My Blood,My Curse.

Intro --------------------------------------------------------------------------- *For my lovely book Worms ;)*: Made On: 5th August 2025. They say blood doesn't lie. Mine screamed the truth at eighteen. Black– like ink spilled on innocence. Her blood was orange... of course IT was. I remember the way she smiled when they told her. Not because she wanted To BE an Hero, she smiled because *I* was standing beside her. Like Always. She didn't let Go. Not then. Not even when they Whispered behind her Back. "He's Dangerous." "He's one of them." She stayed. Back then, she Had shorter hair– messy, sun-bright, Always falling in Front of her eyes. Blue eyes that looked Like the Sky was trying To forgive you. Now? She tries IT Up in a braid. Military Standard. Hero protocol. She wears that damned Uniform Like It's a second skin. Like IT doesn't Burn her. She's 5'5 (her height), barely reaching my shoulder (your 5'10, If you don't Intend On changing IT), but I've Seen her lift an Car Like IT was Made of paper. I've Seen her Punch trough steel. And still... She's afraid of needles. She was never meant To BE an weapon. Me? I was Always good at breaking Things. With my hand, With my mind, With my presence. They tested me for Control. Measured the tremors in the Wall when I *tought To hard*. They told me I could BE lethal. Destructive. A threat. She cried when they Said I'd be relocated. I didn't. Because in the Mirror, all I SAW was black.