Ch 1

A Chapter by LoperForLife

As a child, I always wanted to be a spy. You know, one of those mainstream girls clad in pitch black body suits or one of those dangerously calm men with a steady gun hand and a suit. Totally men in blackish.

Well my dream didn't quite come true. I didn't necessarily turn into a spy, but occasionally my job requires acting as such. And it isn't against typical foreign drug lords or such, in fact, it isn't against any humans at all.

It's against so called "mutants" that look like us, act like us, and are in most aspects, us. But a few little things set them apart, one being the fact that they can turn into killing machines with supernatural abilities. They can control, manipulate, and kill the human mind,which they ultimately used to gain control until the "Hand", of which I'm part of the teenage facet, found out their ultimate downfall, diamond spikes encased in steel. I'm not going to explain the dynamics; it may give away an important ancedote the Hand wants kept under wraps.

So since we know their downfall, they decided to sign a treaty saying they wouldn't use their powers against the human race. It's obvious when they do; their victims have and iced over glaze in their eyes and are extremely attached to their new "masters". Disgusting.

Anyway, I got distracted. Since they all mingle with our species and only a select few know about them, all members of the Hand have to keep tabs on the mutants in their region. So I have been in my high school. And things have not been living up to the treaty.