure you heard the story of the purity war, how humanity was stripped of all it was. How it changed the worlds people. It took away our balance and made people one of six things. Overly brave, making people cruel. Overly intelligence, making them vain. Overly selfless, makes them stifling. Overly kind, making them passive. Overly honest, making them inconsiderate. Or very rarely divergent. Im sure you heard of this story. The story of what mental effects the war had. But I bet you've never heard this story. The story of the physical effects so much radiation can have on the human body. You've probability never heard this story because these, what should we call abnormalities are rare. Much much rarer then a divergent. Take it from me. I know there are more out there but in all my 17 years I've only met one other.
A strange thing war is who knew it could change so much?
Im in search, it has been years since I crossed paths with Havor. Im too alone in this world, I need to find another. Another like me.
The only other time I met someone like me is when I met Havor and I didn't really even meet him. When I was 12 and alone fending for my self living on the fringe with a hate for the goverment. I was genetically damaged an outcast. More then that I was a freak. Child of radiation and war. I could do things, hear things others couldn't. I had all but lost hope. I sat crouched in the darkness of an ally, the screaming minds of others vibrating through my head when I felt it. I heard silence. The screams that drove me insane were gone I thought I was free. The scilence was beckoning and cool but it didnt last. My few moments of peace ended abruptly. I needed to know what it was that released me from my prison. I crawled out of my shadow in the alley asI caught sight of a hooded cloak round the corner. I followed it on a whim. Scuttling through the streets. The closer I got the more peace I could feel. I had no clue what it was. I followed the man along the path was untill he stopped at an appartment door. It was run down and old. Still in the shadows I watched soaking in the quiet.
He rattled the handle but it was locked shut. Which was uncommon for a door on the fringe. Most were broken open or bordered with wood. I watched as he checked his surroundings before disolving through the door. I knew he and I were the same, altered in a way that was different.
My cowardice won over as I could not persuade my legs to move to the door. I never saw him again but I would never forget him. I named him Havor probably just to keep me sain.
I dont remember any family. All I have had with me my entire life was others voices. It's very easy to lose your self when so many others crowd your head.
Over time I have learnt to control my head. Im never not with others voices but I have learnt to focus on them to pinpoint where there coming from. And belive me it has its uses. Its easy to get what you need when you can dangle ones thoughs over their head.
All this time I've been making do. All this time I've been alone. This is going to change.