Longer chapter! Yay!

We're getting into some longer chapters today, kinda to make up for not updating the past couple days, partly because I got caught up writing.

Anyway, I suggest listening to Eye of the Tiger while reading the fight scene, it makes everything more awesome.

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Chapter 3

The man in the hazmat suit sat across the table from me.

The plastic view piece for his face was tinted black, so I couldn’t see anything.

“If you could please fill out the form, then we’ll be happy to let you into our colony.” He told me. His voice sounded like it belonged to an old man, tired and grated, as if he smoke too much.

“Should I be worried about the hazmat suit?” I asked

“Huh? ah... no. It just has to do with my power.”

I waited for him to elaborate, but instead he got up and left the office we were in.

It seems that this colony was in some kind of gated private school. It offered protection from mutants as there is only two roads going in and out of this place, and for some reason, mutants hate to leave previously civilized areas. They stuck to cities or town, but if they have to, they will occasionally leave onto roads.

From the window I could see people working on gardens, planting fruits and vegetables. There were also several people people using their abilities. One was raising dirt out of the ground, forming walls twenty feet tall, while another was using a flute on a couple of chickens, causing the four foot tall monsters to slowly walk towards a pen, as if hypnotized.

I sighed and looked down at the piece of paper, which was partially filled out for me.

Name: Dan

Date: 34 AV (After Virus)

Age:

Skills or working experience:

Where did you hear of Westwood colony?:

Ability:

How long have you had your ability?:

Health problems:

Family history of health problems:

Family currently alive and status:

I sighed, and started filling out the form

Name: Dan

Date: 34 AV (After Virus)

Age: 19

Skills or working experience:

Student

Where did you hear of Westwood colony?:

I was brought in

Ability:

Compulsion

How long have you had your ability?:

2 weeks

Health problems:

None

Family history of health problems:

None

Family currently alive and status:

Sister, age 16, no ability, separated before you found me.

I swear I’ll find you Becca, the only family I have left.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a black void, I could feel nothing, I could see nothing, I could hear nothing... until, after what seemed like hours, I could hear whispering.

I couldn’t make it out at first, but after a couple more minutes, the voices became clearer.

Worthless

Disappointment

Retard

Bitch

Idiot

Freak

All words spoken to me throughout my life. Spoken to me by my parents, my classmates, my friends. Everybody who I had thought was dear to me. Everybody who I had thought had cared about me. Everybody who is now either dead, or a mutant.

Their faces started circled me, taunting me.

“Why don’t you just go die?”

“You’re a waste of space, why do you even come to school?”

“What the hell are you doing over here you freak.”

“You’ll never be as smart as your brother”

“Who the hell is she?”

“That thing is Dan’s sister? She must be adopted”

“I don’t know why I ever expected anything out of her.”

Their voices started to collide, they started mixing, growing louder and louder with each passing second

“Shut up!” I screamed. I was shocked. What am I doing? I never spoke back. Trying to speak back just means bigger bruises, more cracks on my bones.

No wonder you’re weak.

What? Is that... Jasmine?

I’m not Jasmine. I’m a real Alpha. I’m somebody who is truly strong.

What do you mean?

But at least Jasmine isn’t as weak as you. You are nothing, you can barely keep yourself alive. To you, thriving is impossible. You’re weak.

Weak. That word struck through my heart, worse than any of the other words before it.

Weak. Is that what I am? Somebody to frail to stand up to others?

What does it matter if I get hurt. That’s part of life. Getting hurt by others is what it means to be human.

Then don’t be human.

What else is there?

Animal. Beast. Monster. Anything is better than the life you were living. Don’t let anybody else hurt us ever again.

Nobody else. No. More. Pain.

We won’t let anybody else hurt us again. We will be more. Better. We will be STRONG.

(AN: listen for best experience)

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When I opened my eyes, I saw Jasmine.

Cub, you are finally awake. When you are no longer so weak, we will finally strike Bobo together.

Weak... No. I’m not weak. Not anymore.

