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Adolescents with super-human powers began to disappear, taken from their homes by mysterious men driving deliberately bland vehicles. The 'House of Powers' was where they were taken. Imprisoned and experimented upon, often in gruesome and violent ways, the prisoners banded together and fought their way clear of the facility; led by a small core of test subjects.
Three weeks after they achieved freedom the escapees had split up, either alone or in small groups, so as to hide from their pursuers. The facility may have been destroyed in their escape but those behind the project have not yet given up and they want their lab rats back.
"Mum, why is that man wearing a blindfold? Is he playing a game?"
"Sssh, Harry. I'm sorry, he didn't mean any harm by it."
Julius turned towards the sound of the mother apologising for her child and smiled.
"No harm done, if my friend here was a little bigger he'd know, I'm sure." Through his second 'sight,' Julius could see the mother glancing down at the small yellow labrador puppy sitting patiently by his foot. She agreed, apologising once again, before heading off and lecturing her child about his lack of manners. Julius turned his attention back to the wall of stocked items in front of him and sighed in exasperation. Although both of his eyes had been taken over three weeks ago in the 'House of Powers' he had developed a second form of sight which used his ability to read air currents. Through it he could still read his surroundings, often better than those with normal sight could, but details like colour were lost forever to him; not to mention the deprivation of his favorite activity: reading.
A soft nuzzling at his ankle reminded him of his companion. He bent down and picked up the small yellow labrador puppy, a mere two months old by his reckoning. He and his escapee partner, Allister, had found the puppy abandoned in a cardboard box in a public park. A newborn, Julius had persuaded Allister to let him keep the small dog under the pretense it would eventually help to disguise him from their pursuers. He had named the small puppy with his nickname, to remind him that this life on the run wouldn't last forever and they'd eventually be free for good.
"Come on Caesar, I can't tell the difference so you choose for me." He held the puppy closer to the shelves and it sniffed around before pawing at an item. Trusting the dog's judgement Julius put the item into his shopping basket and headed towards the checkout. After making a show of asking the cashier about which money he had in his wallet and getting the unfortunate man to count the cash several times and then separate the notes so that Julius could pretend to distinguish them by touch, the blind adolescent and his faithful companion left the supermarket.
"Allister and the others will be waiting for us, come on."