《Hearts and Spades》 1. Angels Lament The first thing I saw was Red. The only feeling I knew was Pain. The pure darkness around me is seemingly suffocating me. The floor I lay upon is covered in a fresh velvet, and all can I hear are the Screams. Neverending Screams... "H-Hel-Cough!" I choke out, before realising that my tongue was missing, seemingly cut off... Only then did I noticed the small glowing white figure in front of me, untouched by the Red. It had eight beautiful large angelic wings, and the body of an innocent child... But why does it seem so familiar? Its eyes though... Those barely conscious blue eyes just seem to glint with twisted glee at my agony, as it suddenly clenches and squeezes my throat, quickly squeezing harder... I can feel my neck slowly being crushed by its insane power, can feel my throat clog with my blood, can feel exactly when the snap in my spine- Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! ... Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Calmly opening my eyes, I press the snooze button on my alarm clock. Another nightmare... Sighing deeply with a shudder, I close my eyes again, before realising that I should probably get up before if I dont want to get pranked horribly. Again. My little sister may be twelve... But the things she can come up with sometimes scare me... Groaning at the thought, I get up from bed, starting my daily routine of getting dressed, brushing my teeth, etc. Finishing up in only a few minutes, I go wash my face in the bathroom, and examine my face. My dull grey eyes staring back at me, revealing nothing on my emotions. My messy black hair, barely contained and combed back with the Gel I used. My light tan skin, with my naturally straight lined mouth.. If it wasnt for the bags under my eyes, there would be nothing to give away how I felt. I gaze at the mirror for a full minute before sighing. "Damn Nightmares.." I rub my eyes and brush back my messy black hair, a bit worried about the nightmares. I''ve been having similar nightmares for the last week, always with my death at the end by the hands of a childlike figure.. I should bring this up with my Therapist tomorrow, this cant possibly be healthy. Finishing up, I start heading downstairs, and find my little sister Jennifer already in the living room. She was.. attempting a ''Sunset blast'' in a mock fight with our dog,"Chunky". Wasnt my idea, but considering how... chunky our Husky has gotten lately, I suppose it fits. "This isnt even my final form! Prepare yourself fool!!" Jen says to the dog, before she started screaming, "RaaaaaAaaAAaAaAAAAAGGHGHHHHHHHH!!!!". Wincing at how loud she was getting, I idly noticed Chunky laying down to cover his ears. She then suddenly throw up some golden glitter, Where did she get that by the way? We dont have glitter last I checked, and swiftly put on a blue wig and red blanket as a cape. She playfully glares at Chunky and gives smug smirk, which looks silly on her by the way. "This, is my Space Whale form! Witness my true power! Yahh!" She says, giggling before tackling our fat dog. "Die Fenrir! Take that! And that!" I roll my eyes and chuckle. Jennifer has always been my weak spot, being the only one to have me genuinely feel. Considering my unique.. affliction, that makes her all the more precious in my eyes. "I see you''ve been binge watching ''Fae Balls''. Must be in the Jupiter Arc, if you already know about the Space Whale form." I state casually, smiling at my little sister. She then looks up at me, with her own pair of bright grey eyes, and blushes. Scrambling to stand up, she quickly takes off her wig, revealing her own raven hair.. with some golden glitter on it, I might add. "Er, yeah! I didnt know you watched that anime too Jacky!" She exclaimed in surprise, as Chunky hopped onto my leg for some attention. Petting Chunky, the poor dog was already out of breath, I nod towards the TV. "What do you think I do when I''m not working and your at school? Wasting my time trying to feed Chunky heathy food?" Chuckling as I sit down, I take a glance at the mess of glitter, and give Jen a raised eyebrow. Jennifer flushes, already knowing what I''m implying, and rushes off to get the broom. Shaking my head, I relax my posture back to its normal expressionless self, just the way I liked it. Grabbing the remote, before changing the channel to the news channels, just in case any natural disasters are going to ruin this day. "Hero Academy is the best school for Chosen in the-" "-by Helen Rosewood, a Seraphim has escaped-" "The Moon has been having strange movements and lightings recently-" Same old news. Ah well, at least nothing to really worry about for today, which is a relief since itd be a waste of a clear warm day to stick indoors. Jennifer comes back and starts sweeping the floor, so I turn off the TV before getting up to get the car ready. Walking out the door, I take the keys out my pocket and unlock the old Mustang. Old, but still reliable... I think. Im more of a game or anime guy, than a car guy, so I dont really know much beyond the necessities to driving. Turning it on, I sit inside and wait for the car to warm