Softly padding across the room, she leans her head against the door. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxGLtsvzMsV
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYjnyPQjrQ7
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3m10FNvwyW
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ741rN8pKXc
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgPW568rRNJ
A light scuffle echoes throughout the room. She freezes. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeGqH7kp1Ay
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7b4n3E5Emp
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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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmGgU4rrz2d
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmtwk9xHqdk
She grips tightly at the body of the pen, roughly scribbling down on the paper. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkXog03z9BG
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfHO3w14NuP
And they never will, she firmly swears to herself. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiZSG7tAN7d
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4WzgscTilZ
For that reason, she needed to make haste. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6TIa0AYrI8
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAdtpufIo4y
SCRITCH! SCRITCH! SCRITCH! 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6YNzi2SgdE
The scratching sound goes on as she writes, mouthing every word. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCDo9d0kliL
"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." 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2kcoODi78W
She heavily emphasizes, underlining the word as though it was the root of all her affliction. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqcZZwlxSFX
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVUaSAExwb2
She forces her attention back to the paper, writing faster, her strokes more fluid now. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjcvyW3Zfk4
"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.923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDMman8mXqc
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMin4lRp5YA
"A much more evolved species of men that could launch an inter-species war on a whim," 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wEe12ai3m
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu97yeMGc9F
The guard, the owner of that memory, witnessed it all as his former comrades were disintegrated into ashes. She still shivers from that thought. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTsNmXQ2YTR
"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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4PPigiSy1S
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrxRm6PT0MJ
"Contained," 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVi7ZkyoHsc
She had watched as they dragged the body into a cell. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbNHSlWgkTf
"Studied on, tortured," 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjJvCuNerQ2
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.923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2AaQrpev9L
"And eventually killed." 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoPTKbiKT1A
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAqDeauUElE
"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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL0UrL5fsaS
"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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYietG7q4Of
"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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQfR9LchGLl
"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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQqhzRC52oD
"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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAB0EimNUML
"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.923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFM2NbiW6Gs
"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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxsFHgaYJKm
"The Revenants were divided into six distinct factions. The Tk designation. They are known to move objects with their mind. We call them Strikers.923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdcbBRBN5ir
"The J designation also known as Jumpers who can teleport from one place to another.. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQH9nwl6YNn
"The M designation also known as Medics, a team of healers whose main ability is to heal any wound or injury. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqiqZDp37Bw
"The S designation, a rare breed of clairvoyants that can see precognitive visions of the future. We call them Seers. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG5XnDCgp5l
"The Tp designation, also known as Readers, skilled with the ability to read and manipulate the mind as they wish. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8KbE5ztDPz
"I was supposed to be a part of this faction before I was transferred to the X designation. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPMyZ2NMdhK
"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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzfs4Q6n3eG
"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..." 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzkSdSBeWJ0
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The doorknob twists and turns. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCVtOrXowBC
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUC00ArVEP3
Eyes closed, her chest heaving, she waited for what might be the longest seconds of her life. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVm4usK1n7D
The door creaks silently, the sound of footsteps closing in. She wills her lungs to breathe regularly. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9yy6aDS1u
Any second now, she muses. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTdTUim8gE4
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkzgarCJPET
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs8AeBTutQS
However, that wasn't the case. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaxVMVJUPQM
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBCmRnYdCdY
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSe4qfhZ4V1
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. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ46IvDN1qcE
The fire strews on, her control over her faculties ebbs. She closes her eyes. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8lMKBsF5Jr
Now. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGU47nJzGQ9
With the last of her power, she surrenders herself to the fire. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYG19oWY6W9
Meanwhile, her mind, still intact, floats away. 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1iINoIvQLe
"I am Nichole Lieren Duchesne, I am seventeen years old. It had been...I am Nichole... I am.. I am..." 923Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZFZH2atrEM
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