Inspired by both Truman Show, by a part of the Resident Evil Films, and the thread "What kind of Stupid Power is Heart Anyway?!"
"Tell me...what is a Monster?" Your mother ask's you as you get in bed for the night.
You are seven years old, and you believe that you are cursed.
"A monster...I don't know. Something scary I suppose...like the Zombies." You look up and feel her presence. Not your mother, but the other monsters.
"No honey....that is not a monster. Those are just rabid beasts....I can't tell you exactly what a real monster is, only how to find one." she says, tucking you in.
"Why?" you ask, as a book fell to the ground.
"Because everyone has to deal with their own monsters...some even call them demons...." the book lifts up off the ground, and moves back onto the shelf.
"There are two types of monsters. One is inside of everyone, the other is when people do evil things without remorse." The window cracked.
"Inside?" You ask, looking at the palm of your hand, which previously had blood all over it from yesterdays fight.
"Fear, Anger, Hate. They can control you if you don't keep them in check....but they are not the worst. The worst kind are the ones who do evil things." The window was mended, perfectly reflecting just enough for you to see the faint form of burning pocket of air in the reflection.
"Like Timmy...." You mutter, seeing Timmy eating the body of your best friend.
"No. Timmy was a Zombie, he had no control over himself. A monster would have done the same thing, but willingly." She gently chides.
"Why are you telling me this?" You ask, trying to forget about what happened.
"Because you have to know....it's been months since the last Zombie outbreak in the area, and you have to know the difference. Don't hate Timmy or the Zombies for what they do, it's not their fault. It's the Rouge Wisp's fault." She say's, and you sigh. Who could hate Wisps? They do so many cool things...
"Goodnight honey..." Your mother says, turning out the light.
Slowly, your room turns luminescent from a dozen Wisps.
The Wisps love you, and try to protect you, you have been been sure as to why, but the whole town was sure that you were bound to become some sort of monster.
You see, everything supernatural came from the Wisps, and occasionally they try to merge with humans. When a merge is successful, the two will become one person for a short while, the Wisps influence slowly disappearing, but leaving behind a special ability, physical trait, or some odd quirk.
Every waking moment of your life you have had a Wisp in you, sometimes as many as three. Not quite a record breaker, but if this kept up until you turned ten then you would have shattered the record by a year.
You could float for a short while, you could sense electricity, you could see heat, you were double jointed, you had the ability to move your hair slightly...
You had dozens of tiny, mostly useless abilities, even if floating was useful, it hurt when you woke up doing it on accident.
Everyone had huge expectations for him, or feared him. People were saying he was going to be the next S-Ranked Slayer.
Slayers were heroes, one man (Or women.) armies that were basically used as WMD's. They would be dropped into an enemy nation, and bring it down.
The powers were supposed to become ten times stronger when he was finished with puberty, so he was encouraged by the government to use all of them as much as possible.
Sensing electricity would become something like manipulating electricity, seeing heat would become manipulating heat. Double jointed could become any number of things...hair movement was feared to become necromancy.
And Zombies were a really bad thing.
But there was something you never understood....
Why the dome?
You look out your window, and you sigh. Everyone tells you there is no dome, but your heat vision can see as far as your normal eyes could.
And there was a solid wall of heat around the city, the center meeting directly in the center of the city. You checked.
The wisps could not talk to you directly, and they had a hard time figuring out messages, but they confirmed that the city was in a shell of some sort.
The Sky? Faker then in it was in Chicken Little.
You needed to escape.
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You don't know how old you are. You don't care.
Humanity has been at war with the aliens for over a hundred years, they never run out of resources and our planet was not important enough to just crush.
The moment you were old enough to stand up and hold a rifle, you were on the battlefield, collecting Wisps and using them with the Re-Claim device, spending the Wisp in your body to gain powers. Apparently only younger people can survive having a Wisp put in their body, any older then fifteen would kill someone and turn them into a zombie.
You fought and you killed, both man and Alien an Zombie.
Zombies were the worst. You did not have to be bit or scratched to be infected, you just had to be close enough to one long enough, the Wisps essence spreads due to rejecting the body, and tries to latch on to other people.
The only saving grace was that Zombies had a cap limit to how many they can infect, and each time you killed one you sent that part of the Wisp to the afterlife.
You are told you are seven years old, and you scoff. You have over fifty powers, and you are going to be getting more.
The cost of the Re-Claim device was that powers were only doubled, but they allowed you to collect more, faster, but rolling the dice each time, risking becoming a zombie.
You shoot another gray alien with your rifle, and you throw a knife at a cloaked ally, and apologize quickly.
Thank god you gained the ability to feel the wind, nothing can sneak up on you.
It was Timmy, he had the ability to turn invisible, he scout and you would kill. He should have learned by now trying to sneak up on you would get him killed.
Timmy had a very low compatibility with Wisps, and was told to quit using them after his third one. He also could double his strength, and was able to control things like rope or chains, assuming they were thick enough.
You shoot another alien, and reload. Your vast array of powers allowing you to pretty much know where everything was withing a mile. They never stopped coming.
You would never stop shooting, but there had to be a way to end this without biting a bullet or getting killed.
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The world was at peace, everything was perfect.
Nothing seemed to ever go wrong....
You frown, that was, of course, an incredible lie. He was already entering puberty early because of some sort of drug they have been giving him.
The worlds population was about five hundred women to one man. You didn't understand it, but that made you very valuable. Every few weeks some doctor would come by, put a needle in your arm, and you would wake up an hour later.
You were consistently being embarrassed by the girls in school, and the few guys were always angry at you. Your one male friend, Timmy, was in the hospital being treated for something. Some girl attacked him when he said he didn't like her.
Boys were not allowed to have Wisps, but all the girls were. Too dangerous apparently.
Granted, he already bonded with two Wisps before, but that was kept secret. He could change his eye color, and he could make things slow down.
That last one helped him a lot, especially with tests in school.
You visit Timmy, and discover that he had his lower legs burnt off. He was no longer considered an asset by the government for some reason, and the hospital bills were not going to be covered.
The girl that attacked him disappeared, and you find out that she was publicly executed.
This pretty much convinces you that you want nothing to do with this place, and you have to escape.
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You have the Persecuted Protagonist future assist.
The Child Soilder
And the future Harem Protagonist.
They are clones of the same person, and they all want to escape.
Basically this entire setting is a future Hollywood.
Everyone is being filmed in an established setting, and you are the main character in several of them.
Wisps are the souls of those who came before you, dead clones of yourself.
You are a popular character, but in many settings you died. Some pathetic, some heroically.
There are only fifty clones of you still alive, and there is a massive movement to free you all, but at the same time there is a larger movement to keep the franchise going.
They are also using your genetic samples to harvest powers, so they can give people super powers as a market base.
Vote the next action for each character:
Outcast:
[ ] Run away to the edge of the Dome.
[ ] Exercise powers
[ ] Write in
Solider:
[ ] Capture Alien Tech to find way out
[ ] Exercise powers
[ ] Write in
Harem:
[ ] Exercise powers alone...we can't meet the same fate as Timmy.
[ ] Invite more Wisps in
[ ] Try to make new friends with the Girls
[ ] Write in
Remember, they are Seven Years Old.
He means me.
