Softly padding across the room, she leans her head against the door. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwteCNJclh6
Satisfied of the absence of the sound of footsteps from the other side, she crouches down under the bed, keeping in mind of the precious seconds ticking by before another set of footsteps would descend outside her quarters. She reaches down at the foot of the bed, trailing her hand upwards until it slips between the metallic springs underneath the mattress. Feeling the smooth papery texture against her fingertips, she grabs the thin ream of paper as well as a small ballpoint pen beside it. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMjiO6N5kX1
Standing straighter now, she looks around her, a reflex of paranoia she couldn't quite shake away. She glances around the room, looking past the eerie darkness that occupied the room and takes a deep breath. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0tGhK3A84n
Though some would feel consumed by the darkness and even fear it, all she felt was gratitude for peace and relief. For it was only in the dark can she truly find herself safely hidden, protected from the ever-watching eyes. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuYgq9e3YI9
She treads quietly to another side of the room where a dim single shaft of light flows through a tiny frosted window. Huddled into a ball, she sits under the sparse light, the thin ream of paper on her lap. In her left hand, she shakily hovers the pen's tip on the fine surface of the paper, uncomfortable to the long unfelt feeling of writing. Delicately, she adds pressure to the tip, watching in fascination as the ink follows every stroke of letter. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrgeysK9eHI
A light scuffle echoes throughout the room. She freezes. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCKO86qrJ6q
She sharply looks up at the door across the room, waiting for any sign of movement. After a few moments when no one from the other side had decided to open the door, she turns back to the task at hand. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaDurwRERXQ
This was her only chance.924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDYnD2CMGvf
After so many years of devising a way to elude them from truly getting to her, from reaching into her mind, she had managed to patiently wait, taking note of their routine and finding for a way to escape. Little did they know, that beneath her pathetic excuse for failure, she had uncovered an unlikely skill. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7lIdGJg69H
Days passed, alone in solitary confinement, pretending to be unconscious while the wards were down and a few staff where sent to deliver her meals, she strove to master her abilities. And although she knew that the longer she stayed, the more she used her abilities, the bigger the chances are that she would be eventually caught, she had to try. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN1AaY2JI7M
She grips tightly at the body of the pen, roughly scribbling down on the paper. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhp3frPEXAl
It was a couple of days earlier that she caught wind of their plan. She knew they were on to her. Somehow, they knew that she wasn't a Failure, that she was hiding something. Luckily, they never had the means to find out. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9qIRu4Kjke
And they never will, she firmly swears to herself. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD1402VOk9A
Still, that didn't change the fact that they had planned to dissect her mind, strip her of every thought and memory until all that's left is a soulless corpse devoid of any thought or emotion, a person much worse than them. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzQB6kHE00o
For that reason, she needed to make haste. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4YAym7WL0i
Using most of her scarce energy, she had managed to 'persuade' one of the guards to provide her with papers and a pen during one of his meal runs. And now the first part of her plan is about to take place. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBXN2oyq1ra
SCRITCH! SCRITCH! SCRITCH! 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBlL8Wes4v
The scratching sound goes on as she writes, mouthing every word. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY5iPeN8YEa
"My name is Nicholle Lieren Duchesne. I am 17 years old. It had been...ten(?) years since I was taken from my home and I... am a Misfit." 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlretg01abm
She heavily emphasizes, underlining the word as though it was the root of all her affliction. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdldOiEBVPo
She glances over her shoulder, eyeing the metal door of a small cubicle cemented at the corner until she catches her own reflection staring back at her. No matter how bad the lighting was, her eyes still stood apart from her other shadowed features, carrying with them an unnatural silvery glow. The same glow that betrays her own kind. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEtYUlB82AA
She forces her attention back to the paper, writing faster, her strokes more fluid now. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9zt9mKXgur
"No one knows where we came from or how we can become what we are now.
"Some people say our history traces back to the evolution of men, where we were descendants of the gods before us, a last link to a lost civilization punished by the gods themselves, cursed to walk the earth.
