Hey there, and welcome to this fanfiction.

Just before you start reading, I want to point out that English is not my first language. Now, this is not an excuse for any mistakes I made which could complicate the reading. It rather is a friendly invitation for you to point out the mistakes I made, so I can improve my writing skills and correct my mistakes. It is very difficult to improve when you don't have someone who points out your mistakes and/or corrects them, so I would really appreciate any kind of criticism you can offer.

But now, please enjoy reading the first chapter of 'Addicted'. :)

She stood there, petrified, staring at her father in disbelief. She couldn't believe what he'd just said. She had expected a lecture when the familiar gruff voice with a hint of annoyance and fatigue had called her downstairs. The relation between her and her father had been tensed in the last days. They would get into a fight more often and they were always irritated around each other. It would have been just one of many arguments a overtaxed father would have with his daughter stuck in puberty.

She thought that he would probably complain about the state of her room or how she should turn down the rubbish she would defend as music. Most likely he would lecture her about her new hair color he didn't like. Or rather colors. She had assumed that he would probably demand that she should dye it back so it would look all natural once again. But, unfortunately, those had not been any of the things he had wanted to talk about. Nothing like that at all. When she stepped into the kitchen, she knew that the following conversation would not be about her immature behavior or her hair style when she saw her father sitting at the table, holding hands with his girlfriend Helga.

Helga was usually not present when she was lectured by her father. She had felt that it was not her place to do such things, always trying to stay out of the sometimes strained father-daughter relationship. And when she was, she would not be holding hands with him like a teenage-couple and grinning like a small child who just got it's favorite candy. No, this would not be about her at all

"Ella, Helga and I, we wanted to tell you something very important."

He paused, obviously trying to build up tension, before her dad glanced at Helga, as if asking for

her permission to go on. Ella already knew that she would have preferred a scolding about her hair:

"We will get married!"

That wasn't really news she had expected. It took some time to process the information she had just received. But it did not really make sense in her head, no matter how hard she tried.

"What?!"

"We will get married!"

"I understood you the first time, dad!"

The feeling of confusion and disbelief was gone rather quickly, replaced by anger and fury. The fuck were they thinking, what was her father thinking? He couldn't just marry Helga and expect her to just accept it. But the way they were looking at her, they expected some sort of congratulations! But she wasn't alright, and she sure as heck wouldn't pretend to be alright with any of this! She would not hide her anger and disapproval and play 'nice daughter' just to not hurt their feelings.

The smile on the adults' faces slowly melted away, giving away their growing confusion. That certainly had not been the reaction they had expected or hoped for.

"What's the matter, dear?"

"What's the matter?! This is a shitty idea and you know it, you both know it. You can't just marry her and expect me to just sit there and smile!"

While Helga now looked a bit hurt and uncomfortable, her fathers facial expression turned into a serious stare. Ella knew this stare far too well. It meant trouble for her, but she honestly didn't care. Helga had just turned out to be the mot hated person in her entire life, and it had just taken her one sentence to achieve it. What did it matter if Ella's words hurt Helga's frail and sensitive feelings?

"Maybe I leave you two alone for a second." Helga mumbled, before she hastily stood up and fled the room, closing the door behind her and shutting herself out from the awkward and frigid tension. Ella silently hoped that she would suddenly slip and break her neck. That would have solved this problem rather efficiently. And while she knew that Helga leaving would not raise her risk of dying, Ella still appreciated it. This was a private matter, just between father and daughter and if Helga would stay, she would just disturb both of them. And Ella would not have to look at her ugly face anymore.

As soon as the door had closed behind her, Ella yelled at her father again:

"What are you thinking. You just can't marry her! This is a big, stupid mistake you are making! I don't want you to marry her!"

Ella's father just sat there, listening to her pointless yelling and shouting. It was nothing but a child throwing a tantrum. His facial expression did not change, he kept staring at her with a cold and serious stare, patiently waiting for her to cool down.

"This is not your decision to make, Ella!" he pressed out, restraint evident in his voice.

Yet, with no other hint of emotion evident and his word stating the painful truth so plainly, it did nothing but infuriate Ella even more.

