Four. It was everyone's unlucky number. Especially for these four kids. Each of them always stuck with each other when testing came around. Each of them having a four number tattoo on their wrist. Since no one used their names. Names were numbers in this hellhole.
1918, 1210, 1010, and 1324 were their names. Each being no younger than the age of seven. They were all stuck. In one plain, white, room. No windows, no furniture. Just a big metal door with a small glass window and a small slide. "When are we gonna get out?" The boys would ask, staring at the two girls who only replied with, "Soon."
But when they had finally escaped with many others and it's years later will the four of them still remember each other? Recognize each other in any way? Maybe be friends? Be mates? With all that, they get a bumpy ride along the way. Meeting people who are like them or different.
But others who used their more 'advanced' power for something different. Something more evil. Can these teenagers really stop someone who wants to take over the world and their future?
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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