Chapter 25

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Bret's POV

The cell is an empty white Hell. I had read something about this in our History textbook. A long long time ago there were 2 types of prisoners sent to solitary confindment. Prisoners who were crazy and prisoners on death's row. But they wouldn't kill me...right?

I sit in the corner, it's the only place I feel safe now. The glass from my cell allows me to see the prisoners but they only stop at my cell to give me food once a day. It's not a lot. Water, bread, broth, sometimes some cheese. I've lost quite a bit of weight.

Our history textbook also described a time when prisoners were treated justly. But that was before the nations united and the Govenor Glory rose to power. Wouldn't I kill for that kind of treatment now.

"C'mon man we need to put in more hours before Saturday," I could hear a guard speaking. My ears perked up a bit.

"I'm not worried I've been working here 2 years. Besides they'll need someone to man the jails here," he said.

"Yeah someone Gifted!" he shouted not even trying to cover his voice like Clara did.

"What do they plan to do get children to run the jails?" the other one snorted. Maybe they knew something about Clara.

"You heard the boss, G.G's gonna cut a bunch of jobs on World Peace Day. I didn't here much else except for those spoilled 'Gifted' children," he said. Now the two guards were right in front of my cell, surprisingly they had the food cart with them.

"Here's your food. It's World Peace Week," He shoved the tray through the slot in the corner. Tere was the regular water, bread, and broth; even a piece of cheess today. I was about to eat when I saw a tiny note on the corner of the tray. I opened the note and found a message typed in block letters.

See You On World Peace Day

Clara's POV

Mason took us to the cheapest hostel she could find since she had close to no money on her. The hostel didnt serve food either so Mark had gone to get some. Mason still seemed shocked over the loss of Bret and had locked herself in the room's bathroom. Leaving me alone with Jin.

"I'm sorry about your brother," Jin apologizes.

"Thank-you but you don't need to apologize. It wasn't your fault, it was mine," I say.

"Don't ever blame yourself for the governments filthy lies and behaviour. We threaten them since we can see through their smiles. They want to get rid of us,"

"But why? Yes were freak kids with mutant genes but they've been treating us like we're famous. What did we do wrong?"

"We're the Chosen ones," Jin explains. I remember Mark's explanation earlier but what did it mean?

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"I'm not really sure but from what I've learned, it means that were not normal Gifteds, it means we have more than one Gift," Jin explains. What! I barely had one Gift much less two.

"Mark recently discovered his; he calls it heat sense and whenever he uses it, his hands glow red not with heat but with light," Jin explains.

"Oh yeah! He showed me. Do you know what your extra gift is?" I ask.

"No," he says blatantly. We were awkwardly silenced by the re-entering of Mason who promptly sat down on the couch.

"Okay, we need a plan we've already lost one confirmed Chosen one and we've lost one prospective Chosen one," Mason says. Jin and Mason begin to think, while I sit there uselessly. Suddenly Jin stands up and smacks his forehead.

"How come I didn't see it earlier!" he cries.

"What is it?" I ask.

"What holiday is coming up?" he says. I think back, the last date I remember was mine and Bret's birthday February 12. February 12 wasn't far from March 1st which was...

"World Peace Day," Mason says her eyes widen in realization.

"Exactly, what better day to destroy the peace than on the day the world made peace!" Jin explains.

"Oh my God," Mason cries tears forming in her eyes.

"What's wrong Mason!" I ask.

"Don't you see what the Governor Glory is planning?" Mason says.

"No, I'm sorry I don't," I say. Mason stands up and towers over me.

"He's planning on using the academy as his personal army," she says.

"Where is there to invade? He already owns the whole world," I say. Mason runs around and grabs the black fanny pack she wore. Inside the pack she grabbed a small book in which handed me. It was old from what she could see. Normally people used light screens to read if you were lucky enough to enjoy that past time.

On the cover it read, World Atlas. I could pick out only one piece of land on it though a small chunk to the west where their country was. The rest of the land, I couldn't recognize. Was it possible that...

"We're not alone Clara," Mason says.

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Author's Note

I'm sorry I haven't posted in like over a year. *smiles innocently as people threaten her with pitchforks and torches*. I've been SOOOOOOO busy as well as I've had a hard time thinking of what to write next. This story is hard people! Anyways I'm sorry this chapter is shit. I've been working on revisions to the story and their will be quite a bit changing. There will be name changes! (can you guess in the comments bellow?) And less Clara/Mark romance (that happened way too quickly).

Comment if you have any suggestions for the story (besides updating more) because I really want to know what you think after such a long break.

love,

sunpetal304

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