Post by Micah Sanders on Apr 19, 2009 2:46:08 GMT -7
Twelve years old and already I had established myself as a leader of evolutionary humans, mutants in other words called by normal humans. I tracked them down, gave them a chance to be protected and supported, in these times we are being hunted. Not just by people who are against us but also Sylar, someone who had transpired downwards into evil and killed others to gain their ability. My codename in the group was Rebel, and after talking to my aunt Tracy and let her know who I was, she had betrayed us, then saved us after realizing what she had done. Now, I was wandering again, Tracy had made a distraction for the rest of us. Now it was better to separate and head to the next point, being in a group would look too suspicious, and we had enough trouble as it was. Hefting the backpack better upon my shoulders, inside was my laptop, cellphone and other various bits and pieces which I kept with me at all times. A photo of my parents, my mothers necklace, my fathers medals.
Your probably thinking why a twelve year old is doing wandering, being a leader etc, by himself. Well, I'm a kid genius as others say, though I just love to learn and study and know facts. Plus, my parents are dead which was why they weren't with me. My father was shot and killed, being buried in Las Vegas. I missed him allot. The more recent death of my family was my mother. After my cousin Monica got kidnapped by some thugs, I had railed my mom into saving her, yet it lead us to a building. My mother saved Monica, but the building was on fire and then, the explosion. I'll never forget that noise, or the aftermath scene. And my mother? She was dead. It was hard to lose my father, but after my mom was gone, I felt so lost. She was like my best friend and she tried so hard to keep things right for us. I didn't care if we didn't have power or things other kids had, all I needed was her. We were a team, and now, she was gone.
Feeling my cheeks were wet, I hastily wiped my eyes on my sleeves, entering the graveyard where my parents were buried. Sniffling, I had to be brave, I carefully made my way through the rows before kneeling down at the two graves that I didn't ever think would be there until I was older. D.L Hawkins and Niki Sanders. I went to my dads grave first, saying a few things before moving over. Reaching out to touch my mothers gravestone, fingers running along her name, I sat down and got myself more comfortable. I'd be here for a while. "Mom, its me, Micah." I had done this with dad before so it was moms turn. "I miss you. Aunt Tracy is okay too, long story there." I chuckled slightly. "I'm still helping others with special abilities, its hard but worth it." What else could I say when all I wanted was to cry and stay with the graves even though they gave me little comfort? When all I wanted was to hug and talk to my parents one more time, to at least say a better goodbye? I was orphaned too young, I needed them, but I didn't have them. "I miss you." I repeated, feeling tears start to fall. I had been so strong before, but seeing their names and graves, broke me up a little.
Your probably thinking why a twelve year old is doing wandering, being a leader etc, by himself. Well, I'm a kid genius as others say, though I just love to learn and study and know facts. Plus, my parents are dead which was why they weren't with me. My father was shot and killed, being buried in Las Vegas. I missed him allot. The more recent death of my family was my mother. After my cousin Monica got kidnapped by some thugs, I had railed my mom into saving her, yet it lead us to a building. My mother saved Monica, but the building was on fire and then, the explosion. I'll never forget that noise, or the aftermath scene. And my mother? She was dead. It was hard to lose my father, but after my mom was gone, I felt so lost. She was like my best friend and she tried so hard to keep things right for us. I didn't care if we didn't have power or things other kids had, all I needed was her. We were a team, and now, she was gone.
Feeling my cheeks were wet, I hastily wiped my eyes on my sleeves, entering the graveyard where my parents were buried. Sniffling, I had to be brave, I carefully made my way through the rows before kneeling down at the two graves that I didn't ever think would be there until I was older. D.L Hawkins and Niki Sanders. I went to my dads grave first, saying a few things before moving over. Reaching out to touch my mothers gravestone, fingers running along her name, I sat down and got myself more comfortable. I'd be here for a while. "Mom, its me, Micah." I had done this with dad before so it was moms turn. "I miss you. Aunt Tracy is okay too, long story there." I chuckled slightly. "I'm still helping others with special abilities, its hard but worth it." What else could I say when all I wanted was to cry and stay with the graves even though they gave me little comfort? When all I wanted was to hug and talk to my parents one more time, to at least say a better goodbye? I was orphaned too young, I needed them, but I didn't have them. "I miss you." I repeated, feeling tears start to fall. I had been so strong before, but seeing their names and graves, broke me up a little.
