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"No matter who or what you are. They didn't care. To them we are monsters. To them, we are a threat. At least that's what they say to themselves to justify what they've done. Despite your background, we've all ended up on the same road. The path they have forced us down brought us together for a reason. Let's make that a reason we choose."

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Sleeping in your bed, on the way to school, resting at home it didn't matter. Eventually, they came as they did for all the other children. At least for all the children still living. Whether it was expected or not the outcome was the same. Men and women clad in all black military garb gathered you along with many other children your age and stuffed you into an old community gym for about a day.

The atmosphere was chilling. No talking, no moving around, nothing. Even the bruised and battered kids weren't given any medical attention. At about midnight it seemed was when everyone was finally moved. Walking outside you saw long lines of buses. Some already had kids within them. You, along with all the other kids, were jammed into a bus that had been slightly modified. There was a gate in the front and two guards with M16's along with the driver carrying a pistol stared each of you down as you entered the bus and forced to sit. The drive was quiet except for a few younger kids silently whimpering. It was like this for a few hours.

When the bus finally slowed to a stop you noticed the sun peeking through a few storm clouds. How long had you been near all these people and didn't know a single name? As you exited the bus a PSF pushed you towards a somewhat medium sized building. It looked like an old administration building. As you walked in the building an overpowering smell of permanent marker and rubbing alcohol filled your nose. You could see kids standing in lines and others walking out of side offices. The ones in lines were forced into rooms just as others left them. Those that had left the rooms had some colored X's on their backs. A majority of the older kids eyed the X's knowing exactly what they meant.

There were five colors in all. Green's and Blue's had no difference other than the X on their back. Yellow's had rubber gloves on their hands. Red's were handcuffed around the back. While Orange's had some sort of muzzle while also being handcuffed. No one smiled. The place around you was full of tension and fear coming from both sides.

Just as your group that you entered the building with was about to start being examined something happened. Suddenly from the back of the room and from a few of the side rooms surges of electricity shot out. The whole building felt like a large magnet in a matter of moments. Then fire burst onto multiple PSF's causing them to writhe in pain. A kid in the back who had his hand on the neck of a PSF screamed, "Everyone RUN NOW!"

Some kids did as he said. A few dropped to the ground in a panic. Some stood in shock. It didn't matter what you did because seconds after the kid yelled to everyone a shot rang out through the room and a noise that seemed to be produced directly inside your brain caused you and all the other children to writhe in pain. Some instantly began vomiting. The experience was horrid.

After a few minutes the noise stopped and despite the echoing effect of the pain in between your ears, you were able to stand when a PSF lifted you to your feet. In front of everyone were five kids, one was shot, and a few PSF's with an important looking man standing near them. "I was planning on waiting to introduce myself to you all after everyone was screened, but it seems I may need to do this now."

He walked back and forth in front of you all. "Listen up! I am Lieutenant Colonel Aiden Anderson. Here, my word is law. As long as you do what I say your time here will be at least slightly pleasant. Now, I want every last one of you to look at these five and listen to what I say. Never try to escape, hurt a PSF, or break any rules set before you. Otherwise, this will happen to you." He signaled to the PSF's standing behind the five. The guards swiftly moved into action beating the kids as a punishment. Once they were done all five were bound and moved out of the building. Anderson looked at the kids before him and said, "I recommend you forget about your lives before now because that is gone. Today begins the rest of your life. Get used to it." The man left after setting a large ultimatum over each of your heads. What shall you do now?

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@XandryaLucy McAllister

After a few more moments you are called forward and led to a small room holding only a desk and a table with some device on it. An older woman wearing a lab coat looks to you and says, "Hello. I need your name and if you would so kindly lay on that table there. I need to scan your brain real quick to make sure everything is all right." Whether you do these actions quickly or slowly doesn't affect the woman much. She appears to be half asleep right now. After the machine is done scanning you she asks you a few questions pertaining to how it feels when you touch people. Once she's done with you she gives you a few clothes and marks an Orange X on your back. She then produces something that looks like it's supposed to cover your mouth and handcuffs. "Now, sweetie. I apologize for this but you are going to need to wear these otherwise you may get hurt. Your new powers are not only dangerous to others but they are also dangerous to you." She waits for you to put on the muzzle like item and then proceeds to handcuff you behind your back and then sends you away.

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@RawkBryson Darga

Instantly after the Lieutenant Colonel left the room the non-injured PSF's began moving again as if nothing had happened. One grabs a hold of your arm and leads you to a side room shoving you inside. A short hyper man is instantly in your face. Asking you all sorts of rapid-fire questions. He seems to be in a rush and wants to be done with you as quick as possible. He practically forces you onto a table with some sort of machine on it. Once the machine stops he asks for your name and then walks behind you marking a Blue X across your back. Then just like that, you are shoved right back outside the room.

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@EverAddison Torrez

You are given a good amount of time after everything that just happened due to being towards the back of the line before being moved into a room. Once you enter a younger woman is sitting behind a desk typing away on a laptop. Without looking at you she asks for your name and instructs you to lay on the examination table. She simply waits silently pecking away at the keyboard until you answer and does as she says. Once the scanner completes its job she asks if you could showcase your ability. Whether you do this or not she still places a Red X on your back, handcuffs you, and instructs you on what you are to do next.

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@alexfangtalonAlex Hill

After the scene that happened before you, a PSF grabs you and takes you to a different smaller room. There a plump older man looks at you and request you give him your name and asks for your color. Whether you respond to the color question or not he has you lay on a table and proceeds to scan you. When the machine finishes its job the man shoves rubber gloves at you. Once you grab them he turns you around marking a yellow X on your back. He then says, "Don't remove those and you'll be fine."