"Oh, really?! But it affects me. You cannot expect me to just go with it. Do you think I will accept her as some sort of step-mother? Do you think she will replace mom? Is this some pathetic attempt to find a replacement for me, so that I might think about spending more time with you than with her? Because I won't, it will not work! This is just another big mistake! She is just another mistake of yours"

That clearly got a reaction from her dad. A tiny spark of pride enlightened in her chest, proud of her ability to break his icy facade. All of the sudden he rose from his seat, slamming his flat palm onto the table and shouting:

"Watch your mouth, young lady! I don't tolerate such disrespectful behavior to me or to Helga. This is not the way we raised you! She is a great woman and you have no right at all to call my relationship with her or her herself a mistake! Am I understood!?"

Normally, his temper could usually be described best as 'calm as still water'. So had Ella been just a little bit more reasonable, she would have backed away, intimidated by her father's outburst. But not this time. She wasn't sure if she was incredibly brave or incredibly stupid by continuing the argument, maybe both. But she could clearly feel the rage boiling inside her like hot water. The feeling was unfamiliar, something was odd. But in all honesty, at the moment, she did not care. She just wanted to blow off some steam. She wanted to be heard by her father. She would probably regret this very soon, but if she didn't do it now, she would most likely burst with all this pressure growing in her chest.

"Oh, you think I would care? Maybe, when you marry her, you will abandon me. You will abandon me just like you did with mom! Maybe you will even abandon Helga in the end!"

"I did not leave her! She left me and it was evident that it would have not worked out with your mother..."

"If you knew you would leave her, then why did you think it to be a good idea to have a child with her?! And why do you think you can do the same mistake again with Helga?!"

"Don't interrupt me ever again! You hear me?! And how dare you to talk like that to your father!"

He had taken a step towards her. His whole body was tensed, as if he had trouble to control himself. His hands were clenched and his eyes showed his fury he was trying to hold back. He looked like he was about to slap her.

The strange feeling in her chest grew stronger and stronger, and with it, her confidence grew while common sense was dwindling in her head. Why wouldn't it just go away? What did she have to do in order to get rid of this pressure, that pressure that kept her going on, that let her believe that it was a good idea to just blame her father with those accusations? To yell at him and provoke him. But she wanted to settle this, to get it out of her system. Maybe the answers would solve her problem.

What else did she have to do to release this feeling that almost hurt her. Did she have to go further with her outburst? Did she have to stop? Just what did she have to do?

"I wanna know why you did it Why you do it now? Don't you learn from your failures? Will you also leave Helga when the time comes? Why would you do that?"

The feeling was unbearable now, she couldn't take it anymore, she could feel how she would explode any moment now.

"Just tell me why!"

And then, suddenly, before her father could react, she burst, but not in the way she ever thought possible. She didn't knew how she did it, she didn't even know that she could do it. She had been burning with rage from the inside, yet everything around her was frozen.

There had never been any hints. She was shocked, so was her father. Both stared at each other, wide-eyed. What had just happened? The argument they just had was already forgotten, almost felt trivial, the anger replaced by shock, panic and fear. Why was she one of them? The fury she had just felt only seconds ago was gone, gone with the pressure. Her gaze wandered from her fathers shocked face to the frozen floor to the now in ice covered kitchen counter. Then her gaze went back to her father's face, searching for any kind of answer, for some kind of reassurance or security. But there was none, she could just see her fear and shock reflected in her fathers eyes. And that frightened her even more. Even though she had just had an argument with her father seconds ago, even though she sometimes hated her father, she had always felt safe around him. Fear wasn't something she ever saw in her father's face, never. She began trembling. What was happening? What had just happened?

"Dad?", she asked with a shaky tone, terror evident in her voice.

"What just happened, dad?"

Ella felt how tears were slowly running down her cheeks. This was way too much for her to take in right now.

"Ella! Ella, my darling, take a deep breath."

She did not listen. Was she a conduit now? A freak? A bioterrorist? What would she do now, what would her father do now? How would she explain it to mom? Would she even see her mother again? Would the D.U.P. Now arrest her? But she hadn't done anything yet? How was she supposed to deal with it? Was she a criminal now? She had done nothing wrong! But she was dangerous now, just like those monsters she had seen so many times on TV.

Her father began approaching her cautiously. The movement let her snap back to the present. Terrified, she took a step back from him. She did not want to hurt him. She was a hazard now, a threat. She lifted her hands in a defensive gesture, evidently scaring her father into thinking for a moment that she would attack him as well.

"No! Don't come near me."

Her father, after a moment of silence, took another daring step forward:

"Calm down, darling."

