They were human.
She looked down at them with very sad eyes. After fifteen minutes of watching, she finally made a bold decision; she would go down there. Kayla cautiously walked down the stone steps. Each step down took courage for the young girl. When she was finally at the playground, Kayla walked over to one of the empty swings and sat down.
In front of her, a small group of kids were playing saucer. One of the boys kicked the ball too hard. It bounced a few times, before rolling over, and coming to a full stop at her feet. Kayla looked down at it, jumped down from the swing, and picked up the ball with both hands. Seconds later, a young girl with two tight pig-tails, ran up to her to retrieve the ball.
"Thanks," the girl smiled as she received it.
"S...sure," Kayla smiled back nervously.
"Hey, listen," the girl pointed back at the saucer field, "we're one player short and the guys are kicking our butts. You wanna play?"
"Me?" Kayla couldn't believe it, "I'd love to."
"Great," the girl smiled, nodding her head, "I'm Melanie. What's your name?"
"Kayla."
"Strange name," Melanie shrugged, "come on." She ran back to the field.
"It's not a human name," Kayla whispered.
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She honestly thought she was in heaven. Kayla never had so much fun in her life. She'd been around plenty of children, but most of the Nietzschean kids at the colony were cold and unfriendly to her. Here, however, she felt no pressure, no anger, no hate. Her dark eyes narrowed as she studied the goal carefully. This was the final shot to break the tie between the two teams. Finally ready, she charged at the ball at incredible speed. When her foot made contact with it, the ball went flying through the air at the net. The goalie ran to block the shot, but it was too late. The ball flew into the goal and ripped though the net leaving a hole with tiny flames around the edges.
For a moment the entire field was silent. They stared at the burning hole in amazement. Then the girls broke into a cheer, while the guys just stood there shaking their heads.
"That was an impossible shot," one of then said.
"That's inhuman," another whispered.
As the people dispersed from the field, Kayla walked over to the goal post and leaned on it. She could feel adrenaline rush
through her body.
"Great shot," Melanie came up to her and placed her hand on Kayla's shoulder, "let's see one of the guys make a shot like that. Kayla, are you okay?" she asked in concern, seeing Kayla's face twist in an expression of pain.
Kayla didn't know how to answer. In truth, she wasn't feeling very well. She felt dizzy and her lower arms were soar.
Instinctively, she rubbed them in hope that the pain would go away. But it didn't. Her hands felt something wet and she opened her palm to see what it was. Her palm was covered with it. A red, we substance. Blood!
Melanie saw it too, "Oh my God, is that blood?!" her hand flew over her mouth, "Kayla, you're hurt. Let me see." She drew
forward.
"No! Don't touch me!" Kayla pulled away. Her arms felt like they were being ripped apart from the inside. Suddenly, three bony spurs shot out of each arm. They looked sharp and very lethal, their points dripping with Kayla's blood.
"You're...you're," Melanie couldn't say the words, "you're Nietzschean!"
"No!" Kayla cried, "I swear I won't hurt you. Please don't be afraid."
But Melanie didn't listen, just turned and ran. Kayla sank to the ground, tears running down her face. This was what she was afraid of most; the human children were terrified of her. All because she was Nietzschean.
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