SUPERNATURAL WORLD

"Ugh! Bloody hell is this headache" What in the world is this? A whole ass movie just played in front of me.

About an autistic, albino and highly gifted supernatural girl with a rare ability. She was a rich corporate head's daughter but not really loved. Her mother sorta died after she gave birth to her and her whole dipshit family just neglected her meaning they blamed her. I don't get it, how the hell is she related? Shouldn't they be blaming god or perhaps the doctor who couldn't save her.

She was known to be the disgrace of the family. To make things worse, after her mother died... her jerk father brought in another wife with her own son. And he's lying to other people that the kid (older than the pitiful girl) is from a previous relationship of that woman. That's not the case... well yada yada... you get the idea. Now her powers were found at the age of 16, which only her family knows about. He supposedly loves his other son quite a lot and wants to make him the guild master but he can't because he is only A grade which is average.

He also has other children(3more) who have higher rank than him and only the highest rank one is supposed to be named as Guild master. So instead of nourishing and coaxing her now... he chose to imprison her in some science laboratory where scientists were trying to find how to extract power from her and transfer it to her stepbrother. It's already been 2 years. I am actually starting to wonder whether that mother's death was normal.

Right! About the freaking world, this world somehow got dungeons opening on earth out of nowhere, maybe the god had some beef with humans. The problem started when monsters (they were killing humans) started coming out of them. They had to kill them using military forces but that was also proving to be difficult. Not only that, a strange foreign energy called mana started circulating in the air, which somehow evolved humans into supernaturals.

These supernaturals were the ones who later fought off the monsters. After more research it was found that the monsters only come out after a certain amount of time. So they told, the dungeons had time limits, and further investigation said that you had to finish off the dungeon boss to completely conquer the dungeon. It also had loot, which could enhance the supernatural abilities.

So people started collecting them and even selling them. That is when guilds ( groups of supernaturals working together) were introduced. More and more people made guilds to conquer the dungeons, that is when even big corporations thought to make their own guilds too.

Now about the abilities, they vary from literally anything to everything like manipulating speed, jumping, strength, shape shifting bla bla bla... basically like superheroes. Now! The most rare ones were the elemental ones.

Water

Fire

Wind

Earth (land)

The reason why elements were rare was because you had the ability to manipulate mother earth herself, which is no freaking joke. That's why elementals ( people who can use elements) were considered as godly and most prestigious ones. Even among elementals the most less ones were earth gifted elementals. Ohh one more thing, why the hell is this so long?

They also categorised the powers of the supernaturals.

SSS- God tier, rarity

SS- Angel tier... umm less powerful.

S- Talented tier- more less powerful.

A- OK tier- Average

B- Ehhh... tier- Duh! Below average

C-Ugh tier- Crummy!

D- Dear oh Dear tier- basically near normal humans.

Here too... S ones are considered as acceptable ranks, and even among them SSS one is the most rare one. I have already given you so many hints, you should already have an idea who I am? My rank and ability? If you don't, there's nothing I can do.

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Not a very pleasant experience. I felt weak. These restraints almost made me lose sensation in my limbs. I tried breaking free but my efforts were futile. I looked around from what seemed like a glass capsule. I was the only one there.click. Did I just have to gain consciousness to break free from these? Doesn't seem like something worth the situation here. As my capsule opened, white light from the ceilings almost had me blind for a minute.

I made my way out of the capsule;rubbing my eyes, trying to get a clear view of my surroundings. I didn't feel dazzled. The place felt home as I found myself heading towards the door.

The room was filled with all sorts of machines; It almost had me reminisce the way I felt when I entered the operation theatre for the first time during internship.This wasn't just normal tech though. I opened the door to find a switch for the lift. I entered the lift, my hands seeking support for the handrails every now and then. I glanced back to see a full length mirror on the wall behind me. Did I print myself the wrong way? It took me a while to fully process the way I looked. I looked the same. Only white, albino; explains my vision.first floor.

From a distance I could hear the clattering of plates. I glanced a look through the window in the hall.dinner.