up. Now, you may be asking why this day seems to be a special occasion for me and my sister? Well, turns out this is the day my parents died five years back, when I was still only around Jens age. Our mother was a Magician and our father was a Slayer, both not especially talented in their respective powers since its a pretty peaceful era, but were definitely much stronger than any average could ever hope to be. They died when, one day, a Greek Titan decided to appear from the Ocean and attack New York city. Turns out it was sleeping under the oceans for a millennium before waking up, and attacking the closest civilization to it. We were just "lucky" enough to be that civilization to witness one of the last Titans. My parents were the "lucky" ones who were sent to fight it... They just didnt live to tell the tale. How am I so sure? Well, my fathers Artefact was found amongst the many dead, handed to me due to me being the eldest one left in his side of the family. My mother.. Well, Magicians typically dont survive long due to the nature of their power. To even make a difference in a fight against an ancient 80 foot titan, she''d have to go all out... Its not all bad I suppose. We get some money and help from the government due to them "Dying in Service to the country", and I did get my father Artefact, which Ive been training to use as often as I could afford, despite not being born a Slayer.. The magic books of my mother are still in the house too, though I leave those in the attic so my sister doesnt get any bright ideas of trying out Magic. Ah, Speak of the little sqeaker and she shall appear. I look in the rear view mirror and make sure to soften up my features, have a small passive smile on my face, and make my eyes seem to glint with interest. It''s a trick you learn over time when you have trouble with empathy and sometimes even feeling emotions altogether. You learn how to fake your emotions and expressions in a way for people to believe.. Though, like I said, she does make me feel good, but I would rather she not see me sad.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Jumping into the front seat of the car, Jen beams at me and puts on her seatbelt. "So where are we going this time Jack? Can we go to the movies and watch ''Rise of the Templars''? I hear its a good Action Comedy! Oh! Or maybe we can go to-" Ah.. Yeah, I forgot to mention that my sister can be a bit of a chatterbox when she gets going... Should probably stop her before she gets onto the weirdsuggestions. "- and we can jump off the jets with hot air balloons before-" I clear my throat to interrupt and she flushes, realising that shes ranting. "I think a movie sounds like a nice start. Lets not do anything too crazy this year alright? Im still finding splinters from my skin from the last time I indulged in one of those ideas." I let my smile widen a bit, and shake my head. She pouts and mumbles, "Its not my fault.. I didnt know we were shooting fireworks at Treants! I thought they were just regular trees..." TimeSkip After the movie, we started driving around the city, heading to get some food at a buffet. After that? We went to the beach to chill, checked out any new games coming up, raced each other a few times, made some sand castles while playing some ''Sand Wars'', and generally had a pretty good time. I did see a few weird things on the way, like the way people seemed more nervous than usual, and the way police seemed to drive around with their sirens on all day. I suspected there was a really good story behind this, the reporter in me wanting to uncover it... But this was a day for me and Jen, to help cheer her up anyway I can. No work today. We decided to end our little adventure playing hide and seek in the national park, though the sun was getting low pretty fast. By the time I actually found the little rogue, the moon, full as it can be, was already up we were both pretty tired. She smiled and yawned, arms around my collar bone. She was small enough for a piggy back ride, so why not? "Thank you Jacky.. Love you~" I smile as a warm feeling spreads inside me, and I opened my mouth to say I loved her as well... before we heard quite a loud sob. It.. sounded very young, like a little girl crying. I dont know how the sobbing got so close to us without ether of us noticing it until now, but my sis being the little wannabe hero she is, hopped off my back and searched for the noise. "Wait, Jen! Damnit.." Running off after her, I found her staring at a little blond haired girl, crying with her back on a large tree... and with eight wings sprouted out her back. My breath hitches, my heart stops, and for a moment, I just feel a primal sense of fear. Suddenly, a memory flashes in through my mind- "-by Helen Rosewood, a Seraphim has escaped". A Seraphim, practically a natural disaster given a childs form, able to slaughter millionsback in the days full of God Slayers and Magic... But niether of us were armed, and- "Hello? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" My sister says with a worried tone, getting closer to the being... And suddenly, I feel a deep sense of dread, and realise that my sister doesnt know what a Seraphim is, or at least that one has escaped... She probably assuming that this is just a Half-bred angel or something.. What do I do?? I cant run and get her, it may startle the thing to attack. I cant shout, same problem. Cant fight, itd kill me easily, especially without any weapon. "Jennfier.. come here. Now!" I whisper loudly, and she turns to me confused. "What-" And only then did I realise my beloved little sister turned her back on an apex predator to look at me. A moment, an instantpassed before I felt warm blood on my face. Before I saw my sisters confused expression falling with her head hitting the floor, her body still standing. Before I felt the agonizing pain of a wing, no.. of a giant sword gutting my Solar plexus while her- no,it''shands wrap around my neck. That horrible nightmare becoming a reality, as I feel my neck start to creak under the power of the Seraphim, my brain getting damaged from the pressure. And that glint in its eyes, as if finally finding prey to play with... Suddenly a large white foam covers the Seraphim, before it tries to fly away. Faster than my eyes can follow, loud noises popped and exploded around me.. I couldnt stay up for long, my breath feels shallow, my eyes are getting heavy. I hear voices, see light and shapes, but I can understand what their saying or what I''m seeing. Is.. this how I''m going to die...? I-I''m sorry.. Jennifer... *** CODEX; ?Godslayers: Originally beings made by the Fates and Norns around 0 BC, when the Fates found that the Gods were planning to go to war with each other. This would cause the Earth/Midgard to be destroyed in the process, and humanity with it. The Fates/Norns, not wishing to lose their favorite play-things, created God-Slayers as a way to have humanity survive the war. Godslayers have amazing capabilities in combat, and seem to only get stronger the more they overcome. This has been noted, that every God-Slayer has a strange yet powerful magical Artefacts, created by the Fey to help them in the midst of the war. A Godslayer usually has a 25% chance to have a child that becomes a Godslayer, while the children with the Godslayer gene having a 5% chance. Godslayers of today are almost all descendants of the Originals, and their titles are shortened to Slayers. Due to the war ending with all the known Gods in the war not being allowed to access or influence Earth/Midgard, Slayers ended up being used in wars. Technology is still struggling to keep up with the power a Slayer can use, not quite succeeding. ?Magic/Magicians: Magic is a power anyone can use if they find a way to harness it. However, no matter how you use it, almost all magic consists of you absorbing ambient mana in order to harness it, due to mana not naturally found in humans. This process is excruciating, made worse the bigger the change to reality you create. For example, to attempt to freeze a large cup of water would give a major migraine and spread a feeling of numbness in the Magicians body. Freezing a lake would end with the Magician finding trouble breathing, and if old enough, may cause cardiac arrest. To attempt to create ice out of the water particles or the magicians blood, causes magicians to typically faint. Magic causes pain to Magicians, yet they arent being physically damaged by Magic. Their souls are pulled and twisted to accommodate the unnatural energy, causing the brain to think there is extreme pain in the body, and the body reacts as if in such pain. Many attempting large scale Magics have been known to easily die or go comatose, causing the study into magic to be a dangerous thing, so now many do not use Magic due to the risks. Magical Artefacts are an exception, allowing access to a magical effect via the object. However, if the being who creates it doesnt have some divinity, like the Gods, Demigods, Slayers, Titans, or Fae, then the object is weakened to only be single use before breaking. Divinity-created Artefacts are very hard to make, harder to come by, and extremely powerful. ?Seraphims: Created by the Christian God, Yehwah, and only ever numbering in one hundred, are extremely dangerous. They look like human female children, purposely designed to catch others off guard long enough to kill. They all have eight wings, blue eyes, blond hair, and olive skin. They were made in the beginning of the God-King wars, being the only soldiers ever sent in the name of the Christian God. They all seem to hold a unique powerful ability, comparable to the Chosen of today, all able to transform their wings to have indestructible weapons instead of Feathers, or sometimes even using the wings to transform long arms or tendrils to wield these weapons better. They all have a very powerful healing factor and are extremely durable. In the Godking war, they all killed enough to have estimated each one, at the very least, killed over 50 million humans. They are a Class-S threat, therefore should be avoided if at all possible. The only ones known to ever contain these Army Killers were the Hero Corps, Illuminati, and "Peoples-Republic-Over-Greater-Realms and Effective-Scientists-Society", labeled PROGRESS. Remember