♥𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒//𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐍♥

♥𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄♥

"Grace, what's wrong?" A girl that sits next to her asks. She doesn't respond. Suddenly she falls to the floor.

"Oh, my God."

" Do you know her?"

Every war starts quietly. Mine started with Grace Somerfield. She was the first to die. The first in my class, at least. A month later, half of my class was dead. I didn't know why I wasn't. Scientists have named this mysterious and highly contagious disease: idiopathic Adolescent Acute Neurodegeneration or I.A.A.N. Nearly 90 percent of the country's children are now dead.

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"Do you have any updates on the I.A.A.N. pandemic?" A reporter asked the president on the news.

"Uh, yes, I do. Uh, first, I want to say to you that I am speaking today... not as your president, but as a parent. As you know, my son...My son is among the survivors, and Clancy's condition has improved after his treatment at the centers for the first time. But most importantly, it has given my family hope. And I urge you. I urge you to give your children that same hope. The CDC is here for you. Please, turn to them for the care that your children need. This is not about politics. This is about your children. This is about our... Our children. We will find a cure, and we will save our precious sons and daughters. Thank you," The president responds to the reporter.

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"Surprise!"

"Happy birthday, honey."

"Gudetama!"

"That's the one you wanted, right?"

"Totally."

"When you are 16, you can put a car key on it."

"It probably won't be cool when I'm 16."

"It's okay, Mommy."

"You don't have to worry about me."

"I'll be fine."

"Okay, bedtime. I love you."

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"Don't worry anymore, Mommy and Daddy."

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"Mom, my head hurts.

"Oh, my God! How did you get in here?"

"Sweetheart, are you... Are you lost?"

"Do your parents know that you're here?"

"Why are you saying that?"

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Mommy, what's wrong?"

"I am not your mommy."

"Yes, you are."

"You and Dad gave me this for my birthday yesterday, remember?"

"Here, come-- Come with me. Come on, okay? Come on."

"What did I do wrong? Where are we going?"

"I need you to wait right here, wait right there, okay? Just wait."

"I'm sorry! Please!"

"This is my house! You're my parents."

"Contact made with a survivor. Approach with extreme caution."

"No, no!"

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It was the beginning. The government wasn't scared of the dead kids or the empty spaces they would leave behind. They were afraid of us—the ones who lived. Soon, there wouldn't be any kids anywhere. You either died, or you went to the camps.

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"Let's move it, now!" One soldier shouted.

"All right, they're coming in," Another one shouted as well.

"Let's go! Move! Let's go! Don't try to run. Don't talk. Don't do anything other than what is asked of you. Failure to follow these instructions will be met with punishment," The first shouted at the third one. He seemed to be the one with the most power so far.

"Piss off!" a boy around in his 16's shouted, and he started running.

"Stay down!" one of the female soldiers shouted as she tackled the boy to the ground.

"LaVine, LaVine! What are you doing?" A soldier shouted at his comrade as she completely froze. She then slowly gets off the boy and tilts the gun in her hand towards the bottom of her jaw. She then pulled the trigger, and everyone went into chaos.

"Orange! He did that! Orange! Take him out. You know what to do," the leader shouts at the other guards. He then addresses the rest of the kids. "Move, all of you inside!"

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"Is this a hospital?" Y/N asks.

"Name?" asks the male doctor, avoiding their question. They don't answer him as they are looking around the room.

"Your name," he asks, no more like demands of them.

"Y/N L/N. I Don't feel sick," they finally answer the man.

"Actually, it's not a sickness. You survived the sickness, but you're not the same. And until you are, there's no going home," he explains. "Now, when they picked you up, were you assigned a color?"

"Color?"

"Yes. All kids are given a color assignment that corresponds to their disorder. On the bottom here are Greens—basic enhanced intelligence. Blues have telekinetic abilities. Golds can manipulate electricity." He says all of this while pointing to a cart shaped like a triangle with different sections with the color label on them. "Up here, past this line, are the most dangerous. Reds and Oranges. But they are very rare. So I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. Are you very good at math and puzzles? Because that means you're most likely in the Green territory. And that's not so terrible," he says as he scans their brain using advanced technology.

Suddenly the words ORANGE are flashing on the screen. The doctor gives Y/N a worried look and grabs a needle, and says, "It'll be okay. We can fix this."

They get the idea that something is wrong, so they get up from the chair in which they were lying and run across the room, trying to get out through the door.

"Get back here!" he shouts. He grabs Y/N and presses them against the door so that he could stick the needle in them, but they won't stop moving.

"Stay still, you little brat," he mutters as he struggles to keep them still. Finally, Y/N can grab ahold of his wrist, and they look into his eyes. Their pupils turn orange and glow a bit as they mutter these words sternly, "I'm a Green. I'm one of the smart ones."

"Yes. You're a green," the doctor replies as he's suddenly in a trance. He gets up and moves to the computer and changes their data, showing that they are now green.

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In the camps, we were segregated by color. Greens. Blues. Golds. But no Reds. And no Oranges. Except for me. Having been told that our gifts were finally being brought to light... I had to bury mine in darkness.

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Here's the Prologue!

~ MK♡