Author's note: When my OC says she was 6, she means mentally not physically. She was actually 4. Anything about her age past that point is physical. she is of a culture that has superpowers from birth. Because of this, their blood is very valuable in the black market. Their blood is also pitch black. My first story so please be kind! Enjoy!
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I was never taught how to defend myself, it just came naturally to me. It was instinct. I guess growing up in the underground will do that to you. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Carmen Ackerman, and I was abandoned when I was 6 because my parents are shadownian. Shadownians have jet black hair and obsidian eyes. Most of us are dead. I might even be the last of my kind. I steal to survive, and even then it isn't much. Maybe some bread or water here and there. Some shop owners even got the Military Police involve. Of course, the M.P.s are too slow for me. As I got ready I looked over at my little brother, Noah. It had been 3 days since he had a full stomach. It had been a full week for me, but noah needed the nutrients more than me. As I got ready, I looked at the scars that littered my torso. It had been a month since we escaped from 'Her'. I shook my head to get back to the present and grabbed my black leather satchel. I also wore a black beanie, hoodie and sweatpants. I liked the color black, it helped me blend into the shadows. there was cafe that I frequently stole from. On my way there, I got the strange feeling that I was being followed; I decided to ignore it but be ready for an attack at any time, just to be safe. As I entered the cafe I saw 5 loaves of bread in the display case. I immediately placed all 5 in my satchel. As I exited the cafe, someone stepped in front of me. He had Blonde hair, with bushy eyebrows to match and ocean blue eyes. He wore a forest green cloak the covered his trso so I couldn't see what he was wearing. Suspicious. "Hey! Kid!" he shouted when I began to walk away. "ugh! What?" I said tired and annoyed. "What are you doing out this late? I'm sure your parents must be worried sick!" he interrogated, brows furrowed. It was almost as if he was worried about me. NO! FOCUS! "I should be asking you that." I said, " this area isn't exactly an ideal tourist destination." "Can you at least answer a couple questions about a child thief in the area?" "how did you know I'm a kid?" I wondered. When I saw a look of realization on his face, I realized that I had said that out loud. I ran. I could hear footsteps slaming on the pavement behind me. I had to run home give Noah the bread and then lead them away from him. Then, I got a call. It was Noah. But Noah never calls me. I realized that meant trouble, so I stopped running and answered the call, "Hello?" I said while panting. It was her voice, I immediately panicked and hung up.