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@alexfangtalonKatie Pruett

You have time to gather yourself after watching the scene unfurl before you. After a few minutes, a PSF pulls you into a small room. The young woman gets straight to business and requests your name and tells you to lay on a machine to be scanned. After a few seconds, the machine finishes whirring and the woman forcefully marks a Blue X on your back then ushers you out.

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All of you, whether those last few moments were smooth or not, are lead out of the building along with other kids by some PSF's. Walking outside going past a few more buildings and some tents something clearly noted by all are the large numbers of PSF's and the tall barbed wire fences surrounding nearly everything.

You walk down a pathway and then are separated into groups of ten. You are then moved into a cabin alongside those nine other kids. The keys to the handcuffs some are wearing are tossed into the cabin and the door is then locked. Tension and fear is high, but does anyone dare speak?

“Yo!, what the f-”

“Shut it kid if you know what's good for ya!” The man was in his face before he could blink, a barrage of questions being thrown at him, one right after the other before the boy even had a chance to answer the previous. The only question that he'd been able to answer was when asked about his name.

“Bryce.”

“What? Speak up runt!” The other spat, bits of drool running down the side of his greasy mouth.

“BRYCE!"

A mixture of fear and anger washed over the kid, confused at why the little man was suddenly pushing him around like a rag doll, holding his arm where a bruise was mostly forming from being manhandled earlier.

“What are you doing?” Bryce asked as the man did a great job of it ignoring him.

“Why are we here, dammit??”

But the kid's questions continuously fell on deaf ears as he was pushed onto a table and shackled by the wrist and chest as a machine loomed overhead, humming as it scanned with a red laser beam across the boy's face and elsewhere.

“Get up jerk!” The man yelled, quickly unlocking the straps and, in the same motion, pulling him by the arm up and off the cold stainless steel table. “Now get the hell back out there!”

The kid stood against the wall, holding his stomach for fear of vomiting and doing his best to calm his own nerves while watching the many other kids who were in the same mess -or worse- as he was. This was insane, the whole process went by so fast, first being pulled away from his friends and family and now this...herded like cattle to some unknown fate and having no control over the variables. Bryce surveyed the room and, while he wanted to break down and cry like many of the other boys and girls bruised and battered, he held it back. His head screamed for mercy, his insides churned like a vat of boiling lava, and muscles were tender from the physical abuse since his capture, but the kid stood strong regardless knowing that a complete breakdown wouldn't help his current situation anyway.

It was uncomfortably quiet in the small cabin. Cots were lined up against either wall, and the lone handcuff key lay on the floor waiting to be picked up. Lucy looked at the others girls there, and it was easy to tell they were just as scared and as shocked as she was.

She slowly stepped forward, careful as to not startle any of the other girls or even herself.

Once she was beside the key, Lucy knelt down on the floor facing away from it. She felt around for the key until she had it in her hand, and then for the next moments, she attempted to remove the handcuffs. She was unsuccessful the first few tries, and one of the girls standing around who looked to be a couple of years older than her stepped forward, offering to help with the handcuffs. Lucy gladly accepted the help and thanked the stranger once her hands were free and the muzzle had been removed as well.

"Thank you," she finally spoke, waving over some of the other girls whose hands were also handcuffed behind their backs. Lucy and other girl went on to free the hands of the rest of the group without so much as saying a word to each other. It seemed that for the moment, they were all scared of making any wrong moves.

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Alex woke up in a groggy state. He could feel the chill of the floor and something around his wrists. He soon realized that he was laying on a gym floor and was handcuffed. Looking around he noticed a few others similar to him had limited movement. The atmosphere was tense. With the same black armor-clad men and women watching over him and many other children, Alex felt anger more than fear. He could fell his hairs standing on the back of his neck, and then they began moving.

How long had he been out for? Walking outside he noticed the sun had already gone down. He remembered being grabbed early in the day. The bus ride wasn't any easier than the gym stay. No one seemed to make a sound save for the few younger ones whimpering silently. Alex didn't know if he should feel sympathy or pity for them, but he knew this wasn't going to get better soon.

When the bus came to a stop and the small rays of sun peaked through Alex got a good look at his surroundings. There was no way he could count all the PSF's around him and the other children. The fences were taller than he could tell from the distance he was, but the barbed wire glistened as if asking for someone to get their skin caught on its sharp points.

Once in the building, the mixture of constant movement, the smell, and his grogginess caused his head to spin a little. When the lightning and fire started shooting around the room Alex quickly dropped to one knee to assess the situation. He couldn't find the source of electricity, but when he saw fire coming out of a boy's hands Alex thought of Sadie and how she had been lying on the ground when he passed out. He had zero time to worry when suddenly a piercing ring shattered through his head.

He fully dropped to the floor trying to cover his ears to no avail. He started to feel a gag reflex when the noise finally stopped. While on the ground he noticed the five perpetrators of the commotion, but once he was pulled to his feet he saw the Lieutenant Colonel. A look of sheer anger appeared on Alex's face at what the man said and had done to the five.

Before he could think of anything else Alex was jerked aside by a PSF and shoved into a room where a man seemed to be waiting. At the man's questions, Alex simply responded, "Alex Hill. What do you mean by color?" The man waved his hand and pointed to a machine saying, "Just lay on that table over there."

Alex did as he was instructed just so that he could be done with this quickly. When the man handed Alex the gloves he eyed them with a look of confusion. He was even more confused when the man turned him around and marked the X on his back. Alex slowly shoved his hands into the gloves and left the room.

As he was being moved again alongside the others Alex looked around trying to get a feel for his surroundings. Alex didn't want to stay here long, but there really wasn't anything he could do about that. He just didn't know it. Once they were escorted to cabins and left unsupervised Alex began looking around the small room trying to find a way out. When he found nothing he turned to the others he was trapped with and he said, "What kind of crap have we found ourselves in?"

Katie Pruett

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Katie and her remaining schoolmates had been gathered in the school's auditorium to make it easier on the PSF's to get them at the same time. All the kids looked to their teachers with downtrodden faces and none of the school staff seemed to show any remorse.