Me? Jack woke up with a start, and immediately checked his surroundings. Sterile smell, clean tools, heart monitor- A Hostpital. He lightly sighs in relief and lays back again. How is he alive? That Seraphim- Eyes widening, he remembers his sister. His silly Jennifer, who was always up before him, who would prank him just to get a smile out of him, who would binge all the anime he bought- Dead. ...Something broke inside him then. A deep emptiness he wasnt aware of until now, an irreparable feeling from seeing his dear sister get killed in front of him, and being too weak to stop it. "It should''ve been me.." He says, his voice coming out in a raspy croak, leading to him having a coughing fit. She was the younger sister. She had her whole life ahead of her, with her great grades, kindness, and imagination, not to mention that he suspefted her to have inherit the Slayer genes... She had a bright future. Meanwhile, he''s just a reporter noone takes seriously, with nothing special about him. It should''ve been him that died. The door opens for a few nurses with food and water, tending to him. He paid them no mind however, when he saw the large figure that walked in behind them. Standing seven feet tall, the man had excessive amounts of muscle and looked like he can wrestle a bear to death easily. His eyes were grey, but also extremely dull and unfocused. He had a blonde buzzcut, a chisled jawline, and a few scars on his face. "Hey Jacks. Long time, eh?" He said in his baritone voice, an easy smile on his face. Jack doesnt remember ever actually seeing him before though.. Jack takes a drink of water, noticing midsip that the nurses have all stood near the wall in the exact position with glazed looks in their eyes... ".. And who are you again?" He asked warily, realizing that if a mind controller wanted him gone, there would be nothing he could do to stop it. He was alright hospitalized and not entirely healed yet, and even if he tried to fight back, the mind controller was much stronger than him in both mind and body- His thought were interuptted by a boisterous laughter. "No need to be so worried my boy! Names Jim Valentine" He gives a toothy smile when my eyes light up from recognition. "Your ''crazy'' uncle. And now, your legal guardian!" ¡ð¡ð¡ð Jim was a little nervous. He got a call in from the hospital that his sisters kids were in a Seraphim attack, and he quickly drove over there. They came about asking a bunch of questions, when this woman named Helen came and helped out. Imagine his surprise when she said that she got him to be their legal guardian! She did have a similar feel to her though, but she was gone before he could confirm his suspicions. He always wanted kids, but due to his past Moniker "Nutty Jim", he had a pretty bad reputation with women in general. And not only because he was crazy, as his moniker also suggests. He did stop living like that a few years ago however when he went out on an adventure and found a sickly Valkrie, bleeding out and everything! He, being the gentlemen he is, of course helped her out!... After knocking her out. Hey! Too many men have died trying to help beautiful supernatural woman, he couldnt give her that chance when he was helping her and leaving himself open! That''s his story and he was sticking to it! Moving on, that Valkrie turned out to be quite nice. Typically angels are openly hostile now, due to Slayers killing off most of the pantheons in the God-King wars, but she seemed to be an exception. She taught me alot of things, truths of the world and secrets of life in exchange for saving her. Well, the short of it is that I''ve changed, and calmed down plenty in the last couple years. Back to the hospital, he always liked his sisters kids. Jacks was a bit strange, but pretty mature last he checked. Little Jenny was still a baby when he saw her, so no clue how she acts. Man its really been too long. He never even got to go to his sisters and her husbands funeral, despite paying the expenses for most of it. The kids better be grateful for that later on, because the price of that funeral took alot of his research funds. The things I do for people sometimes.. Walking into Jacks hospital room, he tried to make himself as small as possible so he could both fit in the doorway, and not intimidate his nephew immediantly. It gets old how people look at you when your bigger than their doors. Looking at Jacks, he looked a mess. His hair was all over the place, messily cut. Maybe the Seraphim did that? Lucky to be alive, so a bad haircut isnt a bad tradeoff. His skin looked disgustingly pale, likely from blood loss.. Oh, he noticed me huh? Better gets these nurses out the way then. [ Standby, Do not move once out of our way. ] That taken care of, I look into his eyes. He was frowning, but his eyes told me nothing, and my power was only giving muted responses. So he really did have something wrong with him, muting his emotions or something? At least it wasnt completely taking away emotions, else he would''ve long since died from lack of caution or care. "Hey Jacks. Long time, eh?" Gah, now he''s giving me a suspicious look! Im not a suspicious character! Im not even shady looking, I purposely wear white T-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops so people dont get so intimidated of me! Gah, what to do... He takes a quick sidelook to the frozen nurses, which in second thought was probably a bad idea since I can now feel some of his fear rising. "... And who are you again?" He asks in a rough voice. Yeah, definitely shouldn''thave stopped them since they were the ones feeding him water.. