Jasmine's story

August 22, 2009. That date was permanently engraved in the mind of a certain 15-year-old girl. It was only three months before she turned 9. But it was a day that scarred her both emotionally and physically. It was a day that changed her life forever.

It was the day that an 8-year-old girl named Jasmine Monique Rodriguez became...

An Untouchable.

Jasmine was getting ready for bed that night when she heard a crash from downstairs. Her parents weren't home at the time. Leaving an 8-year-old girl alone at home was a really stupid decision, as they all later found out.

Upon hearing the noise, she quickly buttoned up her night shirt and opened a drawer in her nightstand, where she kept a few items she found useful in emergency situations. She grabbed a flashlight and a cap gun, hoping she could scare the source of the noise away with it if she "shot" at them with it. After making sure the explosive caps were actually in the toy gun, she walked downstairs slowly and quietly.

Unfortunately, she was seen by the intruder before she could see them.

"Who's there?!" He shouted. "Show yourself!"

"You first." Jasmine taunted. Unfortunately, he fell for the taunt and walked towards the stairs. Jasmine aimed the gun at him and pulled the trigger a few times, causing three loud gunshot-like cracks to echo through the house and flashes of fire to shoot from the gun, making it look pretty convincing.

The man, however, was not intimitated, or even convinced.

"I have a gun too." He said, pulling a revolver from his pocket. "There's only one little difference." He pointed the gun at Jasmine. "Mine's real."

The man fired a warning shot into the wall next to Jasmine, just to prove his statement. Jasmine knew one wrong move could easily end with her dying. She was nowhere near close enough to directly attack the man, but just because the cap gun wasn't real, that didn't make it useless. It was a metal-framed gun, so it was fairly heavy.

She switched her flashlight on and shined it directly into the man's eyes, temporarily blinding him and distracting him. Jasmine threw the cap gun, striking him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain and dropped his gun. Jasmine ran up to him, kicked the gun away, and kicked him right between his legs.

But somehow, the man barely even flinched at the secondary hit. He grabbed a knife from his pocket and slashed at the air, missing Jasmine's head by mere centimeters and even taking off a chunk of her hair. While he shifted his grip to stab her, she managed to dive between his legs, jump onto his back, and get him into a choke hold.

But the man wasn't ready to be beaten up by a little kid. He swung the knife at an awkward angle, plunging it into the front of Jasmine's right hip. As he tore the skin open, trying to rip through something important like a muscle or a major blood vessel so he could try to disable her, a scream echoed through the house and a high-pitched whining filled the air. A bright purple flash shot between Jasmine and her attacker as she let go and the man let out a brief scream before being launched a few feet forward and collapsing to the ground. Jasmine looked over to the man and saw a large scorched spot on his back where his clothes and the skin under them had been fried by something. She pulled the knife from her wound and managed to stand up. She limped over to the man and checked his pulse, but paled when she got nothing.

"I... Killed him...?" She whispered in total shock. She had never killed anyone before, and she didn't even know how she managed to kill him. But she knew it had to do with that bright flash. She knew she had caused it.

Some purple sparks around her hand suddenly made her realize what was going on. She easily recognized them as electrical sparks. As she closed her hand into a fist, the sparks intensified into arcs running along her entire arm.

She could control electricity. But why? How did she gain this ability?

A pain in her hip as she tried to move again quickly snapped her back into reality. She was bleeding badly. She needed medical help ASAP.

She managed to limp over to the phone and call 911. She looked around as she waited for the operator to pick up and saw a large bag. It had fallen over and spilled several valuable items belonging to her family all over the floor.

She had stopped a robber, gotten badly injured, killed someone, and gained a strange new power, all in less than 15 minutes.

After a brief explanation to the 911 operator, an ambulance and an emergency team was dispatched to her house. By the time they arrived, however, Jasmine had passed out from blood loss and shock.

Over the next few years, Jasmine did some research on her new ability, practiced controlling and using it, and discovered the rules about Untouchables. The large scar on her hip was, strangely, shaped like a lightning bolt, and she had a power that matched the marking's shape. After looking into it further, she realized that she had suffered a horrible fate that would haunt her even more than her PTSD from the robbery-gone-bad.

She decided to hide it. She even kept what she learned a secret from her parents until they died a few years later. The only person she ever decided to tell was her boyfriend, Jonathan, who she met when she was 13. But keeping it a secret didn't change the truth. Nothing could change it.

Jasmine was now an outcast. A freak with a scar. A mutant.

An Untouchable.