Cursed (Cursed Superheroes #1)

Cursed (Cursed Superheroes #1)

Jessica Sorensen




Prologue


Leader



“There’s a war coming.” My colleague stands in front of me with a worried look on his face.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” I take a drag of my cigarette and lean back in the chair.

He huffs in aggravation as he begins to pace in front of my desk. “How can you be so calm right now when evil is everywhere?”

“No, it isn’t.” Smoke laces the air and circles my face as I raise the cigarette to my lips. “Not yet.”

He stops pacing and faces me. “Maybe, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t coming. The portal to the paranormal dimension has already started to open and soon every paranormal creature will be invading our city.”

“Not every paranormal creature is evil.”

“I know, but the ones that are…” He shudders. “They’re going to tear the city apart.”

“No, they won’t,” I assure him, reaching forward to put out my cigarette.

He raises his brows. “How can you be so calm after everything you’ve been through? Considering your history with the paranormal, I thought you’d be more concerned about this.”

“I understand my history, and I understand the danger in our future.” My tone is clipped, but I don’t care. He shouldn’t have brought up my past. “But, like I said, they’re not going to tear the town apart.” I rise from my chair. “Because we’re going to be ready for them.”

His brows furrow. “How can you possibly be ready for something like this?”

“Because I’m building my own army.” I pick up a folder and round to the front of the desk. “I’ve found five candidates that, with the right training, should be able to protect our city.”

He takes the folder from me and frowns. “Look, I know our facility has been experimenting with creating the perfect superheroes, but so far none of our experiments are strong enough to take on the paranormal.”

“I know that,” I tell him, tapping the folder with my finger. “This is a different experiment. One that should create creatures strong and powerful enough to fight the most powerful evils of all.”

He opens the folder and reads the first page. “Wait… Are you thinking…” He glances up at me in astonishment. “You want to create our own paranormals?”

I nod. “What better way to fight the paranormal than with the paranormal.”

“But how will we control them?”

“By getting them to trust us,” I say. “And by leaving a bit of their humanity in them.”

His shock skyrockets, which I expected. While my ideas have always been a little out there, even for a place like this, this is by far my most insanely brilliant idea yet. “Wait? You want to turn humans into paranormals?”

“Part paranormals,” I clarify as I walk up to the window and stare out at the rooms stretching across the warehouse. In each room, doctors perform procedures to enhance abilities in humans to make them quicker, stronger, faster, super inhuman—superheroes. “They’ll still be half human, which will help them fight against the evil urges the paranormal blood will manifest.”

He remains quiet for a while. “But isn’t it a little cruel to do that to someone who’s innocent?”

I tuck my hands behind my back. “That won’t be a problem with any of the candidates I’ve chosen.”

“And why’s that?”

I turn to look at him. “Because my candidates are cursed with darkness already. And when we bring them here, they’ll already be dead.”





Chapter 1





Sometimes my life feels like a movie. Unreal. Plastic. Plastic houses, plastic furniture, plastic town, and me, a plastic doll living in the midst of the fakeness. My best friends are the same way. We’ve always been popular, always get whatever we want. Everyone loves us even if they don’t know us, and everything seems to work out perfectly for us.

It’s not like I hate my life or anything. I like it, and I’m completely grateful for what I have. But sometimes I wish everything wasn’t so… easy.

I live with my two parents in a three-story mansion on the highest hill in Willow Crest Falls, and the entire town looks like a field of fireflies at nighttime. My dad is a well-known lawyer who works high end cases and makes more money than we know what to do with. My mom has spent her life raising me while becoming a respected socialite. She oversees every town charity event and was even given the key to the city, which basically means she was given a large, shiny key that’s too big to fit into any door. It’s perched on the mantle where everyone can see it.