I've always loved the darkness. Just something about the purity of it. Solid, always the same never changing. It just is. But I guess people would say I'm biased. You see since I was 5 I've had the ability to control darkness. To manipulate it, to use it, to harness it, to embrace it. Basically I can control anything that relates to darkness.
When I was 5 I was playing at school with my one good friend, her name was Siahra, she was always there for me. I've always been a loner, that wasn't any different when I was young. I had no friends other than Siahra. Were sisters, well were sorta sisters. Her family adopted me when I was a baby, I've never met my real family. Anyway, we were playing hopscotch. One of the older kids who bullied me came up and started laughing, mocking me, the usual routine. Except this time Siahra was there, she knew about the bullying, but she was never there to witness it and she had no idea who it was doing it. When she got involved and tried to protect me, she got a black eye. The moment the fist came in contact with her skin, everything became quiet. The whole world around me went into slow motion and everything was silent, not a bird chirping or kid laughing. I saw red. I don't even know what happened, one minute I was watching Siahra cry, the next the bully had been sent flying across the yard by a cloud of black. The darkness, the black, was coming out my palms.
That was the day everything changed for me. That was the day I learnt I wasn't as human as I'd thought. That was the day my life ended.
Siahra kept my secret, she wanted me to be safe and wouldn't tell anyone. Nobody believed the other girls. They thought they had an 'over reactive' imagination. But we knew. Me and Siahra would play for hours on end with my powers. We would run in the shadows and mess with our parents when we cloaked objects in darkness. Everything was great till the men in suits came. The claimed to be something called SHIELD. They wanted me to go with them. They came when I was 8. I wasn't dumb. I ran. I took all the clothes I would need, Siahra gave me the pocket money she had been saving up and a phone she stole from mum so we could stay in touch. So I ran.