Generation 3

Part Three

Part Three

                He was inside his pillow fort safe and sound. He was warm, hidden, and sheltered from the rest of the world. He’d finally managed to stop crying, although he probably owed that more to dehydration than his will. He could feel an intense energy deep inside him that hadn’t been there before. He was disgusted and terrified by it at the same time.

                “Honey, why don’t you come out now? You’ve been in there since you came home from school, and there’s someone here to see you. Don’t worry; no one’s going to punish you for what happened at school.” His mom coaxed. “Just come out and talk to the nice man.”

                “Come on son, I’m only here to help.” An unfamiliar deep voice called from somewhere outside his fort. He had nearly forgotten that there was even a world outside of his fort, but of course, one can only hide from his problems for so long. After carefully navigating his way out, he looked up to see the owner of the voice that he’d just heard. He was clearly with some government agency but his uniform was only vaguely familiar to Moses; 

                “Hey Moses, how are you feeling?” The Agent said smiling down at him.

                “Who are you?” He asked eyeing the Agent intensely.

                “He’s with an organization that helps kids with special abilities like you learn how to control them.” His mom said, stepping closer to him and stroking his head.

                Now Moses realized where he’d seen the uniform before. His teacher had just been going over the 1st-Gen History in school. In order to keep Soops in check, the government had enacted a new act, the “Survey, Establish, and Catalogue Plan”, but it was more often referred to as the “Search, Experiment, and Capture Plan” until it was integrated with Soops. Since then, SEC agents, or Secs, had been better regulated and there was a lot less discrimination, but stories of the rights of Soops going ignored were still pretty common.  Moses could feel the energy in his stomach begin to bubble with anxiety.  

                “You should pack up a bag, with a couple lightweight outfits, and your toothbrush. Oh, and some running shoes. I’d also say—“

                “I’m not going anywhere with you.” Moses said, cutting off the Agent.

                “Now, honey, don’t be unreasonable. You know the rules! Everyone with powers has—“

                “I said I’m not going!” Moses said screaming.

                The man quickly reached to his hip holster and pulled out a small dart gun. He aimed it at Moses and fired. Moses could feel his body going into overdrive at the sight of the gun being drawn. As if by instinct, he deflected the dart into the mirror over his desk. The mirror superstition Gods must have attributed that one to the Agent, because what would follow next had to be a product of his bad luck.

                “Moses!” His mother shrilly screamed at him. He extended his hand and forced her out of his room, shutting the door and locking it swiftly. Now it was just him and the Agent. He closed his eyes and focused his mind on the Agent.

                “Moses! MOSES!” His mom’s screams were getting clearer, even though he had pushed her out the room.

                Moses then released all the force he could from his extended hand right at the Sec. His whole body seemed to burn from the intensity of the blast. Everything else was encompassed by the feeling, until there was nothing but the scorching feeling of power.