Green, people say that they have excellent memories, and can crack almost any code in the world. Blue have the blessing of telekinesis. Red, reds can control the flames, burning anything they want. Yellow can destroy or give the device a sudden spark of life of any electrical equipment by barely touching it. Orange, oranges are what the world fears, we can tap into someone’s mind. We can make them do unthinkable things, that includes killing anyone we tell them to. We are the most feared and dangerous, the ones that the world’s adults want to exterminate.
Chapter Two
I stood there, my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open in horror of what I had just done. My whole body seemed to tremble more and more as the shock began wearing thin. Reality was starting to work it’s way into my mind, reminding me what I had done. Delaney seemed to recover much faster than me, he was standing in front of me. I could feel him shaking me, I could see my twins mouth moving in silent words. Tears trickled down my face before Delaney let up, my brothers grip had stopped just like that. My face must have said that all of this suddenly hit me so hard that it could knock the air right out of my lungs.
I could feel the muscles in my jaw moving slowly, and then a scream of anger and grief escaped me. I clutched my pitch black hair, taking shaky steps from Delaney. The first time we had used our little power was to get people out of the way, I didn;t hurt anyone then. I never wanted to hurt anyone in the way, not to the extent of death.
Honestly, I don’t know how long I was screaming at the grey sky. All I knew that it was only a matter of time before I shattered just like Delaney did three days ago when Lillian died, and today had been that day. My throat felt painfully raw, even my jaw ached as if someone had hit me right in the mouth. I put a hand to my neck instantly regretting screaming at the world.
“Are you done?” Delaney asked me, I tilted my head to the side with a thin smile. Yes, I was. Delaney smiled right back at me, he was thinking the same thing as me.
As if screaming had helped me understand the whole sistion in another light, the guilt that made my heart leap into my throat and my head pound was gone. Our father was going to blow our brains out just like moms. Delaney, being my blood relative and first friend in life, couldn’t be killed. I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without my twin, possibly quite literally. My brother had alway had that issue after we turned ten, if one of broke an arm the other would feel the exact same pain. And at times it could cripple both of us. But, I didn’t know that one of us being wounded like I had been could show up on the one who didn’t actually receive the wound. Although. even that had changed that day.
Off in the distance I could hear the wailing of a police siren, one of the neighbors must have called the cops after hearing all of that. They probably wanted to keep the few kids on our block safe sound and definitely alive. Delany, me and about few other kids on our street had made it past our tenth year of life, IAAN hadn’t killed us..but I was starting to think that this little disease had done something else.
“Come on.” I said to Delaney, nodding my head to the field behind our house. He nodded once and we started walking away from the house. I glanced over my shoulder long enough to see the thick wispy fog cover the cream colored panels of the houses walls. Then, there was nothing but a silhouette sitting in the thick fog.
Much to often, I would miss the bus, and if I did so did Delaney. It had gotten to the point that we had to figure out how to get to school without anyone to take us there. Mom worked as a nurse at a hospital that was at least five miles from the house and at least ten miles from our school, she always wanted to get a head start in things which meant getting up at five. She would get up, get ready, make all three of us a sack lunch and then left the house for another long day at work. Now dad worked downtown, he was a manager of one of the Walmarts or something like that. He never really talked about his work so I wasn’t really sure if this was true or not. Still, he was rarely there when we got up.
