The events at Syntagma Square marked turning point for the team. News of the mutant attack—and the collateral damage caused during the fight—spread like wildfire. Footage of Kwstas’s explosive outburst and Morena disarming the soldiers dominated the airwaves. The government seized the opportunity to paint all mutants as uncontrollable threats, and public sentiment shifted even further against them.
Safehouses across Athens were raided, forcing the team to keep moving constantly. Exhaustion hung over everyone, and the cracks in their unity grew wider.
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A Fractured Morning
The team gathered in the cramped kitchen of their current hideout, a run-down building on the outskirts of the city. Melina, as usual, tried to lighten the mood, but the tension was palpable.
“Okay,” she said, holding up a piece of bread with a burnt edge. “Is this toast, or did someone set fire to my breakfast?”
Spurik chuckled. “I think it’s a new type of mutant food. Charcoal-flavored.”
Melina grinned, nudging him. “At least someone appreciates my humor.”
Kwstas leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He was tired, his energy reserves drained from days of constant vigilance. Despite Melina’s jokes, he couldn’t muster more than a faint smile.
Nikolas sat at the table, absently flexing his injured hand. Though it had been bandaged, the wound still ached, a constant reminder of the fight and everything they’d lost.
Sofia and Morena entered the room, both carrying maps and notes. “We need to talk,” Sofia said, placing the papers on the table.
“Great,” Nikolas muttered. “More problems.”
“Not problems,” Morena corrected. “Opportunities.”
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The Plan
Sofia pointed to a marked location on the map. “We’ve received intel about another mutant safehouse near Thessaloniki. They’ve been sheltering mutants displaced by the government’s crackdown. If we can make contact, we might find allies—or at least a more secure base.”
Nikolas frowned. “You’re sure it’s not a trap?”
“No guarantees,” Sofia admitted. “But we can’t keep running forever. We need a plan, and this might be our best shot.”
Kwstas sighed. “Fine. But we need to be careful. If the government gets wind of this, they’ll shut it down before we even get there.”
Nikolas shot him a look. “Wow, you’re full of optimism lately.”
Kwstas glared back. “I’m being realistic, Nikolas. Someone has to be.”
Melina quickly stepped between them. “Okay, let’s not start another fight, please. I can’t handle another round of moody brooding from either of you.”
Sofia smirked. “Agreed. Let’s focus on the mission.”
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The Journey to Thessaloniki
The team packed up and hit the road. Spuros created small portals to help them move faster, though the strain of constant travel was starting to show. Spurik and Melina stuck close together, their growing bond evident in the way they leaned on each other for support.
During a quiet moment, Spuros approached Sofia and Morena, his expression thoughtful. “Do you think we’re doing the right thing? Going to this safehouse?”
Morena shrugged, her bracelet shifting into a small, spinning disk. “It’s better than sitting around waiting to be caught.”
Sofia nodded. “And if we can find others like us, we’ll be stronger together. We just have to trust each other.”
Spuros smiled faintly. “Trust, huh? I’ll try.”
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Melina and Spurik’s Moment
That evening, the group stopped in a secluded forest to rest. Melina sat beside Spurik, leaning against a tree. She glanced at him, her usual humor giving way to a rare moment of vulnerability.
“Hey,” she said softly. “Do you ever feel like...you don’t belong? Like no matter what you do, you’re just always in the way?”
Spurik looked at her, surprised by the question. “What? No way. You’re...you’re amazing, Melina. You keep everyone together when everything’s falling apart.”
She smiled faintly, her cheeks turning pink. “Thanks, Spurik. That means a lot.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Spurik hesitated, then reached for her hand. “I think...you make me better. Just by being here.”
Melina’s heart skipped a beat as their hands touched. She squeezed his hand gently, her smile growing. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
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Nikolas’s Frustration
While the others rested, Nikolas wandered a short distance from the camp, his thoughts spiraling. The argument with Kwstas replayed in his mind, and the weight of everything they’d been through pressed down on him.
His injured hand throbbed, and without thinking, he slammed his fist into a nearby tree. The bark cracked under the force, and he winced in pain.
Kwstas found him moments later, his expression softening when he saw Nikolas’s knuckles bleeding again.
“Nik,” Kwstas said quietly.
Nikolas didn’t look at him. “What do you want?”
“To check on you,” Kwstas replied, stepping closer. “You’ve been beating yourself up—literally—for days. You need to stop.”
Nikolas finally turned to face him, his eyes filled with frustration. “What do you care? You’ve barely spoken to me since Syntagma.”
Kwstas sighed. “I care because...I care about you. More than I probably should. But I can’t help you if you keep pushing me away.”
Nikolas looked away, his jaw tightening. “I’m not the one pushing people away.”
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A New Attack
Before they could say more, a loud explosion shook the ground. The group sprang into action, racing toward the source of the noise.
In the distance, they saw a massive mutant tearing through the trees. He was monstrous, with bulging muscles and claws that glowed with an eerie blue light.
“Great,” Morena muttered. “Just what we needed.”
Kwstas stepped forward, his light energy flaring to life. “Everyone stay together. We can’t afford any mistakes.”
The mutant roared, charging toward them with terrifying speed.
“Let’s do this,” Nikolas said, his seismic powers rippling through the ground as he prepared to fight.
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Actionthe first chapters are a bit trash but TRUST🙏🏻 it gets bettter (A Mutant Journey: In the heart of Athens, a group of teenagers discovered their extraordinary powers amidst the chaos of mutant battles and personal struggles. Kwstas, Nikolas, Melina...
