So, I am 14 and my family and friend say that I write a lot more mature for my age... what do you guys think? Also, if you spot anything that I misspelled, would you please tell my? I'd really appreciate it! p.s., If you steal anything, I am liable to sue. Here's a quick synopsis of my story: Ivy has always had the hard life. Caretaker to her ten year old brother, abusive father with not a care in the world but alchohol, working two jobs while juggleing school and the mysterious powers that she and her brother have had for as long as they can remember. Here is the Prolouge: Prologue: The Creation The surgeon clicks his tongue. “This is taking too long,†he whispered keenly. Around him stood the rest of the surreptitious group. They had all been at this for years, centuries, evenâ€"if you were to count their ancestor’s. His assistant sighed in response. His histories in the recent incidents are evident, but in every single attempt they had come up short. Had lost a life, or two; it wasn’t the first time. “She’s ready.†His head snap’s up, and stares straight into the man’s eyes, dark pupils surrounded with sea-foam green iris. His eyes show no resentment or regret, the father of this soon to be massacred or enhanced child. “Get it done with.†There is no affection towards his lover, for she is about to lose something infinitely precious. The woman is wheeled in on a paper covered bed, her features lazy with sedatives. A mountain rests against her stomach, life’s miracle hidden within. They get started right away. The surgeon reaches over to the table, overflowing with tools. He picks out the needle. The husband walks forward, a black, minute pouch gripped tightly between each of his muscular fingers. Rests the small bag onto the desk and walks off out the door. The surgeon barley even notices; unzips the little bag and pulls out the liquid formula. People have lost their lives for this; fought to the death to just get a brief glimpse. No one but the people in this room, and their descendants, will witness this precious medical discovery. If it were to work. “Um… ser? Shall we get started before the sedation wears off?†He gives a subtle shake of his head, and gestures for them all to gather around. After loading the needle with the fluid, he feels along around the woman’s stomach. Feels the exceptional bump just under the belly button; showing that this is one of those special children they’ve been looking for for years. Presses the needle into the bump, and injects the drug. The medication was prepared to help those more fortunate than most control their powers. It settled the powers, which were so powerful that they were dangerous. If they were not given it at birth, the ability’s would slowly take over their lives. They would become insane from the non-stop continuation of their powersâ€"and if not from that, how it will take up their mind. Overpower their physical body until they can’t walk anymore. They would eventually become blind. This child was one of the fortunate ones. The Hunters had come across a pregnant woman in the store. They had seen the mark on her shoulder and knew. She was one of them. They sedated her and brought them to the institution. Afterwards, they located the woman’s mate andâ€"much to their satisfactionâ€"conformed they had a family history of schizophrenics. He gave the grant to go ahead with the procedure. And here they are now. Everyone in the room holds their breath as they observe what will happen. The woman’s own breathe falters for a second and halts. A cricket chirps outside the window. Then her scream erupts throughout the room, breaking the silence. “What happened,†all in the room scurry forward to get a closer look. The woman on the mat was shakingâ€"no, she was trembling. The outline of her frame moving so rapid that you could not see it clearly. The doctor and his assistant move forward to hold her down. Her legs slash at all that is near her vicinity, including a student. He doubles back with a hand slapped over his left eye and runs from the room. Back by the woman, the rest are struggling to secure her. Who knew a woman could be so strong? The doctor thinks as one particular pun to the elbow has him heaving in pain. Another scream finds its way up her throat. Tears escape her eyes and stream down her cheeks like a river. Her left armâ€"closest to the doctorâ€"spasms one last time before giving way. Her struggles stop, legs no longer flailing, the only thing moving is her chest, weakly shifting up and down in an effort to stay alive. Outside, a few crickets chirp. The doctor lightly grasps her hand and whispers, “It worked.†The room ruptures into shouts of joy. Tears cleanse the floor; the atmosphere lifts off everyone’s shoulders. The doctor stays sitting, clutching her hand as everyone dances around him in bliss. One less death! They have completed their task. He leans over the woman, gently placing his hand over her bulging stoma