Hey guys, this is one of those stories where I'm not sure whether it can be made into an actual book or not, cause all the characters are my OCs, but the inspiration comes from Xmen. I have already written 24 chapters of the story, but in first person, and am thinking of converting it to third person after the first two chapters, but it probably will stay in first person :) Now to the story... Enjoy :D
It's amazing how the sun is always at just the right angle in the morning to shimmer through the heavy night-tone drapes that stand to attention at my window. That tiny, beautiful sliver of light that penetrates the dark ocean. The moment is always short-lived, though. This has been my cue to get up since I started school. I dodge the bed frame as I stagger towards the dresser. Dad , as usual, is posing endlessly in his army uniform, framed with wood and the words: "In loving memory."
He must have been a great soldier, fighting in the talent war back before I could remember. I check the reflection in the mirror to see the waves of brunette-mahogany curls embracing the face keeping sharp blue-grey irises in place. After wrestling my closet for something to wear: blue jeans and a longish top. I made my way grudgingly towards the kitchen where Olivia, my mum, was watching the news. She sat up at my presence, the façade she used whenever in public.
" Originals are still in power. That should keep me my job for the next six months."
Olivia always seemed to drag a haunted expression around with her. No guessing what she was talking about-the rare times she makes conversation with me, it's always about the ongoing separation between humans and talents, talents being humans with abnormal abilities. Apparently they are getting weaker lately, or that what I've heard mum telling herself on occasion. I would never admit it to mum, but they are far from incompetent. Just about the only link the talents have with society is their strength in numbers. I really admire that- I wasn't strong enough to argue with the mother who only says a few words to me a day, her and my grandmother both.
"Take your pill, it's on the side." She murmurs from the sofa.
I gulp down the sickeningly white capsule and made for the exit towards the back door and school. School's not the best, but it's an escape from home. And after that is work at the Hospital. There, they admit both human and talent patients who are often in fights to the death between the two 'races'. It's just pathetic- they're hardly different, the talents. Maybe even better than us humans because they hardly ever use their abilities to harm. On my shift, I sought out my colleague Sky, who is almost as good a carer as I am; she always knows how to help. And me? I don't really know, although I do get the odd stares from the talent patients and male nurses. When I found Sky, she was handing out invitations. I knew they were for the party she threw every month for no apparent reason. She'd always invited me to them, but didn't expect me to go. This one, she pretty much threatened me into going. She said it would be worth it. Hate it when she is this mysterious. It's dangerous. She knows almost everything about me- from my societal views to my anti-hyperactivity tablets, and especially my low tolerance for surprises. Sky lunged me a clean peach envelope giving me a look full of hazardous mischief. I ripped it open immediately.
Staal's Beach Restaurant
21st November
8pm
Come enjoy yourself!
P.S.: Stella, wear something nice, please!