Frozen
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The needle dug into the skin on the flesh on her back, an excruciating pain running through her so bad that she wanted to scream. Yet she couldn't. Her voice box wouldn't work; neither would her muscles or bones as she dropped onto the hardwood floor with a slump. “I’m sorry.” Was the last words she heard from him before her memory went blank. --- The Division- a group of scientists who altered 5 childrens DNA and gave them one of the four elements- fire, water, air, and earth. 30 years later these children, had children who inherited their powers. These are the Second Generation. Elizabeth Conner is the part of the Second Generation. And the most powerful of them all. With the Division hunting down the Second Generation in fear of losing their power, they must kill their enemies and maybe friends in order to survive.
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He can hear them coming. He doesn't know where, but he can hear them from the distance. Their whispers. Clueless of what they're about. Their footsteps. Regardless of where they plan to hide next. But he knows that it's somewhere nearby. And he has an idea of who their next victim is. He must help her. Before she turns into one of them. It's too late to take any risks. He must go soon. But what he was unaware of, was that they already made their next move. ________________________________ They are fast. Quiet. They can speak without moving their lips. No words. Something else. They're hidden beneath the shadows of where we used to be. Right behind your house. Only few can hear them. Ones who shouldn't. They should live normal, happy lives like the rest of us. But they can harshly hear the silent, swift footsteps of the others. The ones that are Injected.

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