text: [Themes: fantasy, fantasy]
  
  Thousands of years ago, a Roman scientist was conducting experiments on people using strange chemicals harvested from the ocean floor.
  
  He discovered that combining these chemicals with the blood of his patients caused strange malformations to process within the body.
  
  Several months later... only three of the patients lived. He called them Metallicis, or, Metallic in Latin.
  
  The Metallics' blood ran silver, bronze, and gold. Their eyes changed from dark hues to the color of their blood, or close to them.
  
  The gold-blooded... he could shapeshift to any animal form.
  
  The silver-blooded... wings sprout from her back, white feathers on top, which slowly faded to silvery-gray.
  
  The bronze-blooded... his skin blended into anything he stood near, like a chameleon.
  
  The Metallics were the first of their kind, but certainly not the last.
  
  [Author's Note: In a world where the Bloods and humans mix, there is bound to be bad blood between the two. Try to fit in and make the right choices to ensure your success within the world of Metallics. *Will be multiple chapters posted separately.]
  
  > A New Age - Next page
  A New Age of humans rose from the Metallicis. The gold, silver, and bronze bloods had children, and they had children... and so on until the blood had morphed and changed, creating new colors and new morphs.
  
  Now, the blue, purple, orange, and yellow bloods existed.
  
  Time passed, and now, in the modern day 2000's, over half of the population had the blood.
  
  > Types of Bloods
  Color _______________ Morph
  
  Blue _______________ Gills and slightly webbed fingers/toes
  
  Yellow ______________ Faun or Centaur
  
  Orange _____________ Heightened smell, sight, and hearing. Slightly quicker speed and reaction time.
  
  Purple ______________ Grows a tail and longer ears, can be like an elf or a neko
  
  Red ________________ Completely Human
  
  Bronze ______________ Chameleon qualities - rare
  
  Silver _______________ Wings - rare
  
  Gold ________________ Shapeshifter - rare
  
  > In the Beginning...
  The year is 2013. Your character can be male or female, so it's fair. I know there aren't a lot of stories like that, and I figured I'd make one. You can pick your way through the story, and depending on what you pick, you can alter the course of your future. Oh! And my OCs will be most of the characters you will interact with. Please message me if you like the story or have any suggestions or concerns or whatever. Thank you C:
  
  > Colors
  Ring.... ring... ring...
  
  Your alarm clock wakes you from your deep slumber. You groan and sit up, allowing the motion sensor to detect your movement and turn off your alarm clock.
  
  The home computer system greets you with the date and your agenda, just like every other morning.
  
  Good morning, (your name.) It is June 10th, 2013. It is 6:30 AM. Today is your last day of school. There is a message waiting for you on the main monitor.
  
  The generic computer voice speaks through the speakers in the hallway of your small apartment. You live alone with your father; your mother died when you were seven.
  
  You get dressed and proceed to eat breakfast as you check the message on the home computer. Your father left a short message tell you that he went out hunting today and wouldn't be back until late. As a 15-year-old home alone, you enjoyed the days he was out hunting. At least he wasn't sitting around and acting lazy, like usual. Your father was pure human, there was no metallicis in his blood. You weren't sure about your mother though.
  
  > To school...
  The first 10th grade field trip was a trip to a nearby woods for a scavenger hunt related to your English book. You went with a small group of friends and completed the assignment quickly, then decided to dope around.
  
  David, your black-haired male friend sat down on a fallen log and pulled out a rugged copy of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.
  
  A crabbier friend, Drew, sat on the log near David, but sat down too roughly and fell off the back, much to you and your friend's amusement. Bonnie collapsed into giggles and Wren shook her head with a sigh. You sat down on the other side of David and looked into the book over his shoulder for a little while.
  
  Then a teacher blew a whistle, calling everyone in.
  
  What a day. Do you decide to....
  
  > go home?
  You return home and sit down to watch a movie after changing into sweatpants and relaxing some. Halfway through the movie you start to feel a little sick, and decide to stop the movie and rest in your bedroom.
  
  > Morphing
  A piercing scream cuts through the quiet apartment...
  
  Why does my back hurt so bad?!
  
  Your father comes running into your room, just as you roll over and let out another cry. A high fever causes sweat to drip off your face as you try to stand, falling to your knees. Your father catches you and gasps. "Son/Daughter, I... I think you're a silver blood."
  
  Your dark red blood soaks your bedsheets. However, the blood had just began to change colors, now including a shimmery gray tint.
  
  What caused this?
  
  Once a Blood turns 15, a few weeks after their birthday they begin to Morph, and their morph depends on what color blood they had.
  
  How?
  
  Usually these morphs are very painful, and last anywhere from 2 to 6 weeks.
  
  Your shirt was ripped in two small places, where the wing bones had began to grow. They were about four inches long already, just from one night of growth.
  
  Your father (whose name was Edward, but you called him Ed) helped clean up your bed and your back, giving you medicine in-between. The meds kicked in quickly and you were soon asleep on your stomach on the floor.
  
