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Alyssa
"Alyssa." A voice calls, but it feels like my head is submerged underwater. The world doesn't seem real right now. How could it be?
My mother is dead, and she died right in front of my eyes as I just sat there and watched.
My father is dead. Executed by his own species.
I don't know what to do. Everyone I care about is dead. Where do I go from here? There's nothing left for me. My home...This isn't my home anymore.
"Alyssa!" Someone shouts, grabbing my shoulders. I look up at Byron, who has his hands on my shoulders. "We need to go." He whispers.
"I can't. I can't." I whisper, trying to hold myself together. I suck in air. "Everyone I ever loved is dead!" I cry, dropping down to my knees. I crane my head to look back at me lifeless mother. Another sob escapes from my throat.
I look back to Byron, who slowly drops down onto his knees in front of me. "I don't know what to do." I cry. He gives me a small frown, and grabs my hand. "Byron, I have no one left." I whisper.
"You have me." He says. I stare at him. "You have all of us. Renee, Samuel, and me. We're your family now." He responds.
Samuel snorts. "I don't know about that." I look up at him, and so does Byron. They glare at each other for a moment.
"We need to go." Sam finally says, glancing down at me. "I'm sorry about your mother." He finishes before spinning on his heal and walking away.
Renee follows after him, looking back at me. "It gets easier."
Byron stands up, and holds a hand out in front of me. I grab it, and he pulls me up. "After you." He says, and I follow after Renee.
Byron walks right next to me, but he doesn't bother starting a conversation which I'm grateful for. I really don't feel like talking right now. I honestly don't feel like walking, or living.
It feels like a large piece of me has been ripped out of me. It feels like there's a gaping hole in my heart. My mom was all I had left. No matter how many times she told me "To love is to accept destruction." I still love her and I need her.
But she can't help me now. She's dead. Just like my father. As soon as I started to heal from the loss of my father, my mother dies. I don't know how I'm supposed to go on without her. But I'll figure it out. I always do.
"Shit." Renee says.
Right where the bridge to the headquarters were supposed to be, is nothing.
"The explosion must've destroyed the bridge." Sam says. "Now how do we get across?" He asks sarcastically, before looking at me.
"Uh uh." I say. "My ice manipulation isn't strong enough." Sam roles his eyes.
"There's no other way to get across. That building over there." He points to the headquarters. "That is our only chance of survival. Now build a damn ice bridge." He orders.
I look back at the headquarters and focus.
"You can do it, Alyssa." Renee says. I close my eyes and just tune everything out.
The headquarters are about two hundred feet away. That's pretty far. The bridge would have to be at least four inches thick to be able to hold our weight.
Okay. I can do this. I open my eyes and stretch out my hand. Bridge.
Ice shoots from my hand, building a bridge to the headquarters, but two thirds of the way through my hand starts to shake.
"I can't." I say, my energy level dwindling. I feel myself start to sway from the loss of energy.
"You're almost done, Alyssa. Finish it." Byron says, holding me steady.
My arm becomes numb and tingly. I can't feel it anymore.
"Congrats." Sam says, patting my shoulder. "You built the damn bridge."
I let out a loud sigh of relief, feeling returning to my arm.
"I'll go first." I say, and Sam narrows his eyes at me. "I need to make sure it won't break." I look back to the bridge, and start walking across it.
I look behind me to see Sam following me. "I told you to wait." I say, looking back at the headquarters.
"No you didn't. You said you'd go first." He replies. I roll my eyes, and continue walking.
We walk slowly in silence, the ice not slippery for me, but it's slippery for everyone else.
"I wonder if there's any survivors in the headquarters." Renee says, breaking the silence.
"Of course there is." I say. "There has to be." I quietly add on.
"Look we made it-"
"Ah!" I scream, the ice beneath me breaking. I slip through the ice, beginning my fall towards the ground.
My body jolts, and stops falling. I let out a loud sigh of relief and look up to see Sam with a death grip on my hand. But he doesn't make a move to pull me up, he just stares at me. For a second I think he's going to drop me.
Other hands wrap around my arm, and pull me up.
"What the hell was that!" Byron yells, grabbing Sam by the collar of his shirt. "Were you just going to let her fall?" He screams.
"Byron, stop." I shout, prying them apart.
"If it wasn't for me she would be dead!" Sam yells.
I look at Sam for a second, and he looks at me. "Thanks." I whisper, before turning back around. After a couple very careful steps across the ice, we make it to the headquarters.
We open the doors and walk through the hallways.
"Hello?" I shout. Nobody responds.
"Maybe they're in the control room." Renee says. I nod, carefully walking towards the room.
But as we reach the control room, a video plays over and over. It's our leader speaking.
"Preternatural's that find this, due to the recent bomb incident, we were forced to evacuate. To all of you that we left behind, we have taken shelter at the City of Stars. If you wish to rejoin us, you are welcome. I wish you the safest travels. Goodbye."
I stare at the screen, all hope left in me vanishing. This is it. This is how I shall die.
"They left us to die." Sam says, and I turn to face him. For once, he's right.
"Don't say that." Renee snaps.
"No. He's right." I whisper, closing my eyes. "We're as good as dead." We all glance at each other, before I get an idea.
"This is going to sound crazy...insane actually." I say.
"Spit it out." Sam says, shifting impatiently.
"We're going to the ground."
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Teen FictionThe year is 2902, three hundred years since the solar flare that killed off most of the human race. But there were a few that survived and learned how to adapt to the changed world. Those that adapted, also had genetic adaptations. Powerful abiliti...