"Tony, stop playing and have your dinner honey."

A family I was part of? I was hungry but too weak to make my way to the dine. As I walked down the hall I glanced at pictures of happy family. I was sitting in dad's lap-happy. If I could ever revisit my memories during my lifetime I'd love to head back to middle school. Before any of that started. Suddenly the kid-Tony looked through the window and noticed me, he got up and quickly made his way out of the dining room. He stood in front of me.

NAME: TONY NOVAK

AGE: 20

RANK: A

ABILITY: SPEED

Am I supposed to be viewing this? My doubt cleared up the next second thanks to the kid.

"You freak! What are you doing here?"

He was about 4 feet tall,maybe a preteen smooth brown hair combed neatly into a half bun revealing his bluish green eyes and chubby face. Luckily his looks didn't harmonise with his words or I would've pulled his cheeks so hard he'd remember. But I knew it wasn't worth it, I don't want to stoop down to his level. I ignored him as though he didn't exist and walked past him. He immediately used his speed and grabbed my wrist.

"Did you just ignore me? How dare you? You only exist for me, your powers are going to be mine." He was tightened his grip around my wrist. cliché.

Allow me to tell you that was my last straw.

I turned my head towards him and our eyes met. There was this unusual warmth forming in my heart and something once again appeared in front of me in written 3D form.

Earth element- activated.

My eyes started beaming with an emerald hue. I glared into his bluish green eyes. The kid remained in dismay as he looked into my eyes. Then from the solid granite ground, a wine sprung up and thrusted him towards the opposite wall at the end of the hallway. I stood there rubbing my reddened wrist with a sigh.

Give me a rest will you? He fell onto the ground,coughing,his eyes red with anger and embarrassment. These kinds of sibling fights seemed normal here. Just then I heard a scream from the dining hall and a woman in her early thirties came out of the room.

Her brown hair- the same as her son and she too had green eyes but lemme tell you they weren't the same as mine. At least I think she might not be my biological mother(like I said my vision was not all that great due to the lack of melanin in my eyes). Stepmother.

She stared at me so hard I was expecting a laser from her eyes,thankfully all I received were her lousy third rate cuss words. She rushed towards her son,brushing off the dirt on his clothes and helping him back on his feet.

NAME: AMELIA NOVAK

AGE: 33

RANK: D

ABILITY: CHARM

I knew charm could come off as an ability. Just not an actual one. She carefully escorted her son to the dine, glaring at me. I knew I had to follow them to the dine. I just wished for a nap, ugh. I moved a few blocks and stood at the entrance of the dine,looking into the room making eye contact with my dad.

"Honey! Look at what she has done to our son. She is not treating me or her brother right. She is disrespecting me and her older brother like this. Don't you think you should give her a talk?"

I heard a sigh and a man with a bulky-toned high maintenance body probably in his fifties walked out of the dining room. He had dark brown hair-his grey hair sticking out from the sides. He squinted his eyes while staring at me as though in disgust. He made a gesture asking me to follow him. I had to talk with this guy anyway.

NAME: ARTHUR NOVAK

AGE: 54

RANK: SS

ABILITY: LIGHTNING

I followed behind him as he guided me once again to the lift. He pressed the 10th floor and we were once again moving upwards and I was feeling sick to the stomach. Ugh! The glass doors opened and I was led into another slightly dim lighted room.

The room looked so classy as though it were from a movie set-the entire room painted in combinations of black and white. The room was very huge. There was a huge portrait of a beautiful woman with blonde hair and eyes that resembled mine. I almost fell for the warm look in her eyes.Mom.

In other portraits there were three other children as well as him. I could still make out the best from my surroundings. I need my contacts. I noticed one thing, there was no snow head in them. He went and sat on a black sofa and stared at me. I was still quite in awe. He gave off the feel of a perfect CEO which he is by the way.

I went and sat in front of him. The more I looked at the room the more I felt, he doesn't really have all that much affection for those two. Before he could say anything, I chose to.

