Chapter 1: The Beginning
My name is Idda Jones and I am a cop. I am fifteen and have a gift that helps just about anything and anyone. For example, I can help solve crimes with out having to interogate them. You see, I am a mind reader. I live in a small town called Trenton in Ontario, Canada. My name was Olivia Mason. I was an only child who never knew her biological father. Let alone that he had strange but powerful gifts. My mother figured out I had a gift when I was five and I kept telling her things she only knew. For my safety she kept my gift a secret from almost everyone
She home schooled me to make sure I would be safe from people abusing my gift. When I was thirteen everything change. We had lost a lot of money to the tax collectors and we were just about to lose the house when they came. They told her she would be paid a hundred thousand dollars just for her child. She told them to come back in five days, they left with smiles on their faces. I begged every moment I could for those next five long days for her not to give me up. By the fifth day I knew she had made up her mind and I was afraid to know what she had chosen. They came back and she made a decision I would never forget. I found my self being loaded into a black SUV with a bunch of huge men and watching my small house fade away into the woods to never see my mother again. She was just about to lose everything except she lost the one thing she loved the most, her child. I guess her love for me wasn’t enough when compared to her love of money.
My family from then on became two boys, Jess and Star. Two years later a little girl named Alissa was welcomed into the family. We had to change our names to keep identities safe. Our nicknames became our identities and our old lives became forgotten. The records were lost or thrown out by the government of whom our old selves were. We lost the people we loved, hated and cherished. You realize once you lose people that they meant more than you realize, even your enemies.
Instead we became lab rats. People watching our every move while they tested our strengths, weaknesses and what made us mad. We went from normal to freaks all in a matter of one moment. The horrible moment our parents said yes to the government.
One thing we all learned is you can’t trust everyone and sometimes we have to lose things to gain things.
We are what they call Invisibles. We are people with special gifts or powers. People, who move faster, see things farther and heal almost instantly. We are from a long line of powerful people. A race combined of witches, vampires and werewolves.
As I said, my name is now Idda Jones. I am a cop who is fifteen and also a mind reader. Call me crazy, believe me or not but this is my life and my struggles to get alive. To everything imagined there is a hint of reality, or else how would we have thought of it.
Idda Jones, a freak like none other.
Chapter 2: Just Another Day
I grabbed the closest golf cart to me. I began to drive towards the house that had been built for the four of us. I could not help but to smile at the soldiers that jogged by. I couldn’t help but to giggle as they tried not to gawk at me. I don’t blame them. Not to come off as self-centered but men became speechless and women were always jealous of me
I had onyx black hair, blue eyes with gold rings around the pupil and pale skin. I had the perfect combination of freckles on my nose and cheeks. I had an amazing completion and thin 5’11 figure with curves in all the right places. Most people could not help but stare at me.
We all looked like that though so we just thought it was normal. Nothing about us was normal thought; we knew that. We were beautiful. We walked gracefully and talked with wisdom in our voices as if we were a hundred years old. We had the grace and balance of a yoga master. We could fight better than most trained men. People were jealous, we couldn’t help it we looked like this. It was just a part of our race.
Some people believed we were angels and others believed Satan himself gave us these gifts to make everyone else look bad. We had never felt normal though, so it did not matter what anyone else thought. I’m not religious but most days I think we were touched by a higher presence. Other days I think we were Satan’s little pets roaming the Earth just waiting for trouble to find us.
That was our lives. Almost getting killed each moment of the day in the real world. Now I was glad sometimes that the government took me in. The caged in area I sometimes called prison sheltered and fed me, keeping me from the real dangers that lied outside the barbed wire fence. I watched the buildings blur by and the soldiers at work, I remembered what it used to be like. The pain and secrets I used to have to hide.
I don't have a perfect past by far. It was messy and many people I loved died because of me. Of course not many people know that because I silenced them before they could tell anyone anything. It’s a secret I’ve had to keep for many years now. A horrible, dark and twisted past that I have barely told. If I did they usually ended up dead in the next few days.
I had been trying to keep my past hidden. I covered my tracks to make sure no one found out. When I had been enrolled with the governement I made sure they only had one copy left of my past for reference. I didn’t know that my past would come back to bite me in the ass. I realize now that you can’t hide the truth, it only causes problems for yourself and everyone around you.
, as I said eariler it has helped me a lot . Glad you like it.
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