I studied Jasmine’s eyes, her ears, her voice.

Lies.

What?

You speak lies. Now I see you for what you truly are. A kitten too weak to fight her own battles. You are no Tiger. You are nothing more than a cub.

How dare you! I am a mighty Alpha! A being above all others! You are nothing more than a child, reveling in her first kill and daring to challenge those above her!

Weak...

Jasmine stood and a roar of hate and malice filled the air.

Fine then child. I will rip you limb from limb right here if that is what you wish!

Her muscles bulged, her claws elongated. Her previous twelve feet seemed to grow, making her bigger and stronger.

She leaped for me, but I was already gone. My Ability had activated, slowing everything down. Not as much as before with my fight against the rabbit, but that didn’t matter. This was enough.

I sidestepped her leap, making her miss by mere inches. Her huge claws swiped at a boulder behind where I previously was, slicing it in half.

I grinned. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for all of my life. This is something that truly gets my blood boiling. This is a fight to the death.

Jasmine whirls around so that she faces me once again.

You may have your own Alpha ability, but do not doubt the strength of others.

Jasmine opened her mouth, and soon white flames shot out, engulfing the place that I was standing just moments ago. The tree she hit had completely disintegrated. Nothing left.

If I hadn’t dodged, I would’ve been dead.

Deciding not to hesitate even one more second than necessary, I leaped forward, my claws extending to six inches.

I expertly aimed for her jugular, It was huge, a giant target for me so that I can strike my final and only shot.

As soon as my claws hit Jasmine’s fur, they bounced off like it was made of steel.This left me in midair, ripe for the picking.

I’ve got you now!

Jasmine pointed her mouth towards me and let loose another pure white flame.

Fuck!

I twirled in midair, making sure that my ankle length red hair covered me completely.

Stronger! Tougher! I focused on my hair. Strong as steel, flexible as water.

When the fire hit me, my hair absorbed most of the heat, causing it to smolder. However, not all of the fire was blocked by my hair. By back was heavily burned, causing my pale skin to turn into a bloody mess.

I roared in defiance. When I hit the ground, I found myself on two feet. My back burned, the pain radiating throughout my body. The weakness of my alpha ability became apparent to me. I suffered through all the pain I recieved many times longer than normal.

Jasmine’s fur is too strong. The throat won’t work. The belly won’t work. That leaves only two choices.

Don’t let her recuperate! I shot myself towards Jasmine’s face, shock apparent on her features.

She didn’t expect me to survive that blast.

I slashed her nose as I passed it. No, I can’t do enough damage that way.

I targeted her eyes, and latched on, digging in.

Jasmine roared in pain.

Stop! Please!

I ignored her, I just continued to dig and dig until I reached her brain. Within seconds, the being who I thought was my mentor and friend had died, leaving only a husk of meat and bones.

I slumped down, covered in blood and brain matter.

She would have killed us.

The voice in my head, so it’s real.

“Who are you?”

I am you. I am the part of yourself that is a beast. An alpha.

Guilt suddenly racked my body. Why did I do this? What is the point of all this violence?

To survive. To survive means to kill, and to kill means to survive.

Suddenly, the conversation Jasmine had with herself entered my mind. Her plans to kill me. She never planned on helping me, she only used me. Like everybody else in my life.

“What should I do now?” I asked the voice.

Consume, heal, return to pack.

“Pack?”

Family. Dan.

I suddenly remember the only person who was ever nice to me in my life. Dan. When will I find him?

But first, eat. Battle makes you hungry, healing makes you hungry. Eat good meat, absorb strength.

Right... Eat. Consume. Feast.

I dug in.

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Hey guys! Fairksy here!

First off, here's what I was thinking about for the hazmat suit

http://www.protectivesystems.saint-gobain.com/news_detail.aspx?id=241102

Kinda like this but with a tinted view.

Also, I write everything in google docs cause the rr writing thing sucks, and so when I copy paste everything over, I have to manually bold and italicize all the conversations. So annoying!