Chapter 1

When I was 8 I was put in care, I didn't particularly know or understand why. I just never questioned it. The food was delicious, the people were nice, I made loads of friends and best part of all no school! We lived in a desolate place, right next to the most stunning beach I have even seen, with golden sands and sea so blue it looks like a dark night sky.

As I got older I begun to question things, like why I was taken. I never could remember my parents doing anything wrong. In fact They never did. I loved them so much and I begun to miss them and crave their love and affection. Although the nurses tried, they really did, with 20 of us around we did not get much one on one care.

At the age of 13 things got desolate when I discovered my ability. I was told it was my turn to collect firewood from the beach. I was very tired and just wanted to sleep but no matter how much I protested the nurse would not let me go. I got mad and lost my temper. I begun to scream as I shut my eyes as tight as they could go, trying to block the hurt, and I could feel the room getting hotter and hotter. I thought it was just me. My temper affecting the way I feel, until I opened my eyes again.

I could feel the horror escape me as I saw the nurse dead on the floor, her skin burnt as if she had been on the sun. The sound went off, like someone had pressed a button and turned it off. I remember people coming in, escorting me out and then I everything went black. I am sure it didn't but I think I have blocked it out, to ease the pain that already stabs me everyday like a knife.

I got told about my powers. It angered me how simple it was. Pulled into an office with neat decoration and photos of landscapes and wildlife on the beach. So normal yet so far away from reality. They helped me control my powers so it would never happen again. Hours of endless training in rooms with people in suits. They treat me like an animal. "Don't get to close she is not trained yet!"

No matter what happened I still had dreams at night. The image of the burnt face in my mind. They tried everything, therapy, pets, art, they even got so despaired that they drugged me. Nothing could stop my screams at night.

I had a tremendous fear I would hurt someone. So I didn't talk to anybody. I don't want to get mad. I lead to destruction. I am destruction.

Now at 19 I am a different person. I am no longer the shy girl that I was. Scared to look at anyone. I am probably the loudest girl there. Well apart from my friend who I can hear screaming at the top of her lungs and creating a din. "Give me the remote Andy!" she shouts so loud I fear that it will be audible to the nearest town. To be fair to by big mouthed friend it was our turn with the TV and Andy is a mega bitch but she will get us in deep shit if she keeps screaming like that.

Although Hera is annoying, she truly lives up to her name. Hero. My hero. If it was not for her I would still be in the sorry state I was. Trapped in a dark oblivion. In a prison unable to climb the walls as my hands were tied.

"Shut up Andy Lecia likes me!" Oh no I have been called upon. I put my (ironically) fire red hair into a bobble and stand up. Most people are scared of me. I have killed before, even I am scared of me. Surprisingly Andy rises to her feet. Well this has never happened before. My inner self is screaming again. I don't want to hurt. It takes time to build a reputation though so I don't want to throw it away now.

"Give me the remote Andy. Its our turn," I say politely whilst I hold out my hand.

"Or what?" She replies as she leans in close to my ear so only I can hear. I can feel her breath on my neck and it makes me feel sick.

"Give me it," I repeat again. I have never liked Andy. She arrived at the same time as me and over time the hatred grew into a black flower with poisoned spikes on the stem. I twisted rose.

She lent in again so only I could hear. "You gunna kill me. Like you did that nurse huh? You sick murdering..." I did't hear anything else. I was full of hatred. I could just remember the incident and it made me feel sick. She had no right to make me feel that way.

I began to sink in panic as the sound shut off. This is what happened last time. I realised I didn't even know what the nurses name was. Then the blackness possessed me again

Hey there, This is my new story that I will be trying to update every Friday. The Brothers will be involved soon ;) If you have any questions and ideas I would love to hear from you. Please review as I am trying to improve my writing skills. I hope to make the next chapter longer, this is just a taster to see if people are interested in this story. I hoped you enjoyed this an am looking forward to seeing all of you beautiful people next week. Meg xxx :)