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PART: 06

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After driving forever, I begin to think this was a joke after all. I stopped three times for directions, one being a creepy guy who would come out of a cannibal movie. No one knew what the hell I was talking about. I travel and travel and am now heading on a road in the middle of nowhere.

I don't bother turning around. I need this drive anyway to take out my frustration instead of blowing up the dirt around me.

Somewhere inside, I was hoping this wasn't a joke. I felt comforted that there are other people in the world who deal with problems like I am. You can't just tell someone you don't know how to control your powers and for them to say I understand. They never will.

I was hoping that this could change me. Turn me normal so I won't have to worry about exploding a field. That I'm in the clear and can live a life a normal person is suppose to.

I hear the motor of my bike in my ears. The wind wrestles against my helmet. In the far distance, I see a shack-like structure. Very small in fact. As I approach it, I know this can't be the place.

At least I can stop for directions here. I think it's abandoned though. I park by the entrance. My feet crunch on the dirt. I place my helmet on the handle and walk to the door. The whole place is made of dirt and brick.

I knocked on the door, coughing from the dirt that flew from it. I hear footsteps echo from inside the house. "I know you're in there," I say.

No reply.

I look behind me. Nothing but heat, sun, dirt miles down the road. I'm already irritated enough. The least they can do is tell me if I'm going the right way or not.

"Hello? I'm looking for 187 Sisto Drive. No one seems to know where it is including me so can you please tell me if-"

The dust door opens and I'm greeted by a man that smiles once he sees me. "Nice to finally meet you, Rowen. Come in, please," he says warmly.

"Um, am I in the right place?" I ask before stepping in.

"Yes, you are."

I keep my mouth shut from saying how shitty this place is for being an organization. I follow him inside. It's clean in here. The walls are metal. A desk is placed in the front with two chairs to face it. The man takes a seat behind the desk and ushers me to the other chair. I sit down.

I grab the handles of the chair on habit from being on my bike. I take them off quickly.

"My name is Charles Aldridge. I am a manager from the OFH. I'm the one who keeps everything in order around here."

"Where is everything else?" I ask.

"I was getting to that. Before I go any further, I need you to sign a confidentiality form." He slides over a pen and paper. Long paragraphs are all I see. "The gist of it says that you will keep what you hear and see to yourself."