Chapther one.
2 Years ago.
Alexandria Riley sat at her desk, not so much listening to her teacher.
She already did all the work for the whole year.
Her genius level intelligence made school child's play.
The bell finally rang, making her fill with excitement.
She could continue with her research.
The hallway's where crowded, teenagers gossiping & playing around.
None of it interested her.
It wasn't her world, & it was made clear to her when she started high school.
She managed to hear about a party.
She pieced together that there was 83% chance that it was at her house.
The probability being that her parents were out of town that weekend, wedding anniversary. They lived in a mansion, her father being a owner of a news company, that meaning, owned 4 news stations, 8 news papers, a couple of blog sites & a radio station. & her mother a former Broadway actress.
& making it all fit together, her older sister was the most popular girl in school.
Captain of the cheerleader team, dating the star athlete & her life revolved around high school.
So cliché, right?
She choose to ignore whatever gossip was going around, & the party.
Her parents wouldn't really care.
As long as nothing got broken or stolen & no one died, it was okay.
Her father favored Alexandria.
But only because of her grades & intellect.
Her mother had high hopes of Cameron, her older sister to become on actress, like herself.
Cameron having her 'holier-then-you' personality.
She really thought she could walk on water, if she ever used her brain on more than gossip exchanging & reputation upholding things.
Alexandria, really thought, her life was out of a stupid chick flick movie she's often forced to watch with her mother.
Seeing as that she & her mother didn't have that much in common.
But they loved each other none the less.
Alex did her best to please her parents.
She did her best to please everyone
She rarely, had time for herself.
She was on the over achievers program at school, muay thai practices after school, & then spending time with her parents, trying to hold on to a bond.
A bond that was non-existent.
She wishes, she could just drop everything.
But she couldn't.
She was born, with genius level intelligence & muscle mimicry.
She was a prodigy.
What she hated, was because it wasn't her.
It was her mutation.
Her somewhat curse & gift at the same time.
Everything comes with a price.
Hers was just, a little more complicated.
People expected so much.
She couldn't just blow up & went her anger or frustration.
She had to bottle it all up in a bubble.
A bubble she made to hide pain, remorse, anger & her needs.
She knew it was just a matter of time before the bubble exploded.
But she didn't really care.
If she did good, kept her mouth shut. She could have time on her own.
Her alone time, was everything to her.
It's the time she did her research, experiments & reading.
God she loved reading.
She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts & self pity, she didn't notice the fact that the teenagers had started to pile out of the school, likely to get ready for that "awesome rad party" at her house.
She figured out, that if she walked home, she wouldn't have to be there when her parents left & she wouldn't have to be there when her sister started decorating for her party.
The walk home, was like always, rather boring.
It was always the same.
Same people outside the convenient store, taking their smoke break.
A tall ditzy blonde & a rather short fat bald man that she had figured out was the manager.
She always took out her own cigarette when walking past them.
An addiction.
Which she loved, one of the small things in life she enjoyed.
Worth a tumor & her lungs collapsing in the future.
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"Hey, little girl. You shouldn't be smoking, it isn't good for you" Called the manager.
It was a daily thing.
They didn't know each other, but it was some kind of a ritual between them.
Alexandria just waved at him, not even taking a glance.
She didn't care.
It took her about 30 minutes to walk home.
When she got there, her parents where gone & her sister still decorating.
"You missed mom & daddy leave. You are so disrespectful."
She looked over at her sister, noticing that she was still in the same clothes she wore to school.
She didn't know why she noticed that.
"Keep to yourself tonight, I don't need you to ruin everything for me, it's just bad enough to have you in the same classes as me."
Alex raised an eyebrow at her, but still had a seemingly bored face.
"Don't give me that look, you freak."
"Whatever, just remember to put everything worth value away. Or else you'll get into trouble." Alex said, & with that proceeded to her room.
She locked the door, threw her backpack into a corner, jumped onto her bed & picked up a book from the night stand.
She might have genius level intelligence, but she still loved reading old romance novels.
The new crap that was published today wasn't emotionally correct.
At least it felt that way to her.
The stupid fairytale endings of teenagers were just silly for her to read.
