Un-Natural
I hated looking in the mirror. My green eyes had started to turn to purple from all of the medicine. My red hair was still red. Thank god for that. It had always been the symbol of my identity. My figure was becoming thinner. I was starting to look like a Skelton. My reflection had finally started to show who I really was. A monster. A freak. I would never belong. I realized that a long time ago. It was shortly after that the Edison group found me. They Immediately began performing test on me. None of the drugs they used worked. My body burned through them. Nothing could stop my ability. One of the doctors explained it to me once. It was as if human medicine did t affect me. I knew it meant something else. It meant it was like I wasn't human. Maybe I wasn't. I would never really know. The Edison group couldn't control my ability so, they came up with a better solution. They would use me. I was powerful they couldn't deny it. It was a miracle I hadn't escaped already. Where would I go? That was my question. I sat still in a cold wooden chair. The doctors came in and out. Leaving random objects in the room. Each had a story. I knew it as soon as it touched my body. I picked up a insulin case. It was the kind that people with diabetes used. I knew instantly it belonged to a boy named Simon. An image of the boy filled my mind. His father, his brother and the girl. These were all important to him. He was a sorcerer. The Edison group was looking for him. I set the case down on the floor. I moved to the next object. It was a hoodie. It belonged to a werewolf. I could smell it before I even picked up the hoodie. It belonged to Simon's brother. The face flashed in my mind. Not very attractive I thought. The boy was adopted. He was also very attached to the girl and the father. Very guilty emotions covered the boys mind. I set down the hoodie. The third object was a hairbrush. The fourth was a ring. I picked up the hairbrush first. It belonged to the girl. Both of the boys were important to her. So was three other girls. One of them owned the ring I guessed. Two of them were dead. Murdered. My heart sunk in my chest. Innocent blood had been spilled. The girl was of many faces. Blond hair, brown hair, even black hair. She was a necrocramcer. A very powerful one at that. her DNA had been messed with. This gave her un-natural ability to raise the dead. The thought of bodies everywhere grossed me out. I moved to the ring. It belonged to a half-breed. The father was a sorcerer. The mother was a witch. She was a strong half-breed. Black hair and eyes. Very annoying by the looks of it. The necrocramcer was important to her. As was the other sorcerer. He was her brother. It was a very curious situation. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Each one of these individuals left a trail through their minds. I moved to the corner of the room. There was a door there it was locked behind me. As I walked toward it the door blew off its hinges. It lay at the feet of the astounded scientist on the other side. There machinery buzzed from the incredible power. A woman approached me. I had met with her before. She was a most intriguing person filled with unusual expectations. "Can you find them?" she asked. I cruel grin spread across my face. They doubted me. That would be there mistake. "It will be easy enough. " I sad casually. This made the woman smile because one of the children I was searching for was her daughter.
Ch.2