She didn't want to hurt him, but she could not control it. This ability, this horrible ability. Why was he approaching her? What if she had an outburst again? This pressure, this feeling, she didn't know how to handle it! She would hurt him! What if she killed him?

"Please, dad. I can't control it."

He did not listen to his daughters' pleading.

"Ella, pull yourself together. I know you won't hurt me. But first of all, calm yourself and then we can start looking for a solution, okay? But first, calm down."

She nodded, and tried to take deep breaths. Deep, even, breaths. Everything was fine, she could hold it in. She just needed to relax. But her thoughts always found their way back to her newfound curse. Everything started to blend, her breathing would not even out.

"Everything is fine, Sötnos*. Just relax." she heard her father say, but she did not see him. Everything was white, so bright that it hurt her eyes.

"Just calm down. Easy now. No need to panic."

A loud, annoying alarm sound rang through the whole flat, effectively waking up the owner in a most unpleasant, but effective way. She didn't want to get up right now. The bed was so comfortable and she was too tired and unmotivated to leave the warmth of her bedsheets. A quick glance to the noisy alarm clock next to her though told the young woman that she had to get up right now if she wanted to be ready in time. So with a groan, she lazily sat up and tried to turn off the annoying and noisy device, which was already giving her a headache so early in the morning. Only then did she ungracefully rise from her bed to start a new day.

Her first stop was in her bathroom, and when she turned on the lights she was almost blinded by the sudden brightness. It had surprised her so much in her sleepy mood that she had almost slipped and fallen to the cold ground. Blinking a few times while shielding her eyes, she tried to adjust her eyes to their new enlightened surroundings. When she was finally able to see herself in the mirror properly, she saw a tired, young woman with blue eyes and messy, light blond hair staring right back at her. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips. she looked like an overworked old lady, with those dark circles around her eyes, her tired and numb facial expression, her oily skin and her hair that looked like it had never seen a brush in their entire existence. Her mouth was slightly opened and there was a trail of saliva at the corner of her mouth, meaning she had drooled while sleeping.

Ella quickly decided that a shower right now would be a great idea, so she started searching for towels and clean clothes she could wear today. Towels were easily found, but while searching for a proper outfit she could wear today, she desperately rummaged through her wardrobe, scattering most of it's contents on the floor and thus leaving a mess behind. When she finally had gathered everything she had been looking for, she returned to the bathroom and took off her t-shirt and sweatpants, before she slipped behind the shower curtains.

Soon the feeling of thousands of water droplets making contact with her skin were chasing away the tension and sleepiness in her muscles. She closed her eyes, concentrated on the tingling sensation she felt on her skin, savoring the moment. But she could not spend too much time under the shower, she had to hurry up in order to appear at work on time. What a pity! But as always, she forced herself with what will power she could muster up this early to quickly shampoo her hair and wash her body with soap before reluctantly stepping out of the shower.

Around twenty minutes later she stepped out of the bathroom, completely dressed and styled for the day. But a quick glance on her smartphone told her she wouldn't be able to have a decent breakfast at home, because even though she had tried at least a little bit, she had taken her sweet time getting ready for the day. The bus to work would arrive in ten minutes. But maybe, if she was lucky enough, she'd still have some time when she got off the bus to make a quick stop at the 'Latte Owl coffeehouse' to buy herself something to fill her empty stomach. Yep, that sounded like a plan her growling stomach would approve of. If she didn't get a decent breakfast today, then all hope for this day would be lost immediately. So she quickly grabbed her keys and her bag and checked if she had everything she needed: smartphone, purse, her calendar, bus ticket, the keys to her flat, earphones, ID-card, pills. Everything there! Ella was ready to go.

She hastily got onto the bus, using her ticket to get past the bored looking bus driver without a problem and quickly searched for a free seat. The air in the bus was warm, but also stifling, compared to the slightly cold, but fresh air she had just breathed outside while walking to the bus station. It was unpleasant to breathe in here, but luckily, she didn't have to sit in the bus for too long. She would survive. While she sat there in silence and listened to the music on her smartphone, she got her calendar out of her bag, skimming over the hastily written notes in it and checking for any appointments she might have forgotten in her haste. But her thoughts never stayed on the small booklet in her hands, they always shifted to the dream she had experienced last night.

