Sarah_roof

Jack, an adopted child, grew up as a military brat, a term endearing yet fraught with its own set of challenges. Raised predominantly on various military bases, Jack's childhood was a mosaic of new places and faces, each move scripting a new chapter in his life of constant change. Known for being a part of a community that dealt closely with the harsh realities of guns, violence, and death, Jack also experienced the deep camaraderie and brotherhood that such environments foster.

However, his life took an unexpected turn following an incident involving his unique abilities, leading to his relocation to his uncle's care. This shift from a military base to a civilian lifestyle marked a significant change for Jack, especially as he prepared to attend a regular school for the first time. The transition raised several questions: How would Jack, with his background steeped in military discipline and exposure to intense scenarios, adjust to the everyday life of school?

The challenge of making friends and fitting into a less regimented, more unpredictable social environment loomed large. Would his peers understand or accept his past and the mature, perhaps guarded, persona he had developed?

Adding to the intrigue was the introduction of the mafia leader’s daughter, a character whose presence promised to weave complexity into Jack’s narrative. What role would she play in his new life? Would she be a friend, a foe, or perhaps a catalyst for unforeseen events?

As Jack navigates these transitions, the story unfolds, exploring themes of identity, belonging, and the impact of one's past on their future.

101 ways too survive

"hey kid wake up", i yelled as i went to wake up my nephew.


as soon as i put my hands on him to shake him awake.


his body jerked up and his hand shot to my wrist with a painful grip, his eyes coldly stared into mine as his face wore and expressionless emotion. it was like he was awake but wasnt here.


"kid....you ok", i softly spoke as i waved my unrestricted hand infront of his face zoning him back into reality.


"y-yeah sorry uncle max", he said coming Back to earth.


his grip slowly eased and let go of on me and a pulsing hot sensation came back to my wrist, as jacks coal black hair covered his icy blue eyes that held regret.


"ngh hey its ok kid, dont worry about it. anyways kid were here at the house", i chuckled, the kid looked at me and nodded as he got out of the car and as soon as his eyes laid upon the mansion, they went wide as if theyd pop out of his head.


damn, i looked at the wrist he had grabbed and around it is black...and still really hot, it had a tingle feeling....Lightning??


 like his mom, but lightening isnt that strong though. if anything it slowly deteriorates the body the more its used...hes gonna have a hard time in that school, all the kids in it are B-class rarely C-, and A- if theres a genius.


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