In the community gym, they had been taken to Katie sat quietly among her few peers. They were among the first in this transfer group placed within the community gym awaiting transport. Two of the boys had tried to fight back but were shut down quickly and handcuffed. The whole time they were there it was agonizing to just have to sit and wait.

Once they were loaded into the buses Katie had all but lost hope that anyone would be coming to save them. All she could think about was if her mother and sister were safe and about the faces and actions of the school staff she and her peers had so deeply trusted. It wasn't gradual the speed at which she began to hate all adults. She had done NOTHING wrong, but they were treating her and these other kids like this.

A scowl was permanently on her face from the moment she stepped off the bus up until the explosion of chaos in the large room. A boy in front of her began running knocking her to the ground. It wasn't like she wasn't about to be there soon anyway. The sound that assaulted her brain at its very core was excruciatingly painful. Covering her ears didn't seem to help whatsoever.

When the noise finally subsided she slowly began to drag herself to her feet until a PSF pulled her all the way up. The sight before her was revolting to her. How could these people do this? And what did he mean by their old lives were now gone?

Katie takes a few minutes to try and locate her past schoolmates, but can't find any of them before she is rushed over to a side room. Before she can react a woman says something. "Name."

Katie scrunches her face in confusion and says, "Katie Pruett." The woman motions to a device and says, "Lay there so I can scan you." Katie reluctantly does as the woman says in order to avoid punishment. Once the machine finishes the woman marks a Blue X on Katie's back which heavily confuses her then sends her on her way.

On the path to the cabins, Katie primarily eyes the various X's while also occasionally looking at a PSF's gun. Once inside the cabin, Katie watched as one of the handcuffed girls struggled to free herself until someone else decided to help her. She waited until they finished freeing everyone else then said to the group as a whole, "I don't know where we are, but we should keep an eye out for each other."

In a matter of seconds, the overly eager guards set up a perimeter around the large room and began quickly and efficiently rounding up the kids. Bryce tried to keep back out of the rushing crowd, but was instantly caught by the arm and pulled in line by one of the patrols. The kid's initial instinct was to protest and loudly, to pull away and run the hell out of the building, but the big, bad, ugly men holding the guns were in charge, and he really didn't want to die today. Fear and confusion was their tactic it seemed, and the quicker the soldiers shoved the group along like cattle, the less time anyone had to think about what was going on.

“Move it ‘long, scrappers!” One of the men yelled in what seemed to be a thick, southern accent. “Ain't got all day!”

Bryce glanced around even while being pushed and shoved by not only the soldiers that remained in lockstep along the sidelines, but the other kids themselves as most were in tears and a general panicked state. The buildings they'd passed outside didn't seem all that remarkable, rather plain in fact, but nothing he'd ever seen before regardless.
Was this another school? A detention center? Hell, perhaps? Bryce couldn't help but smirk at that last thought, wondering if he'd be stuck as a kid for the rest of his life in the fiery pit. Although, as of yet, he hadn't seen any pits.

“Alright creeps, I need groups of ten, now!” The same southern-accented man demanded, as kids were split into separate groups and shoved in different directions. Bryce was first in the line and had a front row seat to just how badly that same soldier smelled once he was mere inches from the boy's nose.

“Onions.” Bryce mumbled. “Definitely onions.”

“What’d ya say boy?” The tall, sweaty, roughneck put a finger against the other’s forehead. “Say one more word, runt.” He hissed through yellowed teeth and killer breath. “I dare ya.”

The kid stood still the best he could, as the man just pushed against his head and walked away with a smug expression, opening the doorway to one of the cabins just a few yards away. One by one, all ten kids, a few with different color markings on them, and others with handcuffs, we're shoved into the small cabin that smelled like an old basement that hadn't been aired out in decades.

The soldier pulled the key for the handcuffs from his pocket and tossed them in the center of the room. “Have a pleasant stay, pups.” He said with a wry grin while closing and locking the door securely behind him.

Aside from the rapid heartbeats, uncontrollably heavy breathing, ambient noise outside of the room, there was silence amongst all of the kids for what could have been an eternity.

“Anyone for a game of charades?”

Bryce just had to be the smartass...

Addison didn’t really register getting onto the bus with all the other kids. She didn’t even really notice the bus ride or them being lined up in some large room. She had been in a daze for most of it, which most would say would be due to shock. She had only learned of her parent’s deaths maybe 5 hours before, or had it been 4? She wasn’t exactly sure anymore, all she really knew was that they were dead and she was all alone in whatever this horrid place was. She walked slowly with the others, not really knowing or paying attention to where it was she was going. All she was doing was following the person in front of her because someone was pushing her from behind. Unlike all the other kids, she didn’t look around or take notice to the kids in the very front who were receiving some form of screening.

It wasn’t until the chaos started that she snapped out of her thoughts. Her eyes went big when the armored men around her burst into the flames and she instantly started looking at herself to see if she was ablaze too. She looked up when she heard someone say run, but before she could really register the words a terrible sound started ringing in her head. It was unlike anything she had ever heard or felt before. The pain was almost unbearable and made her stomach twist into knots. Just when she thought she was going to vomit from the amount of pain coursing through her head, it stopped and a man’s voice rung out over the crowd of children. He was angry and just the sound of his voice instantly annoyed her. She didn’t listen to his rant, her head hurt too much to pay attention to whatever it was he was saying. The most she heard was “do not escape” and then all of a sudden she could see 5 kids starting to get beaten. The man walked away not long after that and then all the lines began to move again once the 5 were dragged away.

Addison had been towards the back of the line and it felt like forever before she was led into a smaller room away from the others. A younger looking lady with a lab coat sat in the back of the room with a chart resting in her boney hands. She didn’t bother to look at Addison, but instead continued to stare at the chart in front of her.