As far as she could still remember, she had dreamed of the day her powers had first revealed themselves. Her powers. She had never really been happy about having them. Because of her powers she had to hide what she really was, who she really was. No one would ever know her real self. If others would find out, they would just fear her, like Helga did, like her father did, like her mother did. Because of her powers she had to run from the government, as if she had ever done something blatantly wrong. For them, all conduits were the same, for them, conduits were maniacs who would go on a rampage when given the chance. Because of her power she became a criminal without doing anything and because of her powers she would never have a normal or quiet life.

And it all had started back then, when she had just been an average teenager with average teenage problems and average nasty and immature teenage behavior. When she had just been visiting her father during vacation back in Sweden expecting nothing special. And then, she had unlocked her unknown gift, accidentally turning the kitchen into a giant ice hall. From there, her whole life had changed and gone downhill.

But even if life hadn't turned out to be how she would have imagined or preferred it, and even when she would rather get rid of her abilities than keep them, she could say that being a conduit sometimes was a cool thing that would come in handy in some situations. But in the world how it was now, with the people fearing conduits and conduits being the minority, she'd rather be a normal person. As a normal person, you wouldn't have to run and hide from the D.U.P.. Those people were the worst consequence of being a conduit. Those guys had full authority to do anything to anyone at any time without facing any consequences. And they did make use of that authority! She feared them even more than any side effects her skills could secretly harbor.

But she was safe from them for now because she wasn't herself, but a fraction of her own imagination. She was not Elisabeth Swanson, but Isabella Smith, and Isabella Smith was a normal person who had just recently decided to move to Seattle for some time and who had never come into contact with any bio-terrorist in her entire life. With some luck, she would be safe from them. And maybe, if the rumored miracle turned out to be true, she could be safe for a very long time. If that, what the news had said was indeed based on facts, then most of the conduits were imprisoned now. That meant, that the D.U.P. had served it's purpose and that they now had to fulfill their last command to hand over the captured conduits to the government. Then, they would soon dissolve the hated organization, as now, they had served their purpose. Ella was sure that the government would probably not waste it's time and budget to hunt down the few remaining individuals as long as they would not cause any problems. They were not worth the trouble. Simply put, she just had to not screw it up for the next few months and she could live a life without changing identities every few month and settling on one made up identity.

When the blond woman had gotten off the bus she had undoubtedly been relieved. The air had become almost unbearable in there, so the first thing she did was to take a deep breath. The fresh, cold air in her lungs was as refreshing as it was slightly painful. But she had no time to savor it much longer, her growling stomach reminded her of her plan to go to a coffeehouse to fill it with at least a coffee. The Latte owl coffeehouse was just across the street and on her way to work, so she went straight to the small coffeehouse with the bright neon-sign of an owl, stepped through the door and lined up. The queue wasn't that long, so Ella still had hope to come to work in time and with having a decent breakfast, a rare occurrence in her life.

But there was queue nonetheless, meaning that she had to wait for her turn to order something by the unmotivated looking guy behind the counter. She decided to play a game on her phone to kill some time, but was soon distracted by a small conversation between the two people before her. Ella didn't really try listening to them, but it appeared to be harder to ignore them than paying attention, considering how loudly they spoke. For all she knew, they intended for everyone around them to eavesdrop on their words. And the topics weren't even that thrilling. They were mostly just gossiping about this and that, nothing really interesting, until one of them changed the subject to a specific incident.

"You heard what happened yesterday?"

"You mean that those drug dealers who killed three passers while the police tried to arrest them? Happened somewhere here around the corner, didn't it?"

"Yeah that as well, but I don't mean that. You really haven't heard it, have ya?"

"A lot happens around here, you gotta be more specific."

"They say that a transport with some bio-terrorists had an accident somewhere in the Akomish reserve."

"No way, that isn't so far away from Seattle. You just have to cross the bridge in Queen Anna's district. I just hope nothing too bad happened."

"Well, the drivers died instantly during the accident and two bio-terrorists are on the loose now. The D.U.P. was able to capture only one of three yet."

"Fuck, really? Do they have a clue where the other two could be? Any lead so far? Hate the thought of two of those lunatics running around here somewhere."

"Yes, but you're not going to like it."

"You are not shitting me, are you? Here?! Never thought one of their kind would wind up here after all this time."

"Let's you think twice before you leave your home, right?"

"I'm actually more scared of what will happen now. The same procedure as always: Immediate lock-down. Not looking forward to this!"

