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Extraordinary; My nano, or 1 month in Hell
Topic Started: Monday, 31. October 2011, 22:32 (139 Views)
Frezon
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Ok then, this is the project that will consume my brain for the next month. It’s a sci-fi story set after the apocalypse in 2012 where all the survivors have evolved superhuman powers. Ignore the clichéd storyline. Just absorb the 50000 words.

Here’s a guide to the main characters. If I make any more I’ll put them here.
Katelyn (aka Katie)- fire manipulation and creation, my main character, an orphan
The old woman- telepathy, illusions, the creepy old lady organizing Hidden
Mr. Jones- telekinesis
Alex- electricity, pretty spazzy, Katie’s love interest
David- speed, leader of Hidden
So first chapter should be up tomorrow. Just keep in mind I may not write this in order, so what’s chapter 9 one day may be chapter 14 the next.
Kyrie eleison
You hear about that thing down in Samothrace?
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Frezon
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so i'll be splitting this up in smallish sections. cuz posting 2000 words per post is just way too much

Many good stories start with a giant explosion, so this one will too. Specifically, an explosion which destroyed a small suburban house, which happened to be the last on the ruined street. Out of the resulting explosion emerged a small teenage girl, who, despite the fires surrounding her, was doing quite fine, apart from the whole running from a burning building thing. She was about 5 feet, 7 inches tall, had brown curly hair, hazel eyes, and was named Katelyn, normally shortened to Katie.

As one would imagine, Katie was not, under anyone’s interpretation of the word, a normal girl. First, she was running from a burning building while most girls her age would be out shopping. Second, she was an orphan, which most people again, are not. And finally, she could control and create fire.
Katie spun around, sending fireballs back at the house, but whoever or whatever she was sending them at was either nonexistent or completely incinerated in the inferno. Katie stood in one spot for a few minutes, waiting with her hand pointed towards the building, read to shoot more fire at anyone who emerged. After a few minutes, Katie was satisfied that her friend in the fire had been extinguished himself, and turned around, jogging towards anywhere but there.

Katie sat at the side of a river, watching as random leaves floated down it. Though it was not a good idea to sit still for any period of time in this world, Katie had to rest after jogging fro about 3 hours until she was satisfied that no one else was tracking her or had followed her from the blaze she had made. The thugs of this world were even nastier than those of the old one, with far more resources, less restrictions, and superpowers, which always put a damper on an otherwise fun and quaint day. Like many times before, Katie wondered just why she had only seen assorted scum on the roads, and even them not that often. One would assume that in the year following the apocalypse that any and all would be out scavenging, regardless of their moral inhibitions. Yet since that fateful day, Katie had seen very few people, and all of them unfriendly. And these were not even organized gangs of people, they were just random two or threesomes, and the occasional lone nutjob who Katie avoided like the plague. The only thing worse than a demented crook chasing after you with superpowers was an actual nutjob with them following you like a hound on a scent.

Even so, Katie was always taking precautions, hiding in forests, taking back roads (which, ironically, were safer now then they were before the end times began), and staying out of sight. She slept cold many nights, despite being able to conjure fire with a thought, as using her abilities might attract people to her, and she didn’t want to risk the smoke being seen by others. Especially those she had just been thinking about. She had contemplated making signal fires multiple times, to see if there were any other friendly survivors, but dismissed the idea as foolish, as the only ones it would attract would be the scum of the area. Any decent person would either think the fires were a trap laid by the scum, or know that it would simply attract all the scum in the area. So Katie rarely made fires, keeping to shadows and staying hidden. She had learned the hard way what would happen if you didn’t.
You hear about that thing down in Samothrace?
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