A Review Of Roy's Short Story: Corrupt

Melody Roy bit his lips and craned his head even further into the book so the times new roman font was mere inches from his face. No, he wasn’t gripped by the book’s plot, that was a facade. Rather, his eyes were trained on a teenager, whom he presumed was seventeen, who had two girl with her who screamed popular. Despite this being his first mission alone, he still had his whole adolescence worth of experience of getting a rough definition of people and the girl he was tailing was something he could never get along; she, Melody, was his polar opposite, a prep. What Roy had found, during nearly a month of investigating, was that she spent her weekdays trying to make friends and spent most her free days with the girls who sat beside her. The

He was distinguishable to those who knew about him being missing by his electric blue eyes and black hair, which had been bleached and dyed a light brown, so he still had to play a different persona so he wouldn’t match any description of himself. His group, or cult as some normal would refer to it as, gathered the people who were equipped with powers in an attempt to train them so they could hide, but not compress, their powers so they could still live a normal life. Roy was one of the few who would never be able to do that, his powers were too strong to be compressed and the simplest thought of his powers or surge of energy through his emotions would cause his fingertips to spark. Roy wasn’t one to give up, he’s been trying to release his powers hold on him since he was nine, he wouldn’t stop due to his group’s hypothesis on the matter. Decker, his group’s leader, hopped to be able to recruit Melody. Roy could only hope her decision to join, once he was able to get her to show her power, wouldn’t be influenced by the rumor that his group worked for or was the illuminati. That rumor was preposterous, his group was a totally different matter