1 Prologue

One-third. Thirty-three point three-three percent. That's the amount of people in this world that are born with powers. You heard me, powers. Don't get your hopes up just yet though, it's nothing like the movies you've seen. It's hell. Those with powers, the Enabled, are above those without, the Disabled, in every way. While the Disabled aren't slaves under the rule of the Enabled (yet), the two groups are segregated in every way. Schools, playgrounds, neighborhoods, and even job priority. Disabled are scum. That's what we've been taught. I'm scum. My parents too. My friends would be, if I had any. However, even within the ranks of the high and mighty Enabled, there is a hierarchy. There are those with low tier powers who are barely above us Disabled. Even the authorities are in on it. I bet if someone were to murder a low tier or a Disabled, the police would hardly even care. Actually, I know from experience.