Youth(L. Stewart au)

Chapter 01: Game of Survival

The first experience with death that Samantha Hart had encountered was her own father's death. He was only 39 years old when he died of leukemia. The 9 year old was heartbroken. However, being the oldest out of the set of triplets, she saw to it that it was her duty to be strong for not only her sisters and mother, but to her dad as he rested up in heaven.

Less than 2 weeks after her father's passing, the three girls shared their 10th birthday with only one parent at their side. That summer, their mother packed all of their things up to go to a sleepaway camp for 8 weeks; their mother would be one of the coaches/councilors there.

What was supposed to be 8 weeks of camp, turned to only 2 weeks.

And it was all because of IAAN.

~

Everyone was sound asleep when it first happened.

Samantha was sleeping in a bed situated between two other beds that held a girl named Gisselle Miller on her right and a girl named Nicole Marshall on her left.

All the kids from her age group were in one cabin, boys on one side and the girls directly across them on the other side.

Samantha and Gisselle were the first ones to wake up to the screams of agony of a girl named Anna Jenkins who slept in the bed right next to Gisselle's bed.

When the two girls opened their eyes, they were met with Anna in the middle of the air, floating. engulfed in flames as her eyes flared red, then green, then blue, then orange, then yellow, and then finally black before she plummeted to the ground as a charred up skeleton covered in burning/burnt flesh.

Within 2 hours of that event, the government was swarming the camp. In the next 2 months, the campers population size went from 100 to only 34 kids, and the teenage councilors population size went from 50 to 17 councilors, however, the adult councilors over 20 did not have a decrease in their amount at all.

And although Mikayla Hart fought hard to have her three daughters come home with her, the government insisted that it was too dangerous and that they could provide the cure for her 3 daughters' disease.

~7 years later~

Soon, there wouldn't be any kids, anywhere.

7 years ago, 99 kids and I were infected by a disease called Idiopathic Adolescent Acute Neurodegeneration, or IAAN for short.

Out of the 100 kids infected, only 34 managed to survive; myself included in that number. However, 4 had passed away in the camp the first year.

Almost immediately, the government infiltrated our summer camp and tore us away from the adult councilors and coaches, which included my mother.

We were deemed as a threat. I, a 10 year old girl, was deemed a threat to myself, my mother, and everyone else around me.

You see, the government wasn't afraid of what happened to the ones that didn't make it. They were afraid of us. Because the ones that survived, changed.

~

They divided us into 6 categories. Green, the geniuses, were the safest to be around. They were not violent and were kept in common lock up. Blues, the telekinetics, were somewhat safe. While most stayed in common lock up, there'd be some that would have to be put into solitary confinement. Yellows, the electrokinetics, is where it gets dangerous. While most yellows are extremely young in this camp, there are the occasional teenage yellows. Yellows are separated from each other and roomed with a blue or green. Oranges, the mind controllers, were one of three most dangerous colors. Usually, oranges are terminated as soon as their colors are discovered. However, some managed to slip through the system using their mind control to pass of as greens. Reds, the pyrokinetics, were the second most dangerous color. If you are found to be a red, you'll become enslaved by the government to warm the water heaters in the basement and burn an occasional traitor alive. However, the most dangerous color of them all is black.

Only two people have ever had the color black. The first one, was killed on sight. The second one, hid her color from the world and made everyone think she was a blue.

Their name was Samantha Hart, me.

~

While greens are geniuses, blues can manipulate things using their minds; they can hold a person in place without moving them; oranges can erase someone's memories, change someone's memories, and force someone to think or do anything; reds can breath fire, control fire, conjure fire, and eat metal to use as molten metal against someone.

And blacks, can do all of that and more.

Some say that the black powered kids is a myth, that it just doesn't exist.

However, I can say that it does exist. Yet I wish it didn't.

With all the stuff that people that were the black color had, I had more.

I am able to control every natural element one earth besides water; which includes lightning. I have the ability to mimic a scream that a banshee would make. I have the ability to undo anything that an orange has done to someone's mind; including someone who has had their memories erased. And even more stuff.

At the moment, I was laying on my back in my cell. My cellmate, Gisselle Miller, was throwing a ball of rubber bands up in the air before catching it and doing it over and over again.

We knew what was coming soon, our nightly line up in the courtyard. The PSF's didn't care that it was snowing outside, or that it was only 28 degrees Fahrenheit at the moment.

They wanted us to be cold and uncomfortable, which is why they do it every night. It felt like a game of survival to us, they were the hunters and we were the prey.

Then, all of a sudden, as if my head was tuning into a channel like a radio would; a muffled voice called out. Yet I knew exactly who it was.

"If you can hear this, please pass this message on to every kid around you. I am Dylan West, one of the only surviving oranges at this camp. I, among 15 others kids, have been planning to break out tonight in the courtyard. However, we need your help. In order for this to work, we need the following people to come to the edge of the courtyard as soon as they let us out..." it got muffled for a few seconds, which gave me enough time to look at Gisselle and I could tell right away that she just heard the message too. "Victoria Sawyer, Emma Campbell, James West, Tyler Baker, Nicole Marshall, Gisselle Miller, Liam Stewart, and Samantha Hart."

"To the rest of you, we need your help now more than ever. To the greens, please calculate what time the guards switch posts and how long it'll take till the next guard comes. To the blues, you won't be needed till the initial jail break. Liam Stewart will be leading the blues in breaking down the fences and gates. To the yellows, we need you to short circate the building so the kids in solitary confinement can escape too. To the oranges; I know that there are only a few of us left in here; but we need all of you to work together to force the guards to turn on each other just as the blues start to push the fences and gates down. to the reds, we need you to give them literal hell until most of the kids are out. As soon as you hear gun shots though, run. And to the one black in there, kick ass and do what needs to be done."

it has begun.