Don't Fade (BTS edition)(Darkest Mind Fanfic)

The rain pouring outside my cage wouldn't stop. The skies were gloomy and miserable as if they sympathized and mirrored my current emotions. Hopeless, lost, sad and confused. 

The generation I was born in was plagued by a virus as IAAN, idiopathic adolescent acute neurodegeneration. It took out 30% of the kids worldwide. This dimmed humanity's future and what was to come.

 The kids who survived this who started developing a variety of powers all classified into colors. There were 5 kinds of powers classified into color ranks from least to most dangerous. Green, blue, yellow, red and orange. All these colors were associated with different powers.

In the end the world was afraid of us, parents shut us out or died trying to hide us. The government teared us from our normal lives to detainting camps to supposedly rehabilitate us, when it was all bullshit to cover up the fact that they saw us as monsters to be imprisoned, controlled or killed. 

 At some point I started to question whether surviving this virus was a blessing or a curse. Surely if I had not survived, I wouldn't have to spend out my days bound by chains and oppressed by the fastly contagious negativity in light of our powers. But I had to accept my fate as did the rest of 28 kids in this bus.

   I was in a bus going North of my town whiteschurch in New Hampshire, it was two hours into the ride and the kids sitting besides were already shitting their pants. If it wasn't for my distracting train of thoughts I would've joined them. The driver up ahead kept the same face as all the other government agents I've seen throughout the whole ride. Annoyed. And bored out of his goddamn mind, he seemed like a zombie who needed caffeine badly, probably wishing this was his last shift for the day of driving little kids to their doom. 

The whimpering and sobbing of kids in the back didn't help either, every time the pleas fell upon his ears he looked at us like we were nothing but a burden he wanted to be rid off. This time though, another kid pulled the courage to speak up and say "Mister, how long do we have to go"?
The innocent kid was then met with a silent and piercing glare from the rear view mirror. I scrunch my nose in disgust at the man's attitude before noticing his eyes being drawn to me. I quickly look away and put a poker face not wanting any argument, fights or trouble. Apparently these adults are short tempered for all I've seen and would turn rabid if you so much as even look at their direction. The last thing I want is to be met with brute force or bias, these agents were completely unsympathetic towards us and wouldn't hesitate to screw us over in any way they can, and if you have attitude problems, you are basically dead. I wanted to scoff at their ridiculous behavior, what were they even expecting from us after manhandling us into this bus and changing our lives forever. For us to be grateful? 
         I took a deep breath and shifted in my seat to a more comfortable position. My eyes started to flutter and the sleep deprivation was catching up to me. The last thing I saw before I left was the image of my parent's faces, eyes full of hatred, rage and pain while they held their dead son in their arms. My eyelids then started to droop and head swayed before resting against the window.
My world goes black and the last thing I hear, was the haunting voice that had burned into my skull repeating the same word over and over again. "Murderer".