The wails of sirens fill my ears and bring me suddenly to my feet. I grab my backpack and my army jacket, tug on my Doc Martins, and race into the alley.
I hear shouts growing closer by the second. I run down the street, making random turns. I know I can't run like this forever. I need somewhere to hide.
My ears are pounding so loudly I can only faintly hear the sirens anymore as I turn down another street. I can barely see anything outside of the dim yellow light cast from the flickering street lamps. I hear running footsteps and frantically search for a place to hide. I shake the knob of every door on the street, praying for one to miraculously be unlocked.
"Down here!" a low voice calls.
I glance behind me for a fraction of a second. Suddenly, a door creaks open and I am grabbed from behind. My screams are muffled by a cold, clammy hand clamped over my mouth. I kick and struggle, but my captor's grip is firm. I grow weaker and weaker, and the red and blue lights outside begin to fade. Then, I collapse.
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AdventureSome experiments are better left untouched. 17-year-old Ava runs away from home in order to avoid being arrested for a death she is responsible for. After she discovers a band of teenagers like herself, she is soon exposed to her special abilities...
