Walking was boring, driving was boring, everything was boring, but when it came to skating at high speeds around corners?

Nothing came to my mind to describe it as I sped through the cars of the bustling city.

People honked at me when I passed them, but I never gave them a second look, I just kept speeding through those dangerously sharp curves.

There were only a few people who could keep up with me, and they were dead.

Murdered, really, and you are wanting to know why Im going so fast right now, don’t you?

Im running, from what, I do not know.

But I was running, as fast as I could.

Ricochet blasted my side, and I knew that they had caught up to me, and I panicked.

Breathing out, I dug my heel into the ground and pushed, and did not stop until I was stroking.

I swung around a corner, keeping to the inside curve and then going out wide to gain the utmost amount of speed.

“Can’t catch up to me now, eh?” I laughed out loud, slowing down to head down an alley.

The two who could keep up with me were, in fact, my brothers.

Me and my family are not in any way super humans, only the fact that my parents had sold us for an experiment.

Now I could handle my body the way those super heroes can on TV.

Being able to handle the stress put onto my body and the pain was, at first, very hard to get used to.

But that was years ago, now some people want us dead, just like the doctors who made us like this.

They’ve succeeded in killing my two brothers, but me they would not be getting.

After I had rested for a little while, I headed back to the clinic.

“Hey Jess? Im home, anything ya want me to do for I go off to bed?” I called, pushing my jacket off onto the floor and stepping out of my skates.

A blonde headed, normal looking women with satin brown eyes poked her head out from around the corner to the kitchen.

“Not really, did ya get chased again?” She smiled at me and shook her head.

“When are they gonna learn they will not be able to catch you.” She stated as a fact and motioned for me to go take a shower.

“I don’t stink.” I grumbled, walking up the stairs and making a B line for the bathroom.

With a towel slung over my head, a pair of baggy pajamas on, and my hair dripping onto my back, I headed to my bed room and slung myself down.

“Just another day in the life of “Misaki’s Great Tales of Struggles!” I laughed, then sighed as I rolled over and laid my head on the pillow.

Jess would get mad at me, and I’ll probably get sick, but I couldn’t help falling asleep.