My Introduction to Annabelle
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
We live in a world where no one accepts us. We are different, therefore we are the outcasts. We are the freaks, the weirdos, the losers, the crazies, we are even called aliens sometimes. We were beat upon, prodded with needles, murdered, and chased, almost to the edge of extinction. Because of this we are forced to live in hiding, among the humans, and among other supernatural while replenishing our numbers, which is one thing I think we shouldn't do. Why do we need more kids with powers running around? Some call us gifted, but I call us cursed.
I am Lacey, I can make fire, spirit, and water follow my every will along with being able to read the moods of others. It may be a gift sometimes, but when you are being hunted for something you cannot control, it's definitely a curse. The hunters have hunted us ever since we came out to the humans about what we could do. When they find us, they don't hesitate to murder us. I have seen first hand, the emotionless slaughter of an innocent gifted family, which happened to be mine. I was only thirteen and my brother Luke who escaped, was twelve. We were hiding behind my dresser, when a hunter cut the throat of my mother, and another stabbed my father in the heart. Their face, and their eyes telling a story of a gaping black hole. An endless portal to nothing. I had ran out from behind the dresser to protect Luke, and I had been expecting to be murdered. Instead, they offered me something, that I now know is a betrayal. Safe haven, at the Hunters Headquarters. I accepted, not wanting to die, and what I found out, is that they only wanted me to find other gifted, and get them to come back to H.Q. Thats what they do now a days. They use us to hunt others, and then they kill us off. On the night they were going to kill me, Spirit, turned out to be a gift.
Dead gifted others that died on the table had came and attacked the hunters. Letting me run my way through the halls and out the door. Racing outside into the dark, I ran to our hiding spot. And it was that night, I learned to accept what I was, and how to use what I was, to survive.
This was something I just wrote while bored.