Hi, so now I also have a Wattpad account under the same username.
So here is the story...
Elsa:
A petite, tall woman wrung her gloved hands together in front of a large mirror, pulling at the slick fabric. She gripped the cuffs of the glove with her finger tips and pulled it down so the fabric closed tightly on her palm. The gloves were cut off so it only showed her milky fingers. The gloves were a soft blue with white detailing around the edges The female had beautiful platinum blonde hair that seems to shimmer in the dim light. Her large sapphire eyes looked straight at the mirror, seeming to take in everything around her. Her thick black eyelashes casted long shadows down her cheeks to touch the edges of her magnets lips which were pulled back into a thin line. Her pale and fragile complexion made her look like a delicate, porcelain doll. This women went by the name Elsa. Elsa wore a light white vest on top of a black tank top and black camo pants that were slightly baggy yet oddly fitting at the same time. A leathery belt was wrapped over her waist, a holster held a knife and a gun. Slightly hidden under her pants were a pair of high length pure black combat boots that were laced up tightly. Her hair was in her signature French braid that was woven to hang over her shoulder.
Elsa's head tilted up to look at a grainy image that clung onto the mirror's frame. The image showed three females and one male, one older with brown silky hair tied into a neat bun, while the other was many years younger and had strawberry blonde hair tightened into twin braids that hung loosely over her small shoulders. Lastly their was a girl that was also young, but older then the other. She had platinum blonde hair that was pulled back into a small braided bun that hung on her back. Next to them was a man with brown slicked back hair and a neatly cut mustache.
"I'm sorry this happened." Elsa whispered, her features dropping into a saddened expression. Her eyebrows knit together and her lips curled down into a frown. Her family had been taken away from her a long time ago. Elsa contained a power that she shouldn't have. A power that, they said, interfered with the system. She was a mistake, as the government called her in the beginning. She could have been executed, but you see she was a prodigy. Elsa was smart, ferrous, and had skills. They let her live as long as she would conceal the powers she held. That also came with a price. Her family had to be taken away from her so she could continue processing the great skills she had. On top of this, Elsa was given a set of gloves that covered her palms, they supposedly would help masquerade the ability. The government told her that the energy came from her palms, not her fingertips, and like any another good girl she went with it. Elsa decided to reserve her feelings, turning her into an emotionless shell.
This was ten years ago.
Now she had grown greatly with her skills. The powers she held would course through her veins but be restrained by not only the gloves, but also Elsa's blockade of feelings. She had wore her gloves when she slept sometimes, for that's when her feelings are aloud to let loose without her knowing. Without the gloves she would wake up in a room full of frost and snow.
Now here she was.
Alive and listening to the government that restrained not only her, but everyone in the society.
And there she goes.
Training everyday to work for them and help them with any missions.
And she was gone.
Out of the room without a doubt or any thought in her mind for that matter.
Jack:
A man stood on top of a building that over looked a lit up city, his back turned to rest on a brick wall that rose above the construction he stood on. A long shadow was casted over the shorter building. His head was bowed down so his tousled white hair fell in a mess that covered his face and his hands were tucked into his pockets. He wore camo pants and a plain shirt, a knife hidden in the loop of his belt. In front of him was another male, about four years younger then him and wore an attire slightly similar. He had shaggy brown hair and caramel eyes that looked at everything below them in awe. The male with the white hair tilted his head up revealing icy blue eyes.
"Don't get to close to the edge, Jamie. They know I'm missing but I'm not sure if they know I picked you up on the way." He muttered and shifted himself to stand up tall, the wall still caressing his back.
"Alright Jack." Jamie replied simply and took a step back, keeping his low gaze on the lit up city.
Jack was what they called a mistake, specifically a fatal flaw. They said that they had no room for another aberration which confused Jack. There couldn't possibly be another like him. Even if there was shouldn't they be dead like they were supposed to do with him? Jack only had a younger sister to look after since his parents death. There was nothing special about him except his powers. He was locked away until he came of age to be executed, also sending his sister away to another location. The execution was going to be held privately so it wouldn't capture the attention of others. Now he was loose and the government couldn't find him.
This was five years ago.
Jack had escaped there grasped and caused a scurry within them, catching the attention of the society. He found Jamie when he was only nine and took him in. Jamie was homeless and alone which gave a Jack a ping of protectiveness for Jamie, reminded him of his younger sister.
Now there he goes.
Jack and Jamie were on the run. Each place he went to he seemed to leave a mark on the town. Whether it was giving them a taste of freedom or fun in anyway possible.
And now he is gone.
Jack kept running for five years, and still is. Following his heart to try and find a way out of the dystopia, and hopefully finding his younger sister, if she was still alive.
