Fruit of Superpowers
Language: en
The chill of early spring still clung to the air on the day of the memorial, the familiar scent of blooming daffodils filling my senses. I watched as my sister, Scarlett, snatched the metallic-looking power fruit from the table without a moment’s hesitation. Her movements were swift, almost rehearsed. In that instant, a cold dread seized me – she’d come back, too, carrying the ghosts of our past life. In that first life, she’d chosen the immunity fruit, only to be dragged away by the labs as a test subject due to her unique physiology. I, wielding the very metal power she now coveted,…