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…
everyone was confused. Humanity was at a tipping point it seemed, and eventually the Supers pushed back. They banded together under one name, Equilibrium, claiming to be the future of humanity. Their movement started small, most of the world was willing to consider them petty terrorists and give them a wide berth. But secretly they began amassing an army, a network, one that spread to major cities and countries across the globe. They had humanity in the palm of their hands, and humanity was none the wiser. Seemingly overnight nations began to fall. Equilibrium struck out and crippled the humans. Countries fell one by one, toppled by the Supers. What they lacked in numbers, they made up for in sheer ingenuity and raw power. The minor nuisance that was playing in the backyard was all of a sudden breaking down their doors. They were relentless in their conquest, making for themselves major footholds in countries around the world. They set up shop in Western Europe, toppling governments and establishing their own. They spread through Africa, quickly taking many of the countries there too. Even a few states in the U.S. found themselves occupied by the Supers. They were becoming a power, and for the first time in a history, humanity was threatened. Humanity gathered together to face this new threat. Together the remaining countries formed the Union for Humanity. The war waged on for months, with neither side showing any sign of breaking. The casualties mounted higher and higher, both sides mourning their dead, but neither giving ground. But both knew that with no end in sight, one side would have to step down. The Supers were the first to give, hoping that their sign of good will would be enough to stem some of the hatred and buy them some good will of their own. And it worked, the leaders of both sides called a ceasefire, a momentary truce. The two sides met in a neutral location, Greenland, and the accords were struck. They reached an agreement, albeit an uneasy one, the Supers were allowed their freedom, the freedom to live a life of their own, to love who they will, and to be free. To an extent, but they were owned by the government, forced to work for them in whatever way they saw fit to use their talents. At the age of eighteen all supers are required to apply for a license and attempt to hire on with the state, however there are some who refused to live under the Union. There's only whispers of these Supers, some say that the rebellion is just a myth, others say that they're the dying remnants of the original rebellion, either way, apparently they're fighting to start another war, one that ends with the Supers in control. But not all of us want that, some of us just want to be accepted, to coexist with the "normal humans". There are those of us that want to prove that we're more than just second class citizens, and with time, we might finally find a home in society. My name is Liam O'Conners, ID Number: 32678, and I am a super. At the age of eighteen I was signed into law enforcement, the investigative division. We handle just about any case that comes our way, but we specialize in things like homicide and missing persons, that is, myself and my partner, Cheska Wilcox. She's a human of course, Union policy, "One of them, One of us", it's supposed to keep both sides honest. She's a nice girl, a super sympathizer, and for the most part she's content to let me lead our investigations. I was born with a very unique ability, I can see the history of any object I touch, where it's been, who's touched it, all in all one of the less dangerous abilities to have. It's quite a handy power to have in my line of work though, never had a case I couldn't solve with ease, that is until now. I woke up to the sound of some new age techno junk playing on my alarm. Flailing my arm towards my bedside table, I slapped the clock once to stop it, I couldn't stand that crap. Sounds like something Cheska would listen to on patrol, ick. I'd rather have some Maroon 5 or Linkin Park any day, but then again I've always been a sucker for the classics. If I could have lived a hundred and twenty years ago, that would have been bliss. I shook myself from my stupor and dragged myself out of bed, noting the laundry building up under my window sill and then directing my gaze out the window. A groan escaped me that must have sounded somewhere between a dying goat and a mummy. The sun wasn't even out, and yet I'm supposed to be at the station in an hour?
