The street was empty except for an elderly couple getting into a taxi.
I crept out of the shadows, imagining a rabbit for it's keen hearing
and an owl for it's night vision. Tut's emerald eyes flashed in the
milky glow casted by the moon, hanging low in the sky. Tut looked up,
nodded and blinked twice, the signal. A deer popped in my head as I
bounded into the jungle like garden. Tut found the door, crouched low
to the ground and crashed into the door, breaking it of it's hinges
and busting into splinters. His deep, throughty purr rose up to greet
my as I cautiosly entered into the dwelling. I rubbed tut's head, and
peered into the musty home. "go find the kitchin, tut!" a whispered
into his ear. He flicked his tail and stalked inside, sholder blades
rolling and teeth barred. Soon, we reached the masive kitchen and I
instantly began to grab food from the cubords, stuffing it into my bag
and pockets. " hurry!" tut urdged as he grabed a loaf of bread in his
jaws. I nodded and sksmpered out of the room followed by my loyal
panther. We fled off the property, running down ally ways and across
fields. We finaly reached the small camp. People were clustered around
a bright, ragging fire, sparked showering those close enough. As I
waltzed in, there were cheers from everyone. I dropped the food into
our rations pile to be rationated at a later date. I grabbed a seat by
Perry, with tut on my other side. Perry could read minds, but not mine
because mine was full of the voices of animals. Oh, right I'm a
special. So is everyone in the camp. I, if I do say so myself, am the
most, unique special in the bunch. I can talk to animals, and if I
imagine a certan type, I receive charecteristics of the animal. Of all
the people in the world, only a handful of them are specials. And the
good kids in this camp are the Resistance. What are resisting? The
linkers. They are these group of soaless people, if you could confided
them human that is. They catch you and suck up your will, so you will
assacinate their enemies and other dastardly deeds. Powers is what we
call it when you fall dangerously ill one day, then radiating with
power the next, 100% healthy. Linkers can detect when Powers occures
so they can capture and link to the child. Oh, and the only specials
are kids under the age of 18. Most die afterwards because they try to
fight the linkers and they are murdered. Otheres get killed during
their fist days of assacin training. So we go under cover, kill
linkers and try to live every day. A specials days are numbered. I'm
12. Hopfully I'll defete the odds. Candy came over with a tray of
