project Enflame

the beggining

They say all beggings start off in beauty.
All begin with a mother. A father.

But this one didnt.
This started with a woman id never come to know.
And a man i wish i never did.

I guess you could call my story cliché.
I could call it a nightmare.

They say all mutents adapt there powers in there teens.
I didnt.
Mine came when i was just born.

I was never 'normal' but then again.

Who is?

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November 7th
1960.                                      2:47 Am
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The cries of a infant echoed off the walls of the hospital.

The General held the small blanketed child close to his chest.
His wife panting heavily in the bed next to him.
The docters muttered to themselves. Unsure of what to say.

The light pink blanket squirmed and wriggeld in the generals arms.
Through the small hole a face poked through.

A little baby girl.
A bit bloody from her birth just a few minutes before.

But one thing was for sure to the general.
This baby wasnt normal.

"Caroline"his voice croaked.
His wife looked at him and smiled gently the sweat still beading off her forhead.
"I like it dear, Its sweet. Just like our baby"
She hadnt seen the baby yet.
The general knew shed scream and beg it not to be hers.

So he walked out fo the room a doctor in toll.
"Tell her the baby died"the general spoke, voice of stone.

The docter tilted his head.
"But general, the baby is healt-"
"Tell her the baby is dead docter,or else you will be to!"
Now the generals voice spoke of anger.
The docter nodded and quickly rushed back into the room.

A few moments passed.

And a yell of anguish and distraught rang from the room.

Alarming the baby that was once sleeping soundly in the generals arms.
Her wines of discomfert of the noise.
He walked quickly out of ear sound  of his wife.

This baby was very peculiar.
In a way very few knew.

The general looked down at the baby.
The light from the hall ilumminating her face.

The babys eyes glimmerd in the light.

Her small tuffs of hair poked through the blanket. It's red vibrent colure peaking.

This baby was a mutent.

Growing up this child began to show her powers.

The general kept her away from anyone but himself.
Teaching her everything he could.
Her brain absorbed more then any child he'd ever seen or heard of.
One day, he came by a box of cookies with him. His son was born that day.
He walked into the concret room.
The little girl in the corner, reading a science novel 'Trask raises the field of science' it read. He was always suprised she understood.

She looked at him.
" welcome back sir, what have you brought?" She asked.
"Well my son was just born, my wife cant have these our babys allergic. Would you like some?" He asked
She nodded and got up and took one from the tin mumbuling a thank you as she tooka bite.
"There very soft, almost uncooked"
With that her hand lit a flame. She screamed and dropped the now burnt cookie.
She curled up in the corner. Screaming as all her book went up in flames.
The general ran out.

A man, short with glasses was there.
He had a file.
"My name is Trask. You may have heard of me. My creation has found your mutent. I want her. For..research purposes"he said.
The general looked in the room.
"Not yet. Let me train her. Them and only then will you get what you desire"
A scientist walked up to the general.
The general spoke
"Send her to the lab"

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Not the best way for a story to start hmm.