Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

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It's been almost one hundred years since Adam's War. Since Supers were exposed to the world and almost tore it apart. No one knows where exactly they came from or why they were born, but super humans soon made their mark on the earth. Humanity wasn't ready for them. At first they speculated, they doubted, they questioned their existence and what it meant. But then they got curious. They imprisoned them, experimented on them, determined to find out what made them different and replicate it for themselves. Supers were the next stage in human evolution, and humans wanted a slice for themselves. The Supers continued appearing in the general population, no one spoke about what was happening, and for a time everything seemed okay, but really …show more content…

Requiring someone to be awake at this hour is a crime far worse than anything I've ever dealt with, punishment should be doled out swiftly and without prejudiced, much needed sleep for the victims, and a painful and excruciating death for the perpetrators -- or at least some community service or something.
Making a mental note to bring it up at the next department meeting, I mustered all of my willpower and started towards my closet slowly, sliding it open I reached out and snatched a black wool coat from off its hanger. My mind filled with images of my father, his face, his laughing, his essence; I immediately dropped the jacket. Sighing deeply, I opened the drawer in my nightstand and put on the gloves that were inside.
That's my power in all its glory. When my hands come in contact with an object I can see its history, every person who ever owned it or touched it, and everywhere that it has ever been, all in all its a pretty harmless ability, but one that makes me kick ass at my job. Unfortunately my power has one very big draw back, that is, I can't turn it off. For a while I couldn't even go grocery shopping without feeling sick, and don't even get me started on yard sales and flea markets. However I came up with a solution in the form of the gloves, stylish, sleek, all black leather, and the best part is that it was crafted by yours truly, and thankfully my power doesn't work on me. So long story short, I'm a

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