Burn Me With Your Ice

Whispers. That's all you know about where you're going. No one says anything, no one knows anything. Isolated from the world, like some many of you; sharing the same fate as several others, because there is no other way, there is no other choice. They're not saving you, nor protecting normal humans; they're harvesting you. But anyway, why would you be surprised, if you are in fact different? Society has no place for different people. But they really shouldn't underestimate any of you.

(ps: the cover image is not mine, so credits to whoever owns it)

(This story was based on ''Nothing Burns Like the Cold'' by skelletonflowers; I have her consent to publish)