"Hello. I need your name and if you would so kindly lay on that table there. I need to scan your brain real quick to make sure everything is all right."

Addison didn’t respond for a moment. Her eyes glanced over to the table and then back to the woman, who still didn’t even have the common curtesy to look up at her and ask the question. The woman doesn’t say anything more, she just simply waited and clicked her pen a few times.

“Addison Torrez,” she said, reluctantly going to lay on the table in the middle of the room. She hadn’t really wanted to, but there didn’t look like there was many other options for her to take. The scan was finished rather quickly and as Addison sat up the woman asked her to show case her powers in a bland and uncaring voice.

This time Addison didn’t bother to answer at all, causing the two to glare at each other in silence for several moments. Finally, after waiting for a good 5 minutes, the woman stood with a sigh and picked up a marker to place a giant red X on her back. She then grabbed both of Addison’s hands, which caused her to jump and struggle for a moment.

“Doing that won’t help you and is just a waste of both our times.” The woman hissed in her ear as she grabbed a pair of handcuffs off the table and latched them onto her wrists.

“What the hell?” Addison yelled angrily, trying her best to whip around to look at the woman again. However, she was shoved out the door and taken by the arm of one of the guards outside before she could say another word. She struggled briefly in his grasp, but this only made his hand tighten on her arm to almost a painful level. Addison stopped struggling after that and let the strange man lead her away with some of the other kids with Xs on their backs. For the first time since she arrived she really looked around, no longer in her daze, and started to truly realize just how much her life was about to change.

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Two years passed by slowly. Everyone's lives became monotonous. What made it worse was that everyone was separated. Nine was the largest number of people you could even speak to. You were 'allowed' to work alongside those of the same sex within your age group. Eating was done in an old cafeteria building. Only the restriction of age group was applied here. Male and female ate alongside each other, but a major rule enforced across over the whole camp was no speaking except within your cabin.

Everyone found a way around that. Someone, you don't know who, with the help of their cabin mates developed an unspoken language of foot tapping and knocking on hard objects. It took a long time to get everyone to the point of understanding, but the Oranges helped with that. By now everyone within the camp knows exactly what the colors mean. Some began embracing their categorization and trained every moment that had within their cabin. Some abhorred their abilities pretending nothing was different about them. It didn't really matter though because the hope of escaping was gone from a large majority of the children.

Not all had given up hope, but it was hard not to. Other than the catastrophe from when you first arrived, there was one other attempt to escape. It was by one cabin that had an orange who seemed to have lost his mind. He had become good enough and his cabin mates had lost so much hope that he was able to easily take over their minds and attempt to break out of the camp. It ended quickly. The moment the ten were spotted outside of their cabin the white noise was turned on, and they were captured

The Lieutenant Colonel decided that from then on that every other week for 15 minutes the white noise would be turned on. It happened randomly but was excruciating. There was no getting used to that kind of pain. No one dared try anything again. Yet, recently a message has been going around that the time was coming. The time to escape. Everyone was informed to get ready for a signal. The origin of this message was unknown but some were able to link the message to the arrival of eight kids. Eventually, you and all the other kids noticed that the white noise machines hadn't been turned on in a while. It had been about three weeks since the last time the noise had invaded your ears.

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@alexfangtalonAlex Hill, @Takida InigoKoren Delton, @RawkBryson Darga

The tension in your cabin has been interesting. Half of you have constantly tried coming up with ideas to escape yet don't work together. The other half seem to be complacent. Last week the Reds and Oranges of your cabins were taken away. The night that happened was filled with silence. No one knew what to say about it. Even if it was a tiny bit you each hoped they were okay and that the rumors of them being killed off weren't true.

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@alexfangtalonAlex Hill, @RawkBryson Darga

Tonight felt even lonelier than normal. One of your cabinmates had apparently gotten himself in trouble and was in solitary confinement again. The remaining members of your cabin are the two Yellows, Alex and Andrew. The two Blues Bryson and Raymond. The other Green was Michael. The last any of you saw Koren was at dinner time. As the small number tried to get some rest suddenly the ground began to shake and you hear an explosion.

Some of you quickly duck under your beds in anticipation of the oncoming White Noise. Waiting for about a minute each of you realizes that it's not coming.

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@XandryaLucy McAllister, @EverAddison Torrez, @AlwaysHarper Azalea Cartella, & @alexfangtalonKatie Pruett

Your cabin has been fairly peaceful. Everyone has been fairly kind except for one girl who refuses to speak with anyone else. None of you even know her name. During the two years, everyone has supported each other in their own way. When Oranges and Reds started disappearing from their cabins some feared that your cabin could be next anytime soon.

Tonight the oldest girl in your cabin, Jasmine, who has been voted as the de facto leader of your small group got most of the cabin together to play a small game of truth or dare in an attempt to keep everyone's hopes up. The game is just about to begin when an explosion off in the distant grabs each of your attention. Some of you hunker down anxiously awaiting the white noise. You eventually realize it's not coming and one of the girls, Annabelle, begins walking to the door.

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@Takida InigoKoren Delton

The room you were in was fairly familiar to you. You've been in this room almost half the time you've been in your cabin and typically it has not been your fault. For some reason, the PSF's chose to, in plain terms, bully you specifically. Maybe it was because they wanted to see how much it would take to break you. Maybe they just liked throwing you into solitary because they 'know' that you pose no threat to them as a Green. What they don't realize is that an unwatched Green can be more dangerous than any Red.

Solitary is barely even watched and you know this. You know that it's just a matter of waiting for the right opportunity to get out of this room and sneak off in the night. Whatever plan you've been formulating, however, has just had a nitrous boost flooded into it as an explosion not very far from your location can be heard. You can hear gunfire almost right next to you and if you peak out the small hole in the wall you'd see kids and adults alike rushing the PSF's.

