What am I?

Ermmm my first story  just writing whatever comes to mind.....
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I always hated the sun and the heat, but it seemed to love me. My hair, my eyes, even my skin, seemed to glitter like gold.

Every time I took a picture, something happened to me. There was always a second "me" somewhere distant in the picture. He looked exactly like me, had the same pose, the same clothes on, but it was just wrong. Not... Normal. Because of these odd features, I had been known as "The God" of my high school.

I'd never been interested in dating anybody because it was like I could feel how they really were. I saw all their imperfections, all their mistakes. Sometimes I would have odd dreams that would tell me not to get involved with that person.

I never knew my father. My mother never really wanted to talk about him. I had a step father, but I really wanted to know what I really was, because I was nothing like my mother...

 

Should I continue? 

 

I messed up the last sentence ? ignore that

 

Update
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-Different Point of view. Don't want you to be confused. I just want you to know about this character. She is very important to the story. Sorry for the long update-


He was beautiful. My golden God. If only he knew how much I cared about him. I didn't get why girls didn't pour themselves all over him. He was imperfectly perfect...

I saw him walking through the school courtyard alone. His curly hair and brown skin sparkled in the sun. He sat down on a stone chair alone and scribbled on a notepad. I walked over to him and said, "Hey Hunter, what's up?" He looked up at me with his deep brown eyes. They always seemed to change color.

"Is that seat taken?" I asked. "Yes..." He said annoyed. He put his backpack down on the chair. I pushed it off and said "You're such a meanie. What are you doodling?" I saw the frame of a girl. He closed the notebook and grabbed his things. "Why can't I just be left alone?" He said furiously. He walked away and went into a classroom. His hair and eyes turned black as he walked into the shadows.

I sighed and stood up. Not the first time he's done this. I'm used to it. I looked at where he sat and saw something very odd. I picked it up and examined it. It was a tiny tube.

And it was filled with a dark, red substance.

 

Evolution. That is what humans do. Some get strength, some get intelligence, and some get.. A rare, hidden, advantage that skips many generations. An evolution designed for these times. Smarter, quicker faster. They don't let themselves be consumed by the darkness of this world. They glow, a brilliant, gold, just like the sun.


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I woke up gasping for air. I had a horrible dream about being killed by my own family members. It made me quicker, able to fight back, even if they were people I loved. These dreams hurt, but they taught lessons. They also made me crazier.

I grabbed my notebook and looked at a picture I had been drawing. It was of a girl. Of course. Carol. I rolled my eyes. "You can't fall for her... Not after what she did," I thought.

The memory flashed back into my head. I saw her dating my ex best friend. I saw them having sex. I saw her getting an abortion. I was never there, but I saw it. Every time I looked into her eyes I saw it.

"What is wrong with me?" I silently whispered to myself. "I need answers."

Father. That word screamed in my mind.

Father.

I needed answers. Maybe this has something to do with him.

I needed to confront my mother. That night I asked her to come and talk to me.


"Why am I like this?" I asked. "Why am I... Different? Why won't you tell me who my father was?"

She sighed. "I knew this day would come."

She went into her room and brought out a picture book.

She opened it, and showed me pictures, of a boy who looked exactly like me.


Except my mother was also in the pictures.


She was a child.


"Hunter, the truth is... you're not my son."

 

~update~

"Mom... What the hell is happening?"

"Hunter, you're our Phoenix. You died when I was a little girl. We used to be best friends. Until you were kidnapped. We looked everywhere for you, until we finally found you, dead, in a lake. Your parents were NASA scientists. They did something horrible, ungodly. They took your genes and froze them. Waited for technology to evolve so they could... Clone you. When I turned 16 they were looking for surrogate mothers. I happily applied."

"Mom.... Wha..why..."


"Shhhh..." She whispered. "Let me finish."

"You're parents messed with your genes. They wanted to make your mind strong, stupidly hoping you would have the same mind as the old you, the one named Hunner. While doing this, they accidentically dropped Gold into your cells. Your cells, already deformed, took In the gold and duplicated it. You are made up of real gold."

I wanted to vomit. "So where are my parents?"

"Hunter, you're strong. A bullet couldn't penetrate your skin. I've been waiting to tell you so that I could train you. To help me break into that government prison and save them."


"No." I screamed. "I'm nothing but an experiment made in a Petri dish. I go against God. I don't deserve to live."

 

Do you like or no? I'm about to give up on this story... Need honest answers to help me.. I'm new to this

 

Idk maybe it is, it wasn't meant to go this way but whatever. I'm gonna scrap it and think about it  maybe I'll make another story later