"I will kill her"

I said tenaciously, locking contact with his eyes. He rose from the sofa, bearing the usual indifferent look in his eyes, fixating on the clock behind me. He then slowly walked towards the coffee counter carrying the mug he had grabbed from the table,

"Must be tired" he said nonchalantly.

He turned on the machine- the smell of coffee filling the room, giving back the room its essence it always owned.Coffee is cool but I need answers old man I thought as I made myself comfortable on the sofa, resting my mind and leaning myself against the hand rest. As he made his way back to the sofa he placed a mug in front of me seating himself with his hands crossed on the sofa.

"That woman you are using as a substitute for my mom. I know what you have done in the past. That so-called stepson of yours." This time, his blue eyes were shining as though ready to zap me. My eyes also glowed, and a wall of thick soil formed in front of me in defence. It absorbed the lightning. I could hear him stuttering,

"You!"

The wall broke down and fell to the ground, then disappeared.

"I don't care what shit you're going through. But that doesn't mean I should be the one paying its price. You are responsible for your actions, you couldn't handle drinks though very aware of your low tolerance, and then 'Tony happened'. Is it my fault? Then because of your guilt, 'I happened'. You knew Mom couldn't handle another pregnancy. Even if this wasn't your intention, you know it, it's your fault. You just couldn't accept that you lost Mom during my birth.

I was too much of an imperfect child towards whom you throw all blame. I know you and I never shared a common ground but if you want to keep her from running, then just threaten her like you always do with me, you don't need to make that stupid son of hers, the guild master. He will bring you to ruin, not that I care. She's practically homeless, she has nowhere to go if you abandon her."

Somebody might as well award him for keeping that poker face through the entire time I tried to have a conversation. He just stared at me while I gave him a bored look.

"How do you know all this?" his words filled with rage ; not that they were ever filled with warmth."

"Does it matter?"

"It does to me"

"As a matter of fact, it doesn't to me. But what does concern me, is that I no longer wish to live in this hell hole. Buy me a luxurious apartment far away from this place. I need a debit and a credit card."

"And why must I grant that ?"

"Your woman's countdown starts-"

"How can you speak with such disrespect to your father?"

"I may be close to being blind but thank the Gods I'm not stupid. Just because I'm your offspring doesn't make you my father. Fostering does, which you've never done. Not only you, the whole family has never done it. I've never considered y'all my family. You might read 'how to make a million' books and I still don't comprehend to what extent they ever made sense. Give respect, take respect; APJ Abdul Kalam. Respect is for those that deserve and you of all people don't."

"What if I threaten you the same way you suggested before"

"I don't retreat before a fight. You know it, I am stronger than you. mercilessly strong" This time a smirk on my face.

"You! Just when did you recover from autism huh?".

"That doesn't concern you, old man". His rage slowly subsided and I walked towards the lift rubbing my wrists. Damn restraints.

"Get it ready by tomorrow. I will come wherever you are to get my things, so don't even think of avoiding me."

I walked to the elevator and clicked the button. It opened instantly and I went inside. It's almost surprising how easily it was done. I have a feeling this guy was already breaking apart. The guy may look tough on the outside, as a matter of fact even back then it was my mom helping him stay earthed . At Least that is what I thought when I heard his sigh before.

This whole time his gaze never left me and he still had that pained look in his eyes. Does he expect me to comfort him? He needed a reality check anyways. Still, I wonder, Was I too cruel? My mind remained unsettled until the very end but I chose to ignore it. I once again looked at my reflection in the mirror, my hands once again seeking support against the handrails. Extremely white, haggard, thin, malnourished. My stats.

NAME: NISA NOVAK

AGE: 18

RANK: SSS

ABILITY: EARTH ELEMENT

Wait a sec, where is my room? Oh god, there are so many floors here. Can I command this 3D visualisation system? I asked to locate my room and received an instant reply.It pointed towards the eleventh floor. I was wondering why there were an odd number of floors. So is that specifically for me? I suppose this is not so bad or at least that was what I thought until the doors opened.

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