The New Generation

The New Generation

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They never saw it coming, no one ever did.They were taken from their homes, their families their lives. They've undergone experimentation and testing. Now they take the screaming babies from their mothers pleading arms. Allison is the last of her Series. Lucky to be alive, that's what she's always told. The dead are the lucky ones. Raymond is the last of his Series as well, unlike Allison, he hasn't learned to just obey. He is fire and she is ice. They've always tested them together. They agreed long ago that we would just put up a show for the scientists. They were wrong to think they'd be okay with that. Lucas has never known silence in his life. He has grown with the people around him. But have the voices gotten too loud for him? Maggie never wanted this life. She did not want to come to the facility, but how much is she willing to give up for the people that she loves.
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"Are you coming to bed firefly?" He says to me laying his hands over my waist joining me in looking over the city. "I want to look out for a little longer if that is alright?" I mumble hoping that he heard me anyways, I wasn't ready to walk into that bedroom, and I don't think I ever would be. "Of course, I'll be getting ready for bed, come in whenever you are ready." He says confidently and walks away leaving my waist cold something for which I am grateful. Especially when my mind burns with other more dangerous thoughts. The warmth that forever lingers in the air, never burning the skin, but always reminding about what is around us. I force air into my lungs feeling the unexpected warmth fill me. He stands in the room watching me even though he said he was getting ready for bed. He is worried about me, about me jumping. I have contemplated it I will admit, but he would stop me before I fell even two feet. I was stuck, and no one could save me. Not even myself, my fucking weak self. His presence is demanding no matter where we are, but right now I could sense everything about him, and I try to suppress the unwanted feelings that curl right under my skin. "Firefly? About done?" He calls out and I release my hand from the guard rail not realizing that as I looked at the lights that covered the shining city with the falling fire in the background that my subconscious was thinking about how nice it would be... how relieving it would be... to just fall. True freedom. I take a step back and wrap my hands together turning around to a fully clothed unchanged man and nod once. I could see the fear in his eyes that I would, he knows if he gave me the chance... I wasn't ready for this, but I had to survive. No matter what. Highest Ranks: #17 In Romance #5 in Soulmates

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