"We can no longer save the world by playing by the rules."
Society is gone. The earth, damaged beyond repair, has turned against everyone. What used to be a beautiful home for all life has turned into a darken nightmare. The skies are filled with storms and smoke and ash, the sun too harsh and the moon always hidden. Most of the population is gone. Even decades since the last world war, what humans remain still fight among themselves. They still kill each other. But the world is growing quiet. Time is running out.
The New Government is anything but kind. Seeing no other future for the world they have now turned for the worst. They steal children, taking them deeply underground, for the sole purpose of creating the ideal Superhuman. If only it were that simple. Thousands have died, too weak for the powers forced into them. Others have been disposed of, their powers too strong to control. The ones released above the ground have never been heard from again. Nothing is changing.
When a hidden facility is destroyed and a handful of young adults escape, they alone become the top most hunted people alive. The Government wants their experiments back but the experiments want something so much more. They want to live.
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There had been only a handful of times in Clay's life he had been truly suprised. If someone would have told him a year ago that a fragile girl with a mouse face would be healing him in the middle of the woods, Clay would have thought they were crazy. And yet, here he was. But with every good thing that had ever happened in his life, there had been something else to counteract it. Some were worse than others, this being more on the worse end. When The Legion had injected Clayton with the radioactive poison all those years ago, it had felt like his whole face had swelled. Like his lungs were going to explode; like he was drowning. This feeling, the one he was experiencing now, was the same. It happened so fast that he wasn't sure what was happening and he panicked, his eyes wide as Deserae choked him with wind. Or more like, lack of wind. Anger, desperation, fear, helpless, and pure rage. His thoughts became so scrambled he couldn't think straight and by the time it was over, the only thought left was kill. With a huff of rage Clayton turned, knocking all the trees over behind him with just his thoughts. His breath came in ragged puffs and his hands shook. Then as quickly as the feeling came, it dissolved. For a long moment Clay just stood, his back against the group. Finally, after what seemed like years but was only minutes Clay spoke. "Did they kill all your brain cells when they changed you?!" Clayton gritted out, turning to face Des and the others. "Is your head so warpped, are you so big headed, that you can't just accept when someone is trying to protect you? Trying to help you!" Taking a step towards the silverhaired girl Clay snarled. "I could have let you fight until you were too tired to keep going, I could have let you wear yourself down and The Legion take you back to that fucking hell or kill you. I could have let you fucking freeze to death when you wandered off into the wonderland that you created. I have tried nothing but to help. I don't believe I have once attempted to hurt you or anyone else in this group." Laughing, Clay ran his hands through his hair, pacing over to the water. "You think I have to speak to control things? When you were suffocating me just now, did you really think I couldn't have told you to stop breathing too? That I couldn't have willed your body into a deep sleep that you could never wake up from?" Leaning down Clay picked up a stone and tossed it, watching it hit a bigger rock further down the stream. "Don't you ever physically harm me again. Because I don't have to stick with any of you. I didn't grow up inside that place. I had a life before the fucking sector." Taking in a deep breath Clayton straightened back up and turned to look from face to face. "And I don't know about the rest of you. But I'm tired. And hungry. And if there is some city near by, I want to hurry up and get there." Without waiting for an answer Clay began to walk again, heading the direction they had originally been going. He didn't care if anyone else followed or not, his eyes scanning as far ahead as he could see. He was over this. As much as the ideal of having friends appealed to him, he had been alone for too long. And he wasn't going to get caught again. The walls he had let fall the night before came back up thicker this time. Clay didn't take being purposely harmed lightly and his face still held anger