"Others would simply wave it off as genetics," she absentmindedly traces her forefinger on the inside of her elbow to where a scar covers her skin.924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ix5edg24V
She can still feel the pinprick sensation of needless being injected into her, leaving her dazed and numb, unaffected by the sound of the various fluids gurgling near a machine as they were pumped into her. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡooqtXBYU6Y
"A much more evolved species of men that could launch an inter-species war on a whim," 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt76vQ9P1wE
Like her, she almost writes, picturing an beautiful and ethereally pale dark teal-haired girl covered with flames, a crazed look in her eyes as she soaks in further into the fire, immersing herself fully into the blazing inferno of destruction. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk9lFCij6t4
The guard, the owner of that memory, witnessed it all as his former comrades were disintegrated into ashes. She still shivers from that thought. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA0goARvWhb
"We were feared, viewed as a threat to the existence of men, a plague that could bring another evolution along with the complete obsolescence of their kind. Maybe that's why we were hunted," she trails off, her mind briefly recalling another memory, this time rooted from a direct experience. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpsSAe1PV5a
She had barely stayed for a day, being shown around the grounds when she saw one of the test subjects on the brink of freedom when suddenly he was shot by one of the human guards. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOpMc9LRtJh
"Contained," 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkGG9W1piMt
She had watched as they dragged the body into a cell. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuJz4OE7qPh
"Studied on, tortured," 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXT4LwPR3z2
Continuing with her tour, she had found a glass room beside the cell and inside was another test subject strapped unto a chair, screaming as she received shock after shock of electricity. She tried to push her hand against the glass wall, willing it to reach her, only to be scurried away.924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWcHpYBWnvP
"And eventually killed." 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJvtvGJ0hdB
With a last glance, she hesitantly turned her back from the excruciating scene. She needed not to look to see through the guards unwavering eyes and know what they were seeing. A flat line on the screen. Blood dripping down from her eyes, nose and ears, towards the white linoleum floors. The sudden silence welcoming death as it sweeps over the place and embraces the lifeless body. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsEvBIHBR3f
"I don't exactly know how the Forebearers did it back in their time, hiding their true selves, masking their existence within the constant masses of humans. They had managed to do so for a few hundred years and through time. Eventually, as time went by, their abilities waned, bloodlines diluted as they further interbred themselves with the humans. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCU8ClAQskP
"But then the war of all worlds came. The further it went on so were the countless rates of death took toll. The Allies and the Central, both opposing leagues, took every armed force they could find useful for battle. It was at the brink of their desperation that the Allies searched for a new kind of weapon. Living, breathing weapons. Super soldiers that could fight their war for them with little risk of casualties and a definite end to the impending doom the war harbinges. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0NmFmYVu96
"And that's where we came in. They began the experiments on potential 'candidates' - people they found to possess a certain degree of unique and extra-ordinary abilities. The 'Potentials' were rounded up, evaluated individually, separating the strong from the weak. Whoever passed were then taken to a process called the Transition, where their dormant genes were awakened. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw56P3YSgz3
"However, it came with a deadly price. Most of the candidates survived the process while some who didn't were considered as 'Failures'. For those who belonged to the first group were then called as Revenants for having survived death. They were then added to the ranks of war. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8Xnl2IrCp
"Using a conditioning process, an implant was wired into their brain to control and limit their abilities and their emotions. The sensation was a kiss of death to their own humanity. However, during the process, there were some who still regained it and wanting to live their lives, they rebelled against the humans and escaped. They blended in with the humans and tried to live normal lives. No one has ever heard of them since. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhg09OeaKxH
"Those who remained continued to work for the Regents, a covert government sector that was given charge over the Revenants, tasked to capture and silence any activities of our kind. They were situated and housed far, far away from prying human eyes and in a large gated community called the Dome.924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjfAkroGlnX
"I was only seven when the strange men came into my house. They took me away from my father and my brother and into a place called the Hive. They said I was special, that my mind works in a way that others can't and that I needed to control it before I hurt someone. It was there that I found out about the others and that I wasn't the only one. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT1gayA5XeV
"The Revenants were divided into six distinct factions. The Tk designation. They are known to move objects with their mind. We call them Strikers.924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmbqBVisuBb
"The J designation also known as Jumpers who can teleport from one place to another.. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4oX7JrZtYH
"The M designation also known as Medics, a team of healers whose main ability is to heal any wound or injury. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCvbHZ96bPu
"The S designation, a rare breed of clairvoyants that can see precognitive visions of the future. We call them Seers. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXrD65RFZIG
"The Tp designation, also known as Readers, skilled with the ability to read and manipulate the mind as they wish. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1G9Rr0I5D6
"I was supposed to be a part of this faction before I was transferred to the X designation. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkBfyvgeN1H
"Also called as Misfits, we are the recent faction to be added to the Order, barely half the number of the entire S designation or as old as the other factions. Though we may have no specific order for our skills, we all possess raw and unknown high-gradient abilities that we have no control of. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXc4RwYQDI5
"The Regents tried to control us only to fail. And so, they viewed us as volatile, unstable, unpredictable, a threat to order. But I know differently The Regents fear us, of what we can become, of what we can do, of what we can bring. It will only be a matter of time before that happens and when it does..." 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrfBa3c3SQ4
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The doorknob twists and turns. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu9KfOIv16E
Shuffling the papers into a neat pile, Nicholle makes a dash towards the bed. Deftly, she shoves the papers and the pen back between the bed springs before lying back on her bed. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpX1s4Bt9lt
Eyes closed, her chest heaving, she waited for what might be the longest seconds of her life. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVVZMZMr9FK
The door creaks silently, the sound of footsteps closing in. She wills her lungs to breathe regularly. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNaQCIl6QTC
Any second now, she muses. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFrTl8UGCQZ
She hears a velcro strap being opened, heart beats pounding. Sounds of whispering fabrics passes by, she feels a gloved hand graze her cheek as they moved a few locks of her hair out of the way. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaLfQ3YNaot
She flinches at the sudden feel of the cold needle prickling the side of her neck. She painstakingly waits as the person finishes the injection and leaves her. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF42JJrEfNs
However, that wasn't the case. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuIxLSu1NRG
The relief was momentary when another pressure begins to welt inside her neck. Like a fire, it burns, spreading to every part of her, boiling every bit of blood in her veins. Her mouth wide open, she gasps in its scorching intensity. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9KkexmSbNw
She opens her eyes. She searches for the person who had inflicted her torture, hoping to beg him or her for reprieve. She found no one. Instead, all she could see were blurry shapes, obstructed by her overflowing tears of agony. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUi5qbwPEPa
She turns her eyes to the ceiling, biting her lips from screaming. She will never give them the benefit of hearing even the softest mewl from her lips. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMkDPktIMVh
The fire strews on, her control over her faculties ebbs. She closes her eyes. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkIQMHKY6jV
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With the last of her power, she surrenders herself to the fire. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFQI1rH5r9N
Meanwhile, her mind, still intact, floats away. 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTouATNgQXN
"I am Nichole Lieren Duchesne, I am seventeen years old. It had been...I am Nichole... I am.. I am..." 924Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp1JGqyyaYG
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