She felt incredibly stupid reading teenage love stories.
Her mom had stacked up a whole lot of old romance novels, & Broadway plays, that where magical & romantic beyond belief.
Tragic endings are her favorite.
She was hopeless romantic, but the sadistic or sad endings are her favorite.
When someone dies, or is horribly mutilated.
She found it fascinating.
She read for 2 hours & 27 minutes.
Keeping track of time was crucial.
Showering, getting dressed, brushing her hair & doing her make-up didn't take long.
It didn't really matter what she looked like.
She would end up, yet again. Get picked on & talked down to.
It was always that way & her sister never did anything to stop it.
She dreaded that party.
She had a nagging feeling inside of her, that something, would go wrong.
Her anxiety started acting up.
Hard to breathe, her room starting to spin.
She hurried over to the toilet, knowing what was going to happen next.
Every day she was like this.
Before school, every party, every practice & every counseling session.
Yes, her life was a huge cliché & was seemingly right out of a teenage movie.
She had huge problems.
Problems she never asked for.
Standing up, she walked over to the mirror.
She smoothed down her grey tank top & fixed the mascara that leaked down to her cheeks.
Oh yes, everyday life alright.
The party had stared.
The living room & kitchen was packed with people from her school, & older collage guys trying to hook up with younger girls.
A long line to the bathrooms.
"Heeeeeeeey, what's up little lady." Someone said as an arm snaked itself around her shoulder.
'Hm, must be one of those collage guys, since he has no idea who I am.'
"I think I'm a little over the league for you." Alex said as she brushed his arm off her.
He seemed surprised for a moment, but quickly regained himself.
"No one is too good for the C-master." 'The C-master? Is this a joke?'
"Erm… & The C stands for?"
"Chad!" '… of course.' She frowned & started to walk away. "I'll be here for you, baby!" 'Oh god.' Quickly she made herself disappear in the crowd of people.
Her sister was on her boyfriend lap in the corner of their living room.
Surprise, surprise.
"What a whore." She muttered to herself.
The party went on.
Alex found a seat in between an arguing couple & was entertained by their need to destroy one & other.
They had been going at it for quite some time.
"I saw you kissing him!"
"Well, I saw you kissing that red haired slut that's at the kitchen table but I sucked it up & dealt with it!"
She was going to end up going def, but not before losing a couple of brain cells in the process.
"I would advise you two to talk in a civilized manner, yelling & making accusations will not benefit your relationship. You two should go & find a quiet place to talk & solve out your problems if you want this relationship to work. Start your conversation by explaining yourselves & your situation. & don't interrupt each other, it's rude. Shelby should be the first to start, since she probably has the need to talk more." Alex said, annoyed. She had a major headache, & someone spiked the orange juice in the mug on the table that she had been drinking all night.
So she was a bit on the tipsy side.
Okay, she wasn't tipsy.
She was drunk & was getting wasted by the minutes.
She somehow found herself dancing with that Chad guy.
Not bad.
Socializing.
Getting the attention of a collage guy.
Not bad at all.
He didn't seem so bad.
At least when she was wasted.
He was okay.
Then his talking & bad phrasing of things where interesting.
It wasn't long until he somehow talked her into one of the bedrooms, ironically hers.
Small kisses turned into a make-out session.
The make-out session was growing into something heavier.
"I-I Don't think erm.. this is a good idea." She whispered.
"Come on, don't be such a tease. It's your first time, right? I'll be gentle."
"I don't think so…"
"It's okay baby" He said while kissing & nibbling at her neck.
All of her training in muay thai, didn't pay off.
She forgot everything she learned.
She didn't want this.
But she couldn't get him off.
Stupid jocks.
She started to panic.
Dread filling her.
This was not going to happen, not to her.
Her bubble was breaking.
There was screaming.
Blood everywhere.
A mutilated body.
Limbs & gory substances, most likely his insides all over her room.
No one took notice of his screams of agony & pain.
It was thrilling.
She sat on her bed, bloody & grinning.
'A second mutation?' She thought to herself.
'Of course' Another voice replied in her head.
'We should get cleaned up…'
'Not yet, enjoy the moment.'
She continued grinning like a complete idiot.