Prolouge

I dart down the dirt road. Yanking my black hood over my head, I look behind me. The cops were on my tail. I hated to do this. I hate to steal. This time I had to. I barely had enough money to spend and I felt so guilty wasting school funds. I turned around slowly and stared down the cops. “Spider, become seen” I whisper. I look down. There, materializing around the sides of my hips, were jet black spider legs. “Don’t make me use these!” I shriek, sounding like a mad old kook brandishing a bible. Next thing you know I’m gonna sprout some angel wings and scream “The power of Christ compels you”.

         They don’t flinch as they close in on me. I shrug and raise my spider legs to a hover. Some of the cops stop in awe. Some keep going. I ran up to them, screaming a crazy battle cry that sounded like a dying bird, and started fighting. I punch one cop in the nose and give a sharp uppercut to another, while my legs are a flurry of movement, disabling the cops around me. Once all the cops were on the ground, unconscious or dead I’ll never know, I go through their pockets, cleaning out their wallets of cash before melting their credit cards with a flick of my wrist. I stash the money in my bag and hug tenderly to my chest.

         Now for the getaway. I look down and whisper, “Spider, disappear. Butterfly, become seen”. My spider legs shrink away, as my back sprouts vibrant purple wings rimmed with black. I ran forward, flapping my wings quickly. I caught an updraft and rose into the air.

         As you can see, I am not a normal girl. I’m still enough of a human that I go through the normal teenage struggles. I have a crush. I go through puberty. I like watching things burn. There are a few things that are different. Things that aren’t normal. Normal girls don’t have the ability to sprout animal parts. Normal girls aren’t the most wanted thief in the US. Normal girls don’t have a worldwide title. Normal girls aren’t me. My biological parents named me Autumn. My foster mom calls me Leaf. My crush calls me Autie in a way that makes my cheeks flush. The police call me something different. Something unique. They call me Morpha. Short for Metamorphosis.

Author's Note

Any critique so far?

Reviews

[angel]

A promising start. By all means, you should continue.

[Trapped]

And I definently will

[ca.shorty]

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 Love it! Sounds like an anti villain story. Like venom. Maybe one day my superhero could fight yours. Check out The Kid Who’s Always Right on my profile any ideas?