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
genius. After an appropriate amount of time spent admiring my own genius, I remembered myself and thought it best to prepare for work, Cheska would doubtlessly be making her arrival soon. My partner is nothing if not punctual. I gave a smirk and looked myself over in a mirror, I never thought I was the greatest looking guy, short-ish, not really stocky, green-yellow eyes, bronze sort of hair and a thin goatee, and about as pale as they come. All in all I was your average looking ginger, but what I lacked in dashingly good looks, I certainly made up for in charisma and charm. My self-reflection was soon interrupted by an angry sounding honk outside my house. I ran my hands through my hair and sighed, time to get to work. The ride to the scene was uneventful, I sipped my coffee in silence, I don't even like coffee. In fact coffee is one of my most hated things, it's disturbingly deceptive, it smells wonderful and sounds like a great idea, but no matter what I put into it, it just tastes like dirt. And so I have made it my personal mission to find the perfect cup of coffee. Frowning down at my cup I decided to cross vanilla cheesecake off my list, and what a shame it is, I had such high hopes for that one. Cheska saw me frowning and immediately started laughing at me, being one of the disbelievers in my hunt for the ultimate coffee. I tossed a wadded up napkin at her, "I'll show you all! I shall find the sweetest and best coffee in all the land!" She continued to laugh and stuck out her tongue in my direction, "Hey watch it O'Reilly, I'll turn this car around." I pursed my lips at her and raised an eyebrow. "O'Reilly?". She smiled wide, seemingly proud of herself, "Relax, I know your name. But it's not as fun to say with an Irish brogue now is it?" I reached over and tussled her blonde curls, "Keep this up and I'll make you file my reports for the week, again." She raised her finger to object, but was abruptly cut off by the sound of the onboard speakers crackling to life. Captain Kireena's voice came through, "Liam, Cheska, we've got a murder off Main and Third, get over there and checks things out, this ones interesting." Cheska immediately went blank, her face becoming a mask, she always got like this on a job, it really put a damper on all the fun. I sighed and leaned my head against the window, I suppose we'd just have to resume the search for the perfect coffee at a later occasion. My stomach was already churning, murder was my least favourite crime. Murder and bad coffee, and the sun still wasn't even out. This was going to be a long day.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
I slowly ripped back the brown packing tape sealing the box. I reached inside the box and pulled out the first object I touched. It was his pocket knife. His lucky pocket knife. No note. No sentimental letter informing me of his grand-parental love for me. Just a pocket knife and packing peanuts. I sat in the corner running my finger across the synthetic shiny wood, the somber air crashed around me, people were crying, but I just sat in that
“Ah! Somebody call the police this guy just stole my purse!” a random woman screamed. As I remembered, my cousin works for the police at Pembroke Pines, so I called her and told her to come very fast; there was burglary going on. She got the there in less than a second. Everything happened very quickly; she got the burglar and gave the woman her purse back.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
As I walked in to their bedroom, I found my mother sitting on the bed, weeping quietly, while my father lay on the bed in a near unconscious state. This sight shocked me, I had seen my father sick before, but by the reaction of my mother and the deathly look on my father’s face I knew that something was seriously wrong.
As I walk into Hazen and begin my high school journey I think to myself what I want to accomplish when I leave. Hazen is like the older sister I never had, someone who you hate occasionally, but look up to and pushes you to achieve your personal goals. As I walk through those Highlander doors I was immediately surrounded by the brightest minds, talent, and innovative bunch of my generation. Each one unique and each one having something special to offer, and I soon realized that I want to leave high school like I was never leaving. By making the most out of my high school experience I want to gain maturity and the satisfaction of knowing I made a difference in my school and community. By becoming a member of the National
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Today i will be writing a personal narrative about an incident that changed my life. I will be talking about the time I flew over 3,000 miles to Alaska. Around the beginning of last summer my grandparents told me I was going to be going to Alaska on a cruise. In early June of last year was probably one of scariest moments of my life! I flew on a plane for the first time. The day of the flight was pretty scary; between being in an airport and going through security to actually flying on a plane! Once we got in the air I was able to relax and actually enjoy the flight. Being in the clouds and being able to look out over the earth was amazing. i'm glad i could have the experience of being on a plane with my family. We flew into Seattle which was fun because we went shopping and went to a really nice restaurant and then boarded a cruise ship that would take us through Alaska.
Large red and blue mats cover the floor. Thin black nets come down from the ceiling and latch onto the ground, separating one court from another. All the noises are blocked out, except the noise from the pounding of my own heart, sounding like a drum, beating rhythmically. I begin to feel shivers up my spine and my Mom seemed to have sensed my nervousness. "No need to be worried, Alyssa. You'll play excellent, just relax", she said with a nice, delicate voice. I take deep breath to regain my focus, and I reply, "Mom, I don't even know these people; I'm certain that they won't let me play by hogging the ball, or I'll just fail overall." I thought this over multiple times due to the fact that I was new to this volleyball team. I was unsure of how well we were going to play together as a team or how well I was going to converse with them.
Melanie woke up with nothing other than research on her mind. She knew that her last name was Easton and so was her mother's. What she didn't know was if that was her mother’s married name, or for that matter, if her mother had ever been married.
This is a personal story to me, to understand this story we will have to start at from beginning. I hope you enjoy this story and it is both entertaining and heartwarming to you as I am sharing a personal event in my life. Join me on this journey of discovery as I unveil one of the darker mysteries in my life.
You would think that having four jobs in the family would be able to support the three of us, but apparently not. As I see my sister enter the surgical facility, I contemplate all that we have lost this last week to save her life. It cost me my two hands and a leg. And my mom, well, her forest green eyes are now in some rich guys head. It's still a little unsettling seeing her with two red spheres in her eye sockets, instead of the shade that always reminded me of the first days of spring. My mom already sold her heart last year when we were far behind on rent. She claims she couldn’t even feel the plastic. At least if she avoids mirrors she can pretend not to be a Fake.