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. I saw him starting to sweat from the slightly prolonged silence, so I laugh to try and lighten the mood. A tad loud.. "No need to be so worried Jacks! Names Jim Valentine." I saw his eyes widen a bit and can practically feel his recognition, seeing his image of me in his mind updating. I never had green skin or stole presents! What did my damn sis say about me?! Well, best stick with a moniker he is a bit more familiar with. Fucking hell Trace.. "Your ''crazy'' uncle. And now, your legal guardian!" I swear if she wasnt dead, I''d talk about all those dirty secrets she let me in on as children. Like when this one time, she took a shit and was walk- "What you mean my guardian? Why show up now?" He says, a bit of venom slipping into his voice. Ah, I guess it might look a bit bad if you show up for the first time in years, after they were taking care of themselves, and proclaim them as my wards after a traumatic experience. Eh. He''s just a bit mad, right? I flow into him my calmness and slight amusement of the situation, and he calms down.. Though it feels alot harder to do this than usual for some reason? Something to look into. "The reason I''ve been gone for so long is because I''ve been training my new powers. I am a Chosen now, got the power of ''Empath''." I say, my voice nearly echoing in the small room. I sit down next to him and take one of the grapes the nurses came with. Hm, I forgot how bad hospital food could taste like with all their preservatives.. I look at him and he was staring at me with another frown. Man this kid has got to smile more.. "So.. when is the funeral?" He asks out of nowhere, and I have no idea what the fuck hes talking about. Blinking in confusion, he continues, "My sisters funeral.. When do you think we can set it up..?" Jim raises his eyebrow and sigh. Did noone really tell him? Fuck now he has to deal with it. Gotta make my way out, leave the nurses behind. Heading towards the door, I look back and say, "Theres no funeral". The pure anger and despair was coming off him in waves. Right before closing the door, I give him a knowing look before letting go of my control on the nurses. "Because she is still alive." Jim slams the door closed and starts walking away, nodding to himself about his dramatic reveal. Now, I should probably dissappear for a bit before the nurses report me. Im pretty sure its not legal to use mind manipulation on people getting paid by the government... Whoops? ¡ð¡ð¡ð Jennifer never felt like this before. The closest feeling to it was swimming, except your completely surrounded by water, cant see or hear, and there was almost no pressure. Stars were everywhere, and memories felt like they werent real, slipping away from her. How did she end up like this again? She was out doing something in the.. park? Yeah. She saw a girl with wings, and someone called out to her.. Someone... Someone very familiar to her..? Time wasnt something one could keep track of where she was. It could have been seconds, minutes, or days, before she saw the light. It was pretty scary having no heartbeat, it felt so surreal, so still. The lights getting close now. I can almost reach out and touch it- Then the memories of what happened hit her like a truck, along with all the pain that came with it. She never felt anything like it! It was like molten plastic slowly making its way through her veins, reaching into her brain, her heart, her brain! The first thing she heard waking up was the sounds of her deafening screams and loud sobs. "Make it go away! It hurts! H-Help- Help me- please! STOP!!" She screamed out, more to herself in hopes it made the pain away, as if screaming out would help her. She opened her eyes to see the- [Congratulations! You have been chosen by the Fates to be gifted with an ability! May you become strong for the good of all of Humanity!] [Power Transmitted; Negation] Suddenly the pain went away. Like it never was there, except she still was screaming from the mere memories of what she felt moments ago. It only started dying down when her voiced started cracking, and she went into a coughing fit instead. She only then was able to notice others helping her, seeing blurs into her vision slowly coming to focus. They looked like almost looked like evil scientists, except she didnt think evil scientists would be so bold as to experiment on a girl with a window wide open, or have a overly clean smelling room. So a hospital? Ew, Hospitals were so stinky. Why was she here anyways? Why did she feel so much pain before? The last thing she could remember was turning around to look at- "Her heart rate is raising, quick put her