I come from a family not of nobility. Still, that doesn't mean we're not ordinary people. We are one of the most known families in the country. The kind you hear about in history classes or perhaps in a discussion of the ideal fictional hero. And maybe that's exactly what we are. Fictional, unreal. My parents, my sister, and even my three brothers share one thing in common that I don't. They're all heroes. Well known in fact, each possessing a different ability. I wasn't born with anything special like them. Not fire like my sister, or Ice like my father, or any other ability like that for that matter. My cursed ability was that to read minds with only three drawbacks. It' be best if i spoke about those another time though. My brothers are especially respected, and perhaps even the most powerful heroes of them all. I no longer see them often as they are always gone fighting villains. It's really lonely here. I Don't think my family really likes to stay home watching over me. I wouldn't want to either. Just because they're heroes doesn't mean they're good though.
Being born 16 years ago A new system had gone in affect. A drug of sorts. Once injected into the blood stream via inner arm; the person with the shot would have pure white blood like snow. Any children they have or eve there children would carry this. For every sin committed your blood would turn darker and darker. There is no way to change that. That's what makes heroes flawless. They abuse the drug. Usually only one dose should be used for your entire life and existence but if you have the money and are well known there is one way to change the color of your blood. To take the drug once more to turn the blood fresh as snow. So that's exactly what my parents did. When I was 7-years-old mother got mad at me for being in the wrong room at the wrong time. It was in that moment I saw the true color of her blood. She had thrown a vase at me but despite the cuts on my arms and legs and how far away she was, she still got nicked by a shard. The color of her blood didn't match that of a hero's. For her blood was a dark crimson similar to a red lily or rose.
She had looked at me with her cruel eyes filled with disgust.
"If you tell your father about this, I'll make sure you never speak again do understand that you demon."
My only choice was to shut up and nod at the time. The next time she bled from trying to hurt me her blood was white once more. I didn't nor ever thought of it as abuse. Although every night I dreamt I would be killed in my sleep one of these days and it scared me. I had spoken to my brothers shortly after the first onslaught of nightmares. They knew I didn't wanna get my mom in trouble besides she could do much worse and get away with it using the system of law involving our blood. Meaning her testimonies of her not hurting me would be considered true as long as her blood stayed pure. All my brothers could do was offer me the comfort that only a big brother could. It didn't last very long though as they slowly started getting more an more involved with there work. I missed them and my only sense of 'Home' and safety. So, That's why I'm going to do what I've been wanting to do these last two years. Once I hit Seventeen in 3 days My plan will commence.
Walking over to my calendar I marked out today. October 15th 1756. Despite not being in the late futuristic days our universe is different. Were more developed and make use of our time...well most people.Me...Not so much. I don't like using much effort which yeah. It's a bad quality. Although when I start something I always make sure to finish it which brings us FINALLY to the present.
You may wonder why I say this as if I know what your universe is like. That's cause I do. Originally the elders of my home came from earth before coming here. It wouldn't explain there ages though unless they had certain abilities; That's why some people believe it to be false. Because it sounds Preposterous and hard to believe.
Looking at my calendar I circled the 18th Of October. Satisfied I sluggishly went to my bed picking up my backpack. A knock resonated throughout my small room. "Ai, Your mother wants you to hurry up an get ready. She doesn't want you being late!" It was the head maid of my family. Slinging my bag over one shoulder I walked over to the door and opened it slightly smiling
"Mira, me and you both know that's not what she said. Thanks for sweetening it up though." The only people I could speak to regarding the truth was Mira the head maid. Along with my brothers. To be perfectly honest Mira was more like the mother I never had but she had to keep her distance from me to save herself from my mothers ways. I didn't mind though.
"Yes, Your right." She laughed at how I know that my mom had meant to tell me, 'Go get out of the house now I don't want to see you. The sooner the better.' That's what my mother had said. Well, at least every other time.
"Anyway, You really should be going to school before your late Ai." I didn't get a chance to respond to her as she hurried off probably to go do something else my mother asked of her.
I walked out the door of my room locking it behind me to keep anyone fromt entering. Espicially the two guards my mom hired to specially watch me secretly. Although to me it wasn't that secretly. My brothers had taught me martial arts and how to erase my presence along with a few other useful tricks in order to lessen any blows from mother. Soon though, I would no longer have to worry about that.
I looked down most of the way to my school trying to memorize the concrete path as if it were the last time I'd be seeing it. Looking up I went through the doouble doors into a abandoned looking house. Yes, This was my school. It's nothing like you would imagine though.