Olympics? That’s more of an Ordinary’s thing. After all, who says a transgenic could even be a part of that stuff? Definitely not the Ordinary’s that are a part of it. They hated the unknown and transgenics were just that. The unknown. A thing to be killed. To be despised with a passion. So he wouldn’t even try becoming part of the Olympic sports. Besides… it’d be unfair to begin with. Wonder why? Because of the way he was made. Better than the normal Ordinary.

He’d be able to run faster, jump higher, throw farther… For him it was a bit unfair to even think of joining something that the people hold so very dear. And it wasn’t his cup of tea anyway. So he’d never join the Olympics. He’d hate to put the Ordinary’s to shame. It wasn’t what he wanted to do. No, all he wanted was to be accepted for who he was. The Olympics wouldn’t be that thing.

Couldn’t be that thing.

Never would be either.



Muse: Alec McDowell
Fandom: Dark Angel
Words: 170