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As each of you looks to the outside you can see PSF's running about and some kids fighting them. Among the kids are even a few adults. From the looks of it, the ones fighting the PSF's are wearing white armbands and are easily overrunning the men and women clad in black. What do you choose to do?

She did not know how long she had been here, or anything of the sort. Her mind was not an accurate calendar, she lost count of the days long ago. She had heard that it has been two years from some of the other girls, but she didn't believe it was true. It felt like much longer in her opinion. The days passed by, each one being longer than the next. The torture and the pain killed, and the same activities bored the hell out of her. She continued on, trying to cause as little trouble as she could. She had faced some of the consequences, and it was something that she could not stand. Even before she entered the gates that surrounded the gates she knew it was nothing good she was getting into to. The long bus ride, holding an unbearable silence, that throughout her days at the camp followed her. Walking in the gates, she saw others, around her age working. They wore shirts with various colored X's. The shirts were labels. She didn't understand it then, but soon after she found out, when she was given her own label. Orange
The fact that she heard different rumors on how the red and oranges have been disappearing terrified her. It hasn't happened to her, and she also hoped that it didn't. Where the reds and oranges went was unknown. This fact didn't make it any less nerve-racking, especially here. People have disappeared a few times, and she remembered their faces. She never once saw them return to the camp. Her best guess would be that they were gone. She did not want to be gone. Even though she hated the camp, she would trade anything in the world to not die with in the walls.
Her mind focused on the topic, not letting it slip in her mind. Maybe if she was careful, maybe if she was good they would forget that she was there. The thought kept her somewhat warm, but it didn't do much. In realism she would need to escape to avoid her fate, but escaping was deemed impossible. She thought of ways, but nothing would work.
"Lets play truth or dare." She heard one of the girls say.
Harper looked up turning her head to the direction of the girl and shrugged. What did she have to lose? Truth or Dare wasn't her favorite game in the world. Most of the truths bored her, but the dares she enjoyed. She would like the truths more, if she didn't have the power that she did, and she could always tell if the others were lying. She had managed to figure out how to master her power, and had used it quite a few times. The PSF did not tend to catch it most times. She admitted it was risky, and she framed from doing it around them, but at times she just couldn't help it. Every time she used it she wanted to use it more, and she had completely disregarded peoples privacy to do so. She got headaches here and there from it, and when her friends realized she did it they were not impressed. "Sure. I'm in."
She waited as the game was making its way into progress. They got everyone who wanted to play gathered around the circle. "Who want's to go first?"
The question was never answered.
A loud noise interrupted there game. Harper, jumped at the sound eyeing the others around her. What was that? An escape attempt maybe? She quickly stood onto her feet, running to her bed. If it was an escape she knew what would follow. She laid down, covering her ears with her hands. She closed her eyes.
She waited moments afterwards, for it to begin, but there was nothing. Not a single peep. She opened her eyes, looking around at the others. What in the world? She realized that the others had a similar expression. She rolled her self up, getting onto her feet. She saw Annabelle going to open the door. She got up too her feet, standing behind Annabelle.
A loud sound and no white noise. Were they going to be saved? The thought rushed into her head, a rush of glee fleeing through her, though she quickly calmed it down. Chances were low.

That day had started out like any other torturous day. Stuck in the same routine with the same saddened faces. Not that Lucy minded, but their expressions were a crude reminder of her position every time she attempted to daydream back to the good old days when the most she had to worry about was finding a playdate for her free time on the weekends. But her life wasn't as simple anymore, not when she was a couple of weeks away from becoming a teenager and thus had a much better understanding of everything that had happened to all of them up to that point.

Later in the evening, the oldest girl within their cabin, Jasmine, asked for anyone who was interested in playing a game of truth or dare to join her. The thought alone watered Lucy's eyes, nearly making her cry. Despite what they go through everyday, Jasmine manages to push aside her feelings to make the rest of the girls feel just a tad better. Her selfless act left Lucy momentarily at a loss for words before she let them know she was joining them.

Pushing herself up off of the creaking cot, Lucy walked over to the center of the cabin where she sat cross-legged waiting for the remainder of the girls who wanted to play. She was looking forward to the game when a loud explosion drew her back to reality. Her first thought was that they were all about to horribly die in an airstrike attack. The idea wasn't so farfetched given what they had endured up to that point, and the rest of humanity probably didn't want them anymore anyway.

But the airstrike didn't happen, nor did the crippling White Noise that one would usually expect on a regular basis. Silence followed instead, coupled with confused and scared faces from the girls in that cabin.

"What in the hell is going on?" Lucy got to her feet with a sense of urgency, rapidly walking over to the door just beside Annabelle. She walked past Harper and before sense common got a chance to direct her next move, Lucy opened the door just the slightest to take a peek outside.

Not much appeared to be out of place except for the quick-paced footsteps outside and the loud, verbal commands. But that was something that they were more than used to at that point.

"I don't see anything," Lucy said in a low voice, opening the door all the way before she stepped out into the cool night. When the other reds and oranges had been killed, it hadn't been this dramatic. On top of that, she was sure as hell they were next, but the explosion wasn't anywhere near their cabin, so that only added to the confusion.

Lucy then slowly began to walk, almost like a zombie who was drawn to the chaos.

The kid couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent an entire two years anywhere on the planet, and he sure as hell didn’t expect it to be a concentration camp for wayward juvenile freaks in the middle of nowheresville. He still couldn’t help but recall those first few weeks at the camp, it’s hectic ups and downs, and the excruciately long days of grunt work that were delegated by the soldiers and administrative adults who seemed to have nothing better to do than make every single teenager there more angsty and pissy than they already had been. Clearly none of them had kids or they’d at least somewhat sympathize with what each of their young minds were going through on a daily basis.

