The Beginning of our Kind

Chapter #4 Till Death Did Part

James POV

{I smiled down at Liva as I slipped my hand around her waist. She looked absolutely stunning today. It was the day of my Uncle's wedding and I had brought her as my plus one. She was wearing a calf length teal dress that fit just snug enough to look modest yet appealing, her hair was held back with a flowery head band to match the late June scenery surrounding us and she had applied just a little bit of lip gloss to give her entire presence a radiant glow.

"I'm gonna miss you so much." Her voice broke a little as she looked up at me. I was called to the draft a week ago and would be leaving tomorrow afternoon. I felt as though I had been cheated. I had only been able to call Liva mine for less than a month before I would have to leave.

I pulled her all the way into a hug and gently kissed the top of her head. She suddenly broke away from me, and reached into the little clutch that she always carried. "Here I got this for you." She held out a dog tag that had our graduation date carved into it and simply said 'Since Day One'.

"I guess you had to return the favor,, huh?" I pointed to her wrist where the charm bracelet I gave her hung beside the one that her parents had given her when she was a child.

"I just wanted you to have something to remember me by," Her eyes were a little mischievous but I know that is just the way she shows her emotions. "Besides, I will be joining the army forces in just a few weeks when I turn 18 myself. " I shivered at the thought of her having to be in war but I knew that it wasn't an option anymore with the women being required to sign up for the draft. I had never had a problem with that before but now I was having second thoughts.}

I awoke from my dream still wishing that she was in my arm's length. I had been away for nearly a month now and I was forbidden to write to anyone back home because the government revealed to me that they knew that I was powered and had sent me to a special training program place where I was basically a prison who they were constantly pushing to the limit and constantly making learn to control his powers at a higher level.

"Get up, James, it is time for training," The oldest guy here with powers (Ronnie) was the one who was training us to use our powers even though his were nothing like mine. Really his powers only matched one of the prisoner's. They could control objects with their mind. What can I do? I can yield the wind to my will. Not really an easy task, but it allows me to hear things from extremely far distances, move extremely fast, and manipulate and objects path.

"Morning, Steve." I nodded to the boy who could literally catch anything on fire, heck he literally was fire. One day he got mad and turned into a blazing ball of flames, like that Diablo guy off of that old movie Suicide Squad (expect for this wasn't Hollywood this was real).

"Morning, James." All that could be seen of him was his face and the tips of his hair poking out from under the five or six layers of clothes piled around him. Since we were sent to Alaska to train it was rather cold and he told me that he wasn't gonna waste his energy by constantly having to warm his body the hard way.

"Ha! Look at fire boy! All bundled up like it is cold or something." Only Mike would say that it wasn't cold here in the negative-temperature Alaska. He basically froze everything he touched.

"Hey! Let's try not to start a breakfast riot today." I twitch as I feel and hear Eric's voice cut through my brain a quick look at Steven's and Mike's faces show the same result to the intrusion. Eric was able to communicate directly to people through their minds but it was extremely painful to be on the receiving end until you got used to it. I shivered as I remembered the first time he was commanded to do it by Ronnie.

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Liva's POV

I stared down at the two charm bracelets hanging from my right wrist. My parents had just seen me off when I stepped onto the plane and hour ago with Joanna since we were had both turned 18 within the last month and a half. James bracelet hung loosely beside it and I felt a tear start to trickle down my cheek. We had gotten word from James's CO only three days after him leaving that he was MIA. It didn't mean that he was dead but it didn't mean he was alive either. I had cried into Joanna's arms for days refusing to eat before I finally allowed myself to carry on with a shell of my former life.

"It will be ok." Joanna slipped her arm around my shoulders as I tried to bring my tears under submission.