under the sleep gas! Her veins arent completely aligned yet and fast blood-" That was all she heard from the woman, before she passed out. *** The doctors helped her as much as they could, though they told her that the process of being Chosen could be very deadly, depending on how you die. Had to put my head on my body and put some stitches they Died. She really died.. Had her head cut off by a Seraphim apparently, and shes glad she didnt remember that. Sounds painful to remember. She didnt remember alot about the event surrounding her death honestly. They replied that due to how long my brain was blood deprived, I would be expecting some minor damage. Typically its targetted to ones memory, and it was very common amongst chosen who had their head cut off. Its still creepy how they said that so casually.. And how common is a beheaded chosen, if they think memory loss is normal? But.. Despite the pain at first, I still got super powers! I have a pretty cool sounding power, and I can really be a superhero! Its a dream come true, and noones gonna take that away from me. A [Ping] went off quietly, but she ignores that thinking its just the hospital machines. Giggling to herself, she cringes when it feels like sandpaper is scratching in her throat with how dry it was. Drinking her cup of water she notices a figure walking into the room. She was tall, with bright red hair and piercing green eyes. She looked at me, and noticed that for a moment, her eyes widened in surprise, before it was quickly supressed, and she smiled. "Hello Jennifer. My names Helen Rosewood, and I have an offer for you." ¡ð¡ð¡ð "Where is my sister?!" I held one of the nurses down, a cold look on my face. She looked terrified right now, which was the point of the syringe near her eye. I idly notice the others ran away, likely to get security.. But I dont care. My sisters alive, and chosen! She needs me right now, and I need to know if shes okay. "R-room B88!" The pink haired woman almosts yells, Happy by her nametag I note idly, before I tossed her aside without a care. I run out my room, noticing that I''m actually not that far from her room. Running pastthe medical staff that tried to stop me, dodging the grabs by the security guards, I quickly make my way to my sisters room, slamming open the room door. And I saw her there. Alive. Laying in her bed with a smike on her face, like nothing ever happened, the only thing showing what happened was real was the butterfly stitches around her whole neck... And the Leader of Hero Corps sitting on her bed talking with her. I didnt care about that though. I decided to do one of the most emotional things I''ve done in years, since our parents died.. I went and hugged my little Jen as tight as I could. Feeling her hair, still with some glitter in it from yesterday. Smelling my dogs breath from all the licks he gives her, under the blood and bleach smell.. "I thought you were dead.. Im sorry I couldnt do more, but I promise that after today, we are gonna train lots! Okay? Im sorry..." I told her, trying to think of how to make it up to her. She loved anime, so maybe I could try to recreate some moves from anime for her? I looked into her squinted eyes, and gave her a genuine smile. Yes, this is a second chance. I wont hold us back again on the notion of living a normal life! Nothing will be the same, Believe it! "Im sorry... Do I know you?" My little sister said to me, a confused expression on her face. In that moment, somehow, that Deep Emptiness inside him grew. *** CODEX; ¡öChosen; They have been randomly Chosen by the Fates to gain a unique power after they "Trigger", due to some "circumstances" they saw in the future requiring them (unknown circumstances to date). The way a Chosen Triggers is that they must die, and their power is different depending on the circumstances, personality, and mindset of the person at death. One in a million people end up being Chosen at a time. Most of Hero Corps are Chosen, including the leader of Hero Corps; Helen Rosewood. Triggers, from recent studies, show that the body undergoes a sort of metamorphosis in the body, and slightly alters the soul, in order to safely keep any powers. To do this, the body and soul must seperate, in which the only pubically known process is death. Double triggers happen when someone either dies to two things at once (ex. Drowning + eaten alive), or someone attempts to destroy their soul along with their body. ¡öHelen Rosewood; Leader of Hero Corps and indisputably the most influential Chosen since Stalin. Having killed Hitler during WWII, gotten control over most Chosen when they first appeared due to her charm, she is adored by the public. Known to be a first generation Chosen, and is pubically known to have the powers Metal Manipulation and Agelessness, due to her "Double Trigger" event. Those close to her know that her powers include: [Error:404] ¡öPsychic; Someone born with the innate ability to interact with and manipulate minds and in some recorded cases, the Astral Realm. Psychics are very rare and hard to track. Famous past Psychics include Adolf Hitler, Alexander the Great, and current Head of PROGRESS.