Ah, and then there was the White Noise…

It was enough to drive anyone batshit crazy, and yet it happened more often than not like clockwork, screwing with each of the kid’s minds in a way that was the epitome of mental torture. On a few occasions, when he wasn’t curled up in a fetal position on the floor with his hands cupped over his ears, Bryson found himself clawing at the painted brick walls to the point that a few of his fingertips bled from the incessant friction, and headaches came more frequently, some of which had him cringing in bed for hours.

But, amongst all the chaos, Bryson made the best of it because really, what was the alternative?

Being the outgoing lad that he was -somewhere between a Type A and B personality- Bryson could find a friend in just about anyone he’d had a chance to actually converse with when not being oppressed by the man. It seemed social activities were on the downlow, and generally frowned upon by the upper echelon jerks who ran the place, accept for those within the cabin you were assigned. The kid’s negative outlook toward adults only increased exponentially the longer he was at the camp, realizing that those with power were more to blame than those without, and yet there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He wasn’t violent and never had been even in his earlier childhood, but the more the establishment pushed, the more he wanted to push back. Be a leader for the people, break out with wicked Braveheart quotes while swinging a very large two-handed sword. You know, the normal stuff that fifteen year old kids dream of when they’re held against their will in a prison camp from hell.

His cabin mates, he supposed, were a decent enough group to get along with, which was one of the only reasons Bryson himself didn't go off the deep end. They all had a knack for keeping each other accountable as best they could, and helped in the necessary steps it took to train and soldier through each of their newfound powers, being careful not to stray past the threshold that could inevitably cause irreparable damage to their surroundings or themselves. Everything went relatively well, that was until Koren got pinched by the patrols and was sent into solitary confinement for what felt like the rest of his life. After that, it seemed as though the soldiers had it out for the crew in our cabin, making their life’s work to make them as miserable as possible. And to think, it could get worse?

First it was the slimming down of ration allowance during mealtimes, followed by random “wake up" calls in the dead of night by way of loud banging along the metal panels outside the cabin. After that, they started shutting off the hot water, forcing each of the boys to take cold showers, and eventually turning the water off altogether, which was a crime in and of itself since teenage boys can stink up a small space like something fierce.

Needless to say, it made any further attempts to get along with the other kids a challenge as sleep deprivation and even illnesses came and went with the phases of the moon. It didn't take long either, as one by one, each of the kids grew apart, isolating themselves enough at all four corners of their abode, as the welling up of anger, fear, and general unhappiness washed away better judgement.

But a reprieve from the monotony had come, and it rode on the tails of a possible revolution...or a terrorist attack. Either way, Bryce welcomed the break, as whatever caused the earthquake and explosion outside sent enough chaos and confusion flying across the encampment that those soldiers who previously walked their scheduled patrol routes were then focused on whatever was transpiring.

Brilliant.

“Can anyone see anything?” Bryce spoke up while peaking around one of the steel support columns near his bunk. “We under attack?”

He quickly made it over toward the door and slowly turned the handle, cracking the door just enough to stick his face between the small space.

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Two years. Two years was a horrible amount of time to let anger fester. Every night in his dreams. Every moment that the White Noise rang inside his head. Every time he felt like he was going to give up, Alex remembered when the PSF's came and he got angrier.

However, Alex would never let his anger show. Outside of his cabin, Alex did his best to be the model prisoner. He always obeyed. Even when they told him to shock one of the other kids. Inside of the cabin though, he spent the majority of time training, honing his skills. The day that he heard the message he initially doubted it. Then when he realized that it had been a while since the White Noise had gone off the hopeful message started to feel truthful. He put his training on high gear trying to prepare for the supposed signal of escape.

The night that the 'signal' came he was sitting in his usual spot. In the shower so that if his electricity flares out like crazy no one can get hurt. That's when it happened. A loud crashing sound and the ground beneath him began shaking. He hunkered down in his spot waiting for the White Noise. Seconds turned into minutes until he finally realized that it wasn't coming. Maybe it was an accident that the machines weren't turned on. Or maybe the message of coming salvation was true. Either way, he jumped to his feet and entered the main section of the cabin. He could see everyone crowding around the door and Bryson sticking his face outside. "What do you see Bryson? What's happening?

Katie Pruett

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These past two years had been crap. Other than the time that was spent in the cabin life was horrible, and it got worse every day. At first, Katie had been reluctant to befriend the other girls in her cabin but she eventually warmed up to them. Spending time with and getting to know the other girls around. Every time things started getting hard for the others Katie did her best to keep them from breaking down. Each time the White Noise blasted in their ears, Katie started to lose it. If it hadn't been for her friends in the cabin she probably would have done something stupid to get herself and potentially others killed.

When the message began going around Katie was highly suspicious. How could they escape? She didn't believe it at all until one day during lunch she saw someone she had never thought she'd see again. Her twin sister, Maizey, sitting on the other side of the room. She almost shot up out of her seat until Jasmine grabbed her forcing her to sit. Katie didn't talk to the others about it, but tonight she was thinking of finally telling them. That was until the ground shook.

Katie got down and prepared herself for the dreaded noise. Yet, it never came. When Annabelle started walking to the door Katie rushed up behind her. Just like the others, she had no clue what was going on. Her first thought was maybe someone luckily destroyed the device that triggered the White Noise machines. Then Lucy started walking outside towards the chaotic battlefield. Katie quickly weaved around the others to get outside and stop Lucy, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Let’s play truth or dare."

Addison’s eyes couldn’t have rolled to the back of her head any more than they had when she heard Jasmine spoke up. Most girls her age would have loved to get their minds off the current situation and play a game, but she wasn’t one for games anymore. She barely even felt like a kid now, not after sitting in this horrible place for the last two years of her life. Addison had started out fairly angry when she first got here, who wouldn’t after killing their parents, but she only grew worse as time went on. She was known as the mean one in the cabin, the one no one really asked anything out of fear of what would come out of her mouth. Of course, she cared about the girls in her cabin more than she ever really let on. If anyone was getting picked on by a PSF, she would usually do something to draw the attention off of them and onto her. No one really took notice to that fact and often just thought she did it to act out, and Addison was fine with letting them think that. She liked being known as the screwed up one, it stopped people from asking her questions she didn’t really want to answer.

