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Tesiphone Gweareth
I am Tesiphone Gweareth. I am 18 years old and alone. My child hood was a good one for a while...It was my mom, brother, and me. We all lived in a nice little condo in South Carolina. Everyone always told me I had a really bad temper, and that a rage burned inside me like an inferno. That’s why my mom had my middle name changed to Rage.
But, there was a really sad day a while ago...someone came to the house (I know it wasn’t a house, but I called it "the house") and said he needed to talk to me. He was really good looking, and he tried to use that to get me (then I was only 14) to sleep with him. I always kept a small knife taped to the side of my nightstand that faced my bed, I used that against him and ran to tell me mom. She held me tight and we tried to get out, my brother always behind us with his prized blade and a bat. We made it to the door...and we turned to look for Damion (my brother) but he was lying on the floor about 10 feet from us. *stifles a sob* we didn’t even hear him fall. He was surrounded by a pool of his own blood. Then, all of a sudden, Mama's arms weren’t around me anymore, and I did hear her fall down. She fell at my feet, her throat slashed. I think I screamed then...but I don’t remember. I was so scared, how was this guy killing? I couldn’t see him anywhere. The next thing I knew, I felt him grab me from behind, I took one last look at my family, and lost it. And I’m not talking sobbing crying, boo hoo crap... Oh no. I flew into a rage I think hell would probably be in awe of. I screamed at the top of my lungs, turning, I proceeded to attempt to beat on the intruder with a speed and strength I didn’t know I possessed. Once I had him on the ground, something clicked in me again, and I ran. I ran straight out the door, forgot the elevator, dashed down all the stairs (we were on the 4 floor) I ran down the street, thanking God the whole way that there was a fire station right next to us. I burst into the building and started going off about everything that happened to the firefighters and EMTs. Some of them tried to comfort me, but I was beyond that, I still had the rage in me, I felt like I needed to kill. Some of the others went to look at the seen and did whatever it was they were supposed to do.
After all was said and done, I was of course forced into foster care. I hated foster care with a passion. And it was really hard because I had really bad dreams all the time, and nobody knew what to do with me. A year to the day my family died, I began experiencing some odd things going on with my mind and body (and it wasn’t puberty, alright?) I started getting hot at time, and whenever I touched someone or something, I'd burn it. Foster home after freakin foster home I went until I came to one, the one I stayed at longest, and I saw that man again. As you can imagine, I flew into another rage. He told me that as was as it was supposed to be. I asked him what the hell he was talking about. He told me that the day I flew into a rage at my old home, he had given me powers. He told me that was why I was getting so heated all the time. He said he could teach me to control it so I didn’t burn things anymore, and that I could control when I got heated. I told him I didn’t want his damn powers and that he could take them and go to hell. He just laughed. He said if he did that, I'd prolly die. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife they had, I hurled it at him. It hit him right in the middle of the chest. I loomed over him to watch him die like he watched my family die. Before he died, he told me that my powers were to manipulate fire and heat. I was getting heated all the time because my mind was manipulating my body heat. He died, I was still pissed off.
Now, as for where I live: I don’t really have a steady place. I get random jobs where I can find them and then find living accommodations around the job so I can walk to it. I don’t have a car, I cant afford one.
For 4 years I had to teach myself how to control my powers. It was hard and stressful. I had to balance a job and this new "gift". Now-a-days, I am very calm, unless provoked beyond my point.
