Prologue
Growing up in the white family I knew that I was different. Whereas my brothers and sisters were of our fathers breeding cult I was one of the ones that they hated. Don't get me wrong my family doesn't hate me but my father's cult buddies do but they treat me with respect because of who my father is. Who is my father you ask well my Adopted father us Ames White. He's a federal agent and a member of a cult that hates all trangenics. My biological father was killed before I was even born. His name is Alec McDowell. From what my mother, father and brother kept telling me he was a hero. He saved the lives of all the trangenics including my mothers and my own. I knew that he had died the day of his and my mother's wedding and that had caused her to be very depressed. I felt alone even in my own family.
Growing up I was picked on and teased as well as beat on. I don' bruise so I couldn't prove it but my brothers Lucas and Ray protected me from those that wanted to hurt me. I went to the same school as them but I was more advanced. At the age of 8 I was in eighth grade. I ended up graduating high school when I was 12 years old. Even as a transgenic I was a prodigy. When mother went to Terminal City she'd take me with her and I'd here that when my father was at Manticore he was the same way but just a little older. He was three years older than I am now when he had first met my mother. I can see how he has loved her but it was weird when I heard about it from the others like me. They respected my mother even when she married Ames.
Like my mother and father I have no junk DNA. I am utterly perfect. Granted I grew up with a better life than they did I grow up during the ending years of the ultimate depression and a war between the breeding cult and the trangenics, I had a good life and I was very loved. When I was just 5 years old I got involved in the war and surprisingly I ended it. At 5 years old I told them that peace is a greater fortune than war. That war solved nothing and only caused devastation. I was right and my voice carried through. It was that year that the ordinaries, trangenics and those in the cult banded together and fixed out once great nation. Working together we became the super power that we were known to be. It was after that that Ames and other government officials that he worked with found out that it was the ordinary Logan Cale that put the hit out on my father because he was stalking my mother and fashioned himself in love with her. My mother had marched over to where he lived and killed him. I'm sure everyone knows that the reason that they weren't together was a virus she used that to her advantage and stroked the skin of his face with her fingers and kissed him. She had killed him and the only ones that knew were her, my father, my brother Ray, and the rest of the transgenic population.
That is how I found out when I was 12 years old. I guess when my father was alive Mole, the giant lizard, used to call him princess. I found it funny. He started to call me that when I started looking like a mix of my father with little bits of my mother. Then he showed me a picture of what he looked like. I did look like him except I had black hair and I had a darker complexion. Dix, the computer nerd that was also a digger, printed a copy of the picture of him for me. He got it framed and added it to the pictures of the family. There were wedding pictures of him and my mother as well as my mother and Ames, there were also family pictures up of the rest of us as well as Ray's original mother. It wasn't perfect but it was our family.
When I had turned 14 Ray took me to the cemetery where Alec and his mother were buried. There were plots with all of our names on it and I understood that those were our grave sites when we died. While he sat at his mother's I sat and talked with my father. Even though he wasn't there I felt like he was and he's love the fact that I was there. I told him who I was and that even though we never got to know each other he was my father and I loved him more than anything. I explained school and all of that and that Ames was a good man and I thought of him like my father and was proud to have him as such. I didn't cry while I was there but when we left and got back to the house I ran to my room and cried. My mother understood why I was upset and promised that she'd take me the next time. From that day on, on her and Alec's wedding anniversary we went to the cemetery together. It was also that day that we first went together that she gave me his motorcycle. It was a green duke and I had seen it sitting in the garage at TC.
I was surprised but I took care of it. She taught me how to work it fix it and take care of it. I cherished it like nothing else I had before. I would work on it late at night or in the early mornings when no one is around and I felt like he was there with me proud of the work I was doing with it. It was nothing compared to my mother's 1600 black ninja but it was mine. I kept it the bright green and black and added some of my own touches to it. I wasn't girly or anything but I was really into astrology so I added all of the symbols for the birthdays of mine, and my families and it looked awesome. The twins were born under Gemini, Ames was a Scorpio, mom was a Libra, Ray was an Aquarius, Ray's mom was a Virgo, Alec was a Leo, and I was a Sagittarius. With each one I had their names with is but I also had cancer, Pisces, Aries, Taurus, and Capricorn in the mix but nothing written with them.
My mother was impressed to say the least. When I revealed my work they were all impressed. My little brother and sister wanted to ride so I took them out for a ride in the city. Riding the bike gave me the courage I needed to do whatever I wanted. It empowered me to be the best that I can be. I kept learning and now at the age of 16 my bags are packed and I'm off to see the world. By reading my story I hope that you get the understanding that I'm more than everyone thinks I am. I'm Alexia Marina McDowell-White and this is my story.