“Fucking stupid,” She muttered to herself, resulting in a look from Jasmine, who had heard her despite how quietly she had said the words. Addison lifted a brow in challenge when the other girl looked at her, but didn’t get a reaction from her much to her dismay. She watched from her bunk as the others girls started to gather in a circle in the middle of the room to play. She thought the game silly, though still found herself facing their circle, with her knees drawn up to her chest and her chin resting on them. They were just about to start when suddenly a loud boom sounded in the distance. Everyone’s eye went big and all the girls prepared for the horrid white noise sound to start up. Unlike all the other girls, Addison tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and just waited for the pain to start. She was used to it now and even liked how painful it felt. Oddly enough the pain made her feel still alive, instead of just a play thing someone took out of a box every now and then to toy with.

Much to everyone’s surprise though, the sound never came like they had expected. All the girl’s heads slowly popped up from the spots they had buried them in to look around. Addison’s eyes opened just as a few of the girls decided to walk up towards the door of the cabin and open it to look outside. She was surprised they’d had the guts to open the door. She’d half expected them to all hide in their beds and wait for whatever it was to be over. Lucy, one of the youngest in the cabin was even ballsier than the rest of them, she had fully walked out the door and was slowly walking towards whatever chaos awaited them outside. Without thinking about it, Addison popped out of her bed and head towards where Lucy was walking. She rushed past Harper and Annabelle, her skin heating up in excitement as she did. You could already see the necklace around her neck starting to turn a bright red color.

“Lu-“ she started to say as she went after the younger girl, but the name became caught in her throat when she finally started to look around at what was truly happening. PSF’s were running around everywhere being attacked by both adults and kids alike. Her eyes widened at the thought and her heart speed up in joy at seeing all the fighting. The thought of going back into the cabin and waiting for it all to end passed through her mind briefly, but then she remembered all the rumors going around about oranges and reds being disappearing lately. She and Harper were some of the only reds and oranges left in the cabins. She briefly remembered seeing one or two more reds and oranges walking around during lunch time, but most of the others had been taken already. She looked back at her cabin for a moment, seeing all the faces of her cabin mates, and then back to the fighting going on in the distance.

“They’re gonna take me soon anyway,” she said mostly to herself but out loud as well. “Why not make it worth it?” Small blue flames flickered between her fingers as she stood and only grew in size as the seconds ticked by. Her hands were fully engulfed by the time she looked back at the others one last time. “I don’t know about you all, but I’m going to have fun before they pick me apart. See ya around….Maybe.” With that she took off running towards the fight, her hands blazing and ready to burn everything down around her.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Lucy stopped for a moment between the boys and the girls' cabins, hearing Katie's words from somewhere behind her, but her mind actively choosing to ignore it. Instead, she stared straight ahead, beyond the hell that was solitary and over onto the hills way off in the background.


"Luce, come on get over here!" Charlie waved over from the edge of the lake. He was wearing swimming trunks just like Damien, who kept jumping off the small, wooden dock. "Hey, what are you doing?"

Lucy looked up at her dad, who approached her with a smile on his face.

"I thought you wanted to get in the water?" he went on.

"The hills are pretty," Lucy said, returning his smile. She stared for a little while longer before reaching up for his hand so they could walk to the edge of the lake together.

Charlie chuckled, giving her hand a little squeeze. "You know, I love how you find beauty in everything...it means you have a kind heart."

Lucy was young, just 8 years old, and even though she didn't quite understand the meaning behind her father's words, it still made her appreciate them.


A stray bullet barely missed her as Lucy finally snapped out of it. She turned around to face Katie, urging her to get back inside the cabin. "We have to stay safe!" Her adrenaline skyrocketed as Lucy grabbed Katie's wrist and pulled her towards the cabin. She ran for the door, closing it behind her once they were both safe inside. "It's chaos out there, what do we do?"

Lucy didn't only address Katie, but the rest of the girls in the cabin as well.

@Takida Inigo
@alexfangtalon

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“One thing's for sure...” The kid responded with a curious stare across the field at a few of the guards laying on the ground, some moving and others still. “Doesn't look like those PSF jerks are having a good night.” He snickered, trying to make light out of an otherwise cluster of chaos.

At the get-go, Bryson knew he'd be the one to take point, not because he felt obligated to amongst his peers, but rather a genuine knee-jerk reaction to help the others, whether or not it would get him killed in the end. For the last two years it had gone from bad to worse, back to bad, and then the cycle continued as the administration did their best to make everyone else feel like aliens, freaks, rejects, or whatever not-so-original name they could conjure up for the kids. And contrary to what a few thought at first, the camp was anything but your usual holiday destination.

“Otherwise, I don't see an-" Bryson paused as he craned his neck around the door, catching a scuffle near the other end of the cabin, but just out of range of the noise. Squinting his eyes, he could barely make out the one being beaten, until it occurred to him who it was.

“Shit, it's Kord!” The kid exclaimed as he turned to the others behind him. “Guard just cracked him across the face, and he's down!” For a brief moment, Bryson was ready to leap out the door and gun it to the aid of his cabin mate, but reason overtook suicide as he remember the assault rifle the PSF officer had on him. “The dude is packing serious hardware, so...might have to sneak around, or-". And just like that, the kid had an idea as his eyes caught a small pile of stones just a few feet from the doorway.

