Chapter 1: Born

"Citizens, pay attention! Please evacuate the city as soon as possible." A purple sky with lighting all around the city destroying buildings. "HELP...HELP...PLEASE HELP ME!" The people shouted, on that day of the massacre, a pregnant woman screamed in the hospital, Hundreds of people were screaming. "There is nothing to be afraid of; the police will arrive soon, so start looking for shelter." The Major informing those who fled. Cars were destroyed, and children were abandoned by their parents, who were running and didn't care about anyone. "Martha, please stay with us; we will start your pregnancy right away!" The doctor spoke with Martha, a pregnant woman in the hospital.

While people were running, the sky appeared to have a timer counting down from 100. "Doctor, please leave me alone and run away from here once you've taken the baby out." Martha was coughing so weakly and nearly having a heart attack. When the doctor looked at her, he knew she wasn't going to make it. But he didn't want to break the bad news to her. "Shall we begin?" I'm not sure where I am. Is this my mother's stomach? When I looked back, looked like I was a young boy, I saw a woman lying there unconscious after someone grabbed my hands and started running. "I'm sorry for your loss, but we had to evacuate." I was in disbelief as he said those Words. Mother, it was my mother, I thought.

When the timer reached 10 seconds, people began to cry on the streets; some were homeless, while others gave up and admitted their death. 5,4,3,2,1. Lines of various colors dropped and hit each and every person, including the person I had grabbed onto. However His aura began to turn green, and everyone outside began to change colors. Purple, red, blue, and even colors with a unique pattern. Every human being was unique; they all possessed a virus, a rare substance that granted them supernatural abilities. But now that I've been born, I'm wondering what kind of substance I have. I haven't even turned one month old and can communicate more fluently than any other human being.

I stepped off the person's shoulder and pretended I didn't understand English. "Dada okay," I said, my eyes fixed on him. He then looked up at me while picking me up on his shoulder again. I could almost feel his aura, which was definitely some type of healing and scent care, but I couldn't be sure. When the sky finally turned blue again and everything was over, the doctor who was caring for me took me to an adoption center. When he arrived at the adoption center, he lifted me off his shoulders. "Hey, I'm here to drop off a child whose mother has died," the doctor said, sighing.

He appeared to have just emerged from the garbage can. The cashier raised her hand to grab me and place me in the baby's bed. "What the fuck is she doing?" I wondered. "This bed is not comfortable at all." "Thank you, sir; the baby is now safe in our care." That hag, thinking he can just drop me off at an Adoption Center and walk away. I wish I could have a family. After about 30 days, not a single family wanted to adopt me. Can't they see I'm kind of cute? What can I say, all babies at this age look the same. I've just spent three years standing in my fucking uncomfortable bed.

Finally, after three years, a family arrived; I was three years old, and my face looked more like a human being than the squishy face I had as a baby. This family included a sister, a mother, and a father. Man, I wish I could hug that mom, she's so pretty; the sister, on the other hand, was kind of cute as well; she appeared to be around 7 years old, so about 4 years older than me, which isn't a big difference. Both of my parents appeared to be in their mid-twenties, very young. "Hey, we're looking for a boy to adopt; do you have any?" The man expressed himself solemnly.

The man was gentle and appeared to be a real father. "Um, yeah, we only have one boy, sorry." said the cashier. I began waving my hand to get their attention in the hopes of being adopted. "May I please go see him?" he asked politely "He's right around the corner, follow me," as they began to follow the cashier. I sighed, hoping to get out of this fucking place. The parents approached me, and I hoped that they would adopt him. The man and his mother appeared to be very happy and excited. "This one will satisfy." The man talked to the cashier about the baby and his previous relationship for a while, but the cashier had no intention of knowing.