In a world torn apart by war, hatred, and evil one team of rebellious spies fights for freedom. Freedom is no easy goal to obtain, however, as they have to fight against gangs, arms dealers, assassins, and ultimately Mr.L, the dictating crime lord of futuristic Miami. However, when their best spy is killed will they be able to rise above their loss to defeat Mr.L and bring peace to the world? Or will they be slain in their fruitless attempts at freedom? No one can be trusted, and trust can be given to no one. Will good persevere? Or will it fall by the wayside? Read this thrilling novel to find out who is good, who is evil, and who is dead.

Everything was perfect, until a disease came around that gave ordinary people supernatural powers. The Mutants, as they were called, were feared by the public. The Government, trying to protect the general population, set up an elite group to eliminate the Mutants, known as the Force. Neira thought she was just like everybody else, just normal; but she was wrong, so hopelessly wrong.

"Number, 1500 your turn" She never had a name. To the Republic of Armos she was, Oddity #1500. She was taken from her family at a young age because she was different. Her parents believe her dead, she would be better off dead

Juliana backed up slowly. "Please. Don't do this," she whispered under her breath. She felt the panic settling in over her. She could hardly breathe. Her chest was tightening against the corset painfully. Her mind was racing of all the loose ends she was leaving behind. This was the end. "Listen to you, groveling like a peasant," The word was spat at Juliana like venom. She flinched at the harshness of the words -- but more so of the harshness of her perpetrator. The betrayal and pain that they had inflicted on her. "I will do this, Juliana. I can't wait to see the light leave your eyes, and your dead body hit the floor."

Lillian could sense the power coursing through her, but why her? Why now?She was just a circus performer.

*Marauders Era HP FanFic* "They-they can't know, not now, not ever." I frantically whispered under my breath. "They deserve to know Monica!"He screamed at me. Dread and fear were taking over my body and I didn't know what to do. "No! That's it. I can't do this anymore!" I yelled, while throwing my hands in the air in frustration."Do what?" He asked, genuinely concerned. "This." I said firmly, tears threatening to spill over. "So, what are you saying?" He asked, coming closer to me. He was shaking and the scars on my arms were illuminating. I couldn't do this anymore. "Goodbye, Not 'I'll see you later', I'm not coming back. And that's a promise."