“Alright, this seems crazy, but you should be able to pull it off. They're just projectiles, right? Practiced this all the time...” Bryson mumbled to himself before speaking at a normal level. “Uh, I'm going to distract the guard and hopefully do a lot of damage to him in the process.” He said with a sheepish grin. “Who's with me?”

But before the others had a chance to respond, Bryson took a few steps out the door and grabbed the stones, which were jagged and sharp, just as he hoped they'd be. He figured the distance between the cabin door and where the guard was standing over Kord was at least twenty-five feet away, still within a decent range for the kid to hit his target with a moderate degree of force. He raised his hand which held the golf-ball sized, jagged stones, and focused his thoughts as best he could on them as well as the target spot: the PSF dude's bulbous head.

Three of the five stones slowly lifted from the palm of his hand, rotating on their axis as they hovered a few inches while awaiting the next mental command, which came almost instantly. The projectiles launched with inhuman speed toward their final destination, raining hell against the side of the guard’s head in rapid succession, eliciting a loud growl and knocking the man off balance and to the ground. Bryson couldn't tell at that moment whether the guard was alive or not, but he was fairly sure a blow like that at least dazed him enough for the kid to have the upper hand momentarily.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Bryson ran over to Kord in hopes that he was still conscious. “Dude, you alright? We gotta get out of here!” The kid's words ran together as the adrenaline spike he’d sustained earlier from the telekinetic energy began to subside and what could only be described as a massive hangover washed over his mind, causing his hands to reach up to his head while he gritted his teeth in agony.

“Not again…”

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@Rawk@Takida Inigo@alexfangtalon

The PSF pelted with rocks is groaning but because of his training, he instinctively reaches for his weapon. There aren't many PSF's in the same general area as you but the ones you can see other than the one bombarded with rocks are all running towards the Central Control building.

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@Ever

Running towards the fighting you realize that none of the PSF's notice you coming up behind them. You realize that they are firing at the adults with the white armbands. The PSF's have the armbands heavily outnumbered but it's obvious that the armbands have better cover and equipment. It's a toss-up right now as to who will get the upper hand. Far off to your right you hear a scream. Looking over you can see a kid with an armband leading eight small girls away from the fighting but they have been cornered by three PSF's. Who do you choose to assist?

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@alexfangtalon@Xandrya@Always

Inside your cabin, the fighting seems to be muffled. Could it be you feel comfort in this room or is it just who you are with. Jasmine was the first to speak up in response to Lucy's query. "If this really is a rescue like that message implied I say we work together to get out of here taking as many people with us as possible." The other girls started nodding, but then the one who refused to communicate finally speaks up.

"I'm not going to be a coward like y'all. I'm taking the fight right to those monsters." She barged passed the small group and left the cabin. Turning to look at all of you one last time she said, "Thanks for being good friends." and then ran off to join the fight.

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@sly13

The moment the signal came your cabin had not flinched. Half of you ran to the Central Control Building while the other half started helping get kids to the exit. However, despite knowing what was coming and the extra training from Jeremey who you knew was a part of this whole thing the chaos still was a little unnerving. But if you realize it or not that is part of what proves you are still human and not some monster the PSF's believe you are. Currently, you are leading a group of eight younger girls towards the exit but you've been caught off guard by three PSF's. only one of them seems to have his weapon though. So, maybe the nine of you can somehow get the upper hand?

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Alex stood back waiting for Bryson to finish the assessment of the area. When he heard Kord was out there getting beat on Alex was getting ready for a fight. He nodded when Bryson asked if anyone else was gonna help. Sneaking outside and making sure the PSF couldn't see him he tried his best to get a vantage point over the large man. Alex slowly got closer and closer waiting for Bryson to attack. When he did everyone else bolted towards Kord but Alex ran for the PSF.

He could see the man reaching for his gun and Alex didn't know if he'd make it in time. That's when he noticed a Beretta part way between him and the PSF. He realized if he timed it just right he could get the pistol before the PSF could use his gun. Diving for the pistol Alex quickly lifted the gun pointing at the PSF and firing. Alex heard the man yell and saw that he shot him right in the arm. "You rat. All of you will die here. I'll make sure of it." Alex stands up keeping the pistol pointed at the large man. "What are you going to do. We have you outnumbered and I have a gun pointed at your head."

The man grinned as he dropped something from his left hand. Alex eyed the item and suddenly realized what it was. He turned to the blues of his cabin and yelled, "GRENADE!"

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"Y'all should go help everyone get out of here but there is something I have to do first." Katie then started walking away before she felt another hand clamp down on her wrist. She turned to see that it was Annabelle this time. "Don't be stupid like her and Addison. Taking the fight to the PSF's isn't safe."

"That's not what I'm doing. Look, a few weeks back I'm POSITIVE that I saw my sister. I don't know if any of you believe me, but I have to look for her just in case it was her. I haven't seen her in two years and I just have to know." Katie looked at each of the girls until landing on Jasmine who said, "I saw her too. She's your twin right? Go find her. Just stay safe." Katie nodded her head as if saying thank you. She then turned around and walked out the door.

She watched Lucy walk out her eyes wide. She looked back at the others at the door and the chaos outside. The chaos, adults fighting adults and children in the mix. It's happening. She looked back at the others in her cabin, blinking back the tears. She was not going to cry, not now. She watched the girl pull Lucy back into the cabin. She pushed a piece of her hair back. She was dead if she stayed, but she didn't want to leave the other girls. They were family at this point, she just hoped that they all got out safely. That she saw them again.
Harper turned to Addison and nodded. She got it, but she didn't understand how she could leave so easily. She could always make them want to fight somehow. She was an orange after all. She discarded the idea as soon as it came. She could not, and would not do that. What was wrong with her?
She turned to the others, listening to there conversation. "Katie is right, it is not safe. " She looked at the younger girls. "I hope to see you on the other side, if not, I might as well be dead." She waved to the other girls, before she ran out the door, and through the chaos. The entrance, the entrance.