They say that the world was saved 23 years ago. I wouldn't know, I wasn't due to be born for a few days. However, I am unique to this world. They say that a man with electric powers, named Cole MacGrath, used a strange machine to cure the world of a plague, a plague that he caused. It worked, but with a devastating side effect, all men and women like him, powerhouses that could fly, burn, freeze or any others like that, were killed. No chance to say good-bye. They just died. A wonderful victory, at a terrible cost. But, something happened, they say a lightning bolt hit his coffin one afternoon, and at that same moment, five other bolts hit on random children, stillborn, and brought them back to life, with powers like no-one should have had. I was one of the five. I lived in London at the time, and lived there for another 15 years before me and the other four were hit with a lightning bolt. I didn't know that at the time. My name is Brendan, and I am a Conduit. My story began when I was 16.
He leaned against the wall, panting, wondering how the hell this had happened. He was walking along the waterfront of London when he was attacked by some freaks of nature. They were the size of a full grown adult and had giant crab-claw arms, as well as small tentacles coming out of their mouth. They chased him silently until he heard a growling from behind a wall. He went to check and was attacked by these mutants. He ran, faster that he thought he could, but these things didn't break chase. They ran faster than an Olympiad without needing to stop, like they had bottomless reserves of energy. But since the blast about 24 years ago, the military came to guard London from a freak outburst, and shot all mutants on sight. He used that to his advantage, running into the middle of the street, letting those things be torn to shreds by the army's LMG's, and kept running. He stopped in a side street and leaned against the wall.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. He rang Jimmy, telling him to meet him at his place. Jimmy was Brendan's guardian, if you could call him that. They were friends since they met at school, often smoking cigarettes behind the history block. When jimmy left, Brendan's parents divorced and Brendan needed a new home. Jimmy decided to take him in, for both of theirs sakes.
He hung up, putting his phone in the holder. Suddenly, he was attacked by one of those things jumping on top of him like a ninja. The thing started to put its tentacles on Brendan's face when a shadow appearing from Brendan's hand impaled the ninja-freak, green fluid spurting across the walls, and killed it instantly.
"Holy crap! Oh god! How did I do that!" said Brendan. He ran home to avoid the mutants, while hoping the shadows didn't make him Slicey McStabbington again. He made it home and ran into his room.
"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god." rattled on Brendan nervously. After five minutes of pacing his room, he started to feel thirsty, so he had a drink of water. As soon as the water touched his lips, he passed out.