[ WP ] A person 's eye colour correlates to what superpower they have , activated at age 18 . You are the first person to be born with totally black eyes .

In this world, one look into your eyes and your path is set in stone. It is common practice that schools would check your eye color before sending you to class. Your eyes told them what sort of abilities you had, after all. 
 
 There really were no special abilities associated with brown eyes ( unless you were just different from the mass, but they could n't tell until later ). It was common, average, and they were off to regular classes where you obtained a `` normal'' education and went off to fulfill jobs that were considered `` normal''. 
 
 Blue eyes typically meant physical, more athletic abilities. Blue eyed humans were almost always physical Adonis who competed in sports, more often than not. Idols who were glorified for their physical prowess and, for some reason scientists still have n't properly reasoned, beautiful appearance. 
 
 Hazel eyes usually meant extreme intelligence and charisma. These people were shepherded off to classes meant to foster their intelligence, mold them to become societal leaders, scientists, researches, innovators! And their successes, as expected, furthered growth. 
 
 Green eyed people had powers related to nature and I know it sounds cliche. But they were normally shipped off to academies in warmer regions of the world that specialized in plant life, stocked with all species known to man. There, these green eyed children would learn the importance of nature, preservation, and would use their abilities to save what humankind had ruined years ago. Their efforts have made a difference, our world is greener than it was years ago. 
 
 Silver, amber, and others? These were somewhat wild cards, most of the time parents had to send them off to academies geared to helping young children and teenagers figure out what they will have and learn how to control unique, almost inexplicable abilities when the time came. Magnetism, telepathy, rubber physiology, the list were endless. They had a way of testing the eyes to discover the abilities with 99 % accuracy. Many of these people belonging to these eye colors will become the heroes of cities, using their abilities to combat someone who might have gone rogue, using their abilities for bad, evil. Others were just locked up, determined to have the most dangerous abilities with no chance of being able to control it. 
 
 The deterministic system might seem cruel, harsh almost, but it worked, at least until I came about. 
 
 Black. My eyes were completely black. Doctors thought it was their fault first, `` maybe the light was n't bright enough'', `` maybe my tool is dirty'', `` this kid should have brown eyes, *why am I only seeing black*?'' No one ever had black eyes - even purple or red was seen more than black ( wild cards, as I mentioned before ). The same panic that spread throughout the world when the first golden eyed child appeared a hundred years ago returned now that the first black eyed child appeared. 
 
 Now, growing up was a bit rough as people were *scared* of the possibilities since even in the academy with their testing and discovery... the result came back inconclusive. I was ostracized by many even in the academy. What sort of abilities would I have? Would I join the prisons filled with uncontrollable abilities? Or, like my eye color suggests, join the group of evil with my unspeakable abilities and threaten the world order that currently exists? Why was I so different? 
 
 So because of that uncertainty that shrouded my eyes, I grew up *practically* friendless. I did befriend someone who did n't care, a girl by the name of Rosemary who had the sweetest silver eyes and determined to be a magnetism user when she turned 18. She, like me, believed eye color should n't matter, that our world placed a little too much emphasis on the eyes. We only met briefly during lunch, before I was pushed into a special class created for `` unknowns'' aka `` just me'' and she off to magnetism lessons with other users. 
 
 The big day finally came, and the academy was already prepared for my big 18 -- I was placed in a containment chamber with blast shield one-way windows. They were giving me a chance to show what I could do -- after all, black eyes and inconclusive testing could just be a false alarm. So, I sat there on the chair they provided in the middle of the brightly lit white room that had absolutely nothing but a mirror I knew was an one-way window. There was a vent which I was sure would send in sedatives immediately if I was considered a danger. 
 
 I sat there, waiting for my fate. *Tick, tick, tick*, I thought to myself. 
 
 Suddenly, I felt a sharp ping in my chest, caused me to wince a bit. I heard the speakers immediately flicker to life, asking, `` How do you feel?'' I guessed the second hand just ticked past the time I was born 18 years ago. 
 
 `` Nothing,'' I lied, for I did feel something bubbling inside me. I was able to hold it in. It could either be some unknown power or gas, I suspected gas to be honest. 
 
 I could hear the speakers shut off. I could imagine the conversations going on outside. Then, the door that I had entered the room with, and was carefully disguised as part of the wall slid open. 
 
 `` We've determined that you're not a threat, false alarm,'' the man besides door said, little smile on his face was filled with relief. I shrugged and walked out. 
 
 Yet, the feeling in my chest just would n't go away. 
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 eh, do n't know where I'm going with this, just wanted to create a prequel setup. 
 
 edit: some typos/grammar issues. and okay c: maybe once i find time, i'll write out more
