Raven

My name was zoey Emerson now it's Raven Blackwell. Raven Darcy Blackwell is my reformed name,indeed it soothed my personality pretty well-being an orphan in a world of darkness. My orphanage was runned by men on suit. They apppeared in black suits and dark shades,they were being addressed by boss and sir by the caretakers of the orphanage and their bodyguards,we never knew their names but we knew that they were the owners. When ever they came children from eight and above where taken away and came back after a week with bandages on their abdomen and I was one of those unfortunate children. We where used as a means of drug trafficking by the men on suit. A bluish or purplish substance in a transparent packet is inserted into my abdomen with other children and we would be sent to different parts of the world to pose as their daughter or son of the men,which when reached their traffickers,they would remove the packets inserted into our abdomen and would be payed by the traffickers handsomely. Each time we would be lined up in a dark room with only a white Bulb light hanging below our head,while in front of us was a translucent glass behind it stood the men on suit. A certain hospital bed layed by the corner of the room which of course was where we were layed in other to insert the packets. They stripped us off of our names and our freedom was taken away from us,we would follow certain rules and would be punished if. otherwise. We where raised by rules one which was to be silent. We where named with numbers. I was called 573 in my orphanage. This has been going on before I came and is still on ever since I lost my parents in and accident and brought here by the cops at the age of three. Five years into the world of drugs,at the age of thirteen,the men on suit discovered that each time a packet of drugs is inserted into my abdomen,before it reaches its traffickers its contents had dissolved leaving only the plastic bag. This kept on going on for months resulting to a huge loss and the man couldn't take it any more,they abused me and kept me out for adoption. Finally,I was adopted by a rich couple and was taken to the united states where we resided in Florida. I started schooling and I thought that my life was getting better but boy was I so wrong. My eye colour started changing from its normal light brown colour to a shade of bright blue-like that of the blue sea. My iris had specks of silver around it and my pupil instead of the normal black colour,it was now lightbrown. This freaked my foster parents and to make matters worse my natural dark black hair was now a ginger-brown colour. My foster parents started abusing me and calling me names on seeing this immense change in me,they decided to call on a few scientists to check on me and that was when the drain plug was pulled. The truth about the mystery of the drug loss was revealed to the scientists as the found my cells coalating together to form one cell,through an impulse in my system. I knew all this because I could feel every ounce of blood in my body and the surge running through my veins,I felt the changes happening-it was weird but also cool. The scientists spread word to my foster parents telling them that a virus was in my system and would require for me to be taken to their lab for proper inspection. Meanwhile the figured out that my body cells creates an electrical impulse which could help them in building and agent they have been longing for. My parents didn't hesitate to give them full custody over me and as time went on, the more test they conducted on me the more the surge impulse in my cells intensify. And on the last minute I fleed and went into hiding in the deep alley of Florida. At the age of eighteen I came out of hiding,hardship written all over my face and body,as I finally exited the allies of Florida and began my life in California with my new found self,name,college and mostly work. . . . . . . . . . . RAVEN. -Elysia. Xoxo