"As long as they get their job done quickly, I don't care really. I just want to feel safe when walking down the street."

"No way! Why do we normal people have to be held in captivity when it is only them who should remain behind bars? To take over a whole city for just three criminals? I don't see any reason why I should be okay with that!""

The conversation was interrupted by the unmotivated guy behind the counter, who was asking for the first person's order. Ella turned pale. Her stomach clenched, her appetite gone. She was in big trouble. Scratch that, she was screwed. This couldn't actually be true now, could it? That guy just got some wrong information or was spreading rumors. There had never been a single incident in Curdun Cay where a prisoner had been able to escape, and now a whole transport had an accident with two conduits actually being able to run away? No way, that dude clearly was misinformed, she was sure of it. He had no clue who he was talking about, because the D.U.P. Would never allow this to happen. He had to be! Because if he wasn't, and the story he just told his friend was true, then the D.U.P. would get her for sure this time around. It was easy to hide from the D.U.P.'s eyes when they had no clue where to look for you. But if they had you trapped in a city, then there was no escape. Once you are in, you can't get out and they had their ways to tell apart the conduits from the bio-terrorists. They watched everyone at any time.

She had always been able to escape before they locked down a city. But if this was true, and today was already the second day, the D.U.P. was settling down in the city right at this moment. It was probably too late for her. It had only taken them two days to cut New York off from the outer world, and just two and a half weeks to take control over the entire city by building some weird scan-stations, installing special surveillance cameras and sending soldiers on patrol on a regular basis. Keeping a low profile was almost impossible under these circumstances.

And her pills. If she bought any more pills or the substances which could replace them, they would find out that she or one of her sort of conduit was in the city. It was all planned out from the beginning to the end, no way to identify possible suspects left unsupervised.

She immediately left the coffeehouse, uncertain where to go now. Should she go to work, acting like nothing had ever happened or was about to happen? Should she go and find the next transport out of the city? The harbor wasn't too far away, she could take a ferry right now. Or should she drive back home first and gather her most important belongings before trying to leave the city?

The first option was out of the question. That was the most stupid thing to do now, the chances of leaving the city were shrinking with every minute, going to work would just be a waste of time. Any hopes of upholding the identity of Isabella Smith would be in vain, sooner or later they would find out. She had to leave now! Gathering the most important belongings would take a while, but she didn't really want to lose that, she would need a couple of things for her escape and she'd feel safer not leaving any trace of her whereabouts behind. Should she take that risk? The time left for her unnoticed escape shrank with every passing second. She wouldn't take any risks, better safe than sorry, or something like that.

Her decision was made, she would abandon her things, when the threat was gone, she still could try to return and get everything that was left, if there was anything to retrieve. She wouldn't risk her freedom for some clothes, sentimental reminders and some minor valuables. It wasn't the first time she had to do something like that, so Ella would get over it. With a determined expression she began heading for the harbor.

When the young woman reached her destination, she was surprised to see a small crowd at the docks where the ferries, which were headed to locations out of town, would land. Frustrated and angry shouts could be heard and some people were waving their fist over their heads in an aggressive manner. Ella suspected the worst. And then she saw a flash of yellow before the slowly growing crowd. For the second time this day her face went pale and her whole body stiffened. Was she already too late? God, please, let that not be a blockade of the DU.P..

Slowly, she approached the crowd, with every step the tension in her body grew, making moving through the crowd rather difficult. With little struggle, she shoved her way to the front where everyone was looking while some shouts and murmurs like 'You can't do that', 'I have work to do there' or 'Why are they here' were ringing in her ears like an alarm. Her hope, that this wasn't a blockade but just an unimportant accident, was dwindling with every step and with every murmur. As she gently pushed the last person out of her way, she froze:

At least four men with yellow and black armor, black helmets and guns were standing behind barriers with the D.U.P. logo at it. Two of the men were pointing their gun barrels at the persons who were standing too close to the barrier. They were trying to retain control over the group, afraid that they would overrun the small blockade with the advantage of number of people.

"For the last time, the ferries out of town are all closed. There won't be any ships leaving the harbor today. So leave now before we are forced to use more aggressive methods."