  > Six weeks later...
  Luckily for you, school had ended six weeks ago, right as you had just gotten the morph. Those six weeks had changed a lot for you. A wonderful pair of feathered black wings had grown in, stretching to your mid-thighs. Your blood now ran hot and silver under your skin. Your eyes had changed from (regular eye color) to (color) flecked with bits of silver.
  
  Little did you know, you were the only silver blood currently alive. All others had died decades before you.
  
  Ed (your father, remember?) told your friends about your morphing, and you had plenty of Happy Morphing! gifts, including an entire new wardrobe of shirts with button-backs designed for silver bloods. Black market, of course. No one, especially Ed, wanted anyone to find out about you. You had to stay hidden for the time being.
  
  But now, you and Ed had a nice cabin in the woods, hidden from scientists and the government. Though hiding so much was hard for you, your friends visited often and treated you normally (thank god, no special treatment).
  
  Authors Note: Okay, so the actual storyline will progress now. More contact with "your" (hehe) friends and such. Onto the next page!
  
  > Changed
  I am a changed person. Literally though. I have wings. They actually work, I've tested it.
  
  Sun blazes down through the leafy treetops, reflecting off your black feathers.
  
  This is surreal--I never imagined that I would be able to fly...
  
  "Hey! Down here!" Bonnie skips over a pile of sticks by a lawn chair in your back yard. Flap flap, your wings woosh past you, stirring up the air around you and messing up your (color) hair. Wren follows Bonnie closely, though stepping past the chair less enthusiastically.
  
  You dismiss the slight pain that jolts through your ankles as you come to a somewhat rocky landing. Surprisingly, you hadn't broken your ankles yet, so that was a plus. "Hi guys, when did you get here?"
  
  Bonnie grins excitedly. "Just now. We wanted to come visit you now that you're healthy again. David and Drew should be here soon too."
  
  I love my friends. They're care so much.
  
  The three of you sit down, and you allow them to admire your wings, so you keep them spread out. "Has anyone else began to morph yet?"
  
  David and Drew come stumbling over the pile of sticks in the pathway, perfectly timed! David smiles, his black cat ears twitching and his fluffy tail waving around. "Guys, I morphed last week!" He sounds so excited.
  
  Drew follows close behind. "I got tested, and I'm full human. It kinda sucks," he admits.
  
  The two boys sit down and you all have a long talk, catching up with one another.
  
  Do you...?
  
  > invite them to stay for a bonfire?
  "Would you guys like to stay for a bonfire?" You ask your two female and two male friends.
  
  Bonnie: "Yes! Sounds like fun!"
  
  Wren: "Sure."
  
  David: "Sure, I just have to call my mom."
  
  Drew. "Yeah, why not."
  
  The fire crackled and spat red hot embers into the sky. Six bodies sat around the fire, laughing and telling stories.
  
  Ed joined you guys and you had s'mores over the fire as you told silly stories. The best one, though, had to be Bonnie's story about her and her aunt tossing paint at a wall-sized canvas and what the picture looked like after, but that's another story to be told.
  
  The fire began to die down, and your friends had to leave. Exhausted, you went to bed right away.
  
  > Off to bed.
  Ed shook your should violently. "(Name)! (Name)! Wake up NOW!" He was sobbing. You wake up startled and disoriented, hurrying to get up and let your eyes focus a moment.
  
  "Dad, what's wrong?"
  
  He shakes his head. "You need to pack... Agents are here for you. They found you." He sniffs and looks around your room for the suitcase you had, and sets it on your bed immediately.
  
  They found me already...? Impossible...
  
  They followed your friend's trace straight to the cabin.
  
  "(Name)! Snap out of it, they're furious that we hid you! You need to go now.." Ed helps you pack and ushers you out to the kitchen.
  
  Four men with guns standing near your stove eyed over your wings and whispered amongst themselves a moment. One of them steps forward.
  
  "Impressive, (name). Only silver blood to be on record now." He holsters his gun and rubs at his stubble of a beard before telling the other men to grab your suitcase and put it in the Jeep.
  
  "Tell me, why did you hide from us?" You shake your head. All of this was just a blur--it happened too quickly. It couldn't be real. It couldn't.
  
  "(Name)." He says, sounding more serious.
  
  "I...I don't know. I've heard stories of what people do to Bloods like me," you answer.
  
  The official nods his head. "Ah, yeah. Common misconception. Just work with us and there will be no problems."
  
  Sounds like he's bluffing.
  
  "Fine. Where are you taking me?"
  
  "A research facility in Northern Washington state. You'll only be there for a month at most."
  
  Ed trembles in the corner of your eye. There was something he knew that you didn't. He was trying to protect you by hiding you.
  
  The man steps forward. "But we must leave now. A heli is waiting."
  
  The officials allowed you to say goodbye, but you felt rushed. Soon you were in the jeep and you were off to a Heli pad.