"Mutation. It is the key to our evolution. It is how we have evolved from a single celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evol...
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I'm crouching behind the counter, I'm between Bree and, Jay holding our breaths, awaiting two possible outcomes. One: We get captured, and possibly - and most likely - die. Or Two: Mysteriously make it out of our predicament alive. We remain quiet right as a group of heavy foot steps storm passed the kitchen. Two sets of troopers storm into the kitchen, on the opposite end of the kitchen. I turn my head to see the reflection of the two army men against the shiny refrigerator. They're dressed in dark clothing, with black helmets, bullet-proof vests, and guns pointing in front of them. They kind of look like Storm Troopers with their black helmets on their heads and the way they march in unison. I turn back to look at Jay who mouths the word 'military' silently to me then to a very bold Bree. A very bold Bree, who is now revealing the knife she had grabbed before the three of us huddled behind the island. I shake my head at her in protest at her as she slinks away from our crouched position, towards the intruders. I slap Jay to grab her, but it's too late, she's revealed herself.
"No..!" I hiss standing from my position, and freezing the two men that point their guns at Bree. I freeze them a second before they pull the trigger at my sister who has her weapon raised.
"You know, I just needed to distract them," she informs me and I squint my eyes at her like she's lost her sense of acting rational.
"Distract them? From what?"
Logan answers my question as he runs into the kitchen, blades in his hand while he collides into the two Storm Troopers. He stabs them back into motion, until he pushes them against the refrigerator and doesn't pull away until they're motionless, and red streaks of blood follow their body's path to the floor. There are six stab wounds in the refrigerator and when I look at Logan's hands I realize he isn't holding knives, instead there are three metal claws extracted from his fists. So this is his mutation. He retracts his metal claws before turning around to look at us, "where's Romeo and Carrie?"
"They're probably still sleeping, in our room." I tell him as I help Jay up from off the ground, "what is going on?"
"Looks like someone decided to attack the wrong house," Logan growls as he takes a gun from one of the corpses and tosses it to me, the other gun is given to Jay. "Follow me."
We trail him into the hallway, where we follow the steps of the Storm Troopers. The rooms we pass have been evacuated, rooms we checked moments ago are all empty. There's commotion coming from in front of us in the hallway that makes me grip my weapon tighter. From beside me Jay whispers, "have you ever fired a gun before?"
I shake my head, "never. You?"
"Only blanks. You know, for training," he whispers.