Should she try to take them out? They were no match for her and her abilities, even with those guns. She had learned that a long time ago. But there were far too many civilians who could see her. If she used her powers now, they would probably get hit by some randomly fired bullets. And even if nobody beside those D.U.P.- Agents would get harmed, those people would certainly scatter in no time, telling about a bio-terrorist gone rogue and attacking randomly, too frightened by her abilities. Or there would be some stupid idiots who would try to oppose her, trying to play the hero they thought was needed. There was no way she would get out of town with a ferry without forcing someone to maneuver it. Not here. And the D.U.P. would certainly watch the Washington river from above, and if there were no ships allowed, then she wouldn't get over to the other side unnoticed.

Maybe she could create a small but heavy snow storm, taking their sight like a fog would, then freeze the water and run on foot to the other side. But that would take way too long, and even if those guys probably weren't exactly very smart, they weren't stupid either, and snow out of nowhere during this time of the year that was only falling near the harbor was like screaming into their faces ' Hey, I'm a conduit. Look what I can do!'. Even if the snow would give her some cover, they would find a way to pinpoint her anyways. They had managed so before. If one thought about it, it wasn't that hard, really.

She desperately thought of a way to get away without drawing in any attention. But she went out of options, She just couldn't find a way. There was no way! But she needed to get out of here. Yet, any possibility of escape right now would inevitably get her captured in no time, even if she would be able to slip away this time. They would be on her tail instantly, and she wouldn't get so lucky twice in her life.

"Skit!*"

one week later

Delsin stood before the Space Needle, admiring his work. He could really recognize his piece of art, even from down here. Now everyone could admire his stunning masterpiece and praise him. He just hoped that the dupes would acknowledge his work as well and hone it, he really tried hard to make it as good as possible. So they better did not take the tagged banner down, or else...

But he couldn't believe his ears as some people, who were also staring up to admire his masterpiece, as they called the great artist of this artwork 'The Banner Man'. Really? That was just lame, he just made a beautiful tag and was freeing this city from the crazy concrete queen and her minions and all they could come up with was Banner Man? That almost hurt! Where did all the creativity go these days?

But while thinking about a way to change this ridiculous name as soon as possible, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He quickly got it out, just to see that he got an incoming call from his brother. Great, his brother could surely give him an advise as to how to get rid of his little problem. He answered it and raised the phone to his ear:

"Delsin? I've been asking around about the escaped bioterrorists-"

In all honesty, Delsin didn't really care what his brother was about to say now, he had a more urgent

problem, and it needed to be discussed...right now:
"Do you think I maybe need a P.R. Guy?"
That sure confused Reggie, Delsin didn't need to see his face, he could clearly hear it in his brother's voice.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"People here are starting to call me the 'Banner Man' which, A is unbelievably lame."

"Uh, maybe not the best idea you hanging around the Space Needle right now."

Delsin ignored that comment and got straight back to his complaining about the nickname those people gave him.
"I mean, why not 'Smoketastic Man' or hell, just 'The Smoker'?"

Maybe all the imagination these people lacked had instead been given to him. That would make a whole lot more sense than just accepting their tasteless choice in nicknaming people.

"Look, I'll keep trying to get a better lead on the escaped Bio-terrorists. Why don't you see if you can disrupt other D.U.P. operations around there until I get back to you. You can start in Belltown, reports say that there is something wrong with the equipment already. Security cameras constantly detect something and the Tracker Drones report high bio-terrorist activity there, although they couldn't track one yet. Should be easy work for you. And then you can think about hiring a P.R. Guy."

"All right, have it your way. But do you think that might be a conduit setting all these alarms off in the district?"

"I don't know, but rather unlikely. It's pretty suspicious that it mostly happens in Belltown, but the D.U.P. has dismissed those occurrences as malfunctioning equipment. I would not really call it a lead, but it's a start and the best I can offer right now."

"Doesn't matter, that will do for now. Thanks, Reggie."

Delsin hung up, then headed into the direction of the Belltown district.

'Well, then I'm going to visit my friends the D.U.P. in Belltown and maybe, who knows, learn some new tricks.'

*Sötnos – sweetheart

*Skit – Shit

Well, that was the first chapter. Tell me in the comments what you think about it.

What is your first impression of Ella? Where did I make mistakes, grammar mistakes, wrong comma placement, logic mistakes, wrong vocabulary?

I know I left some question open like, what power does Ella exactly has (although it should be pretty obvious ;)), or her back-story. But I'll reveal those things bit by bit. Would be pretty lame if I came up with all her secrets and quirks in the first chapter.