The Power Within

Chapter 1

(outfit- minus beanie-^^^)

I remember everything from the day my war started. It was in fourth grade. I was at school sitting next to my friend Liam and his brother Cole and lunch. We were all talking about how the teacher fell walking into class earlier that day when the person next to me, Anya Smith, one of my friends froze up. I remember asking her if she was okay while she shook and starred at the wall. I remember her eyes glowing Yellow then the power going out as she fell onto the floor. She was the first to die, at least from our school. Two months later and over half the school was dead. My parents eventually stopped sending me to school and didn't let me leave the house, they were so scared I'd catch I.A.A.N. Liam would come to my door almost every day to see if I was alright and my parents always told him the same thing every time. "She's fine, but we're going to have to ask you to leave". Eventually Liam just stopped coming to my house and I remember feeling so alone. I remember the day my parents turned me over to the C.D.C. I sat in my room looking at old photos of my friends and I when my parents came into my room. My mother had tears running down her cheeks and my father patted her back as they walked over to me.

"Mom? What's wrong?" I asked setting the photos down. 

"Honey, we need to have a talk okay." She said sitting down next to me.

"Okay." I said as dad sat of the other side of me.

"Honey, we called the C.D.C. today. They said that they could cure you." Mom said with a small smile.

"Cure me? Mom I'm not sick." I said confused.

"Honey just listen please. They're on their way, they promised to take good care of you and once you're cured, they'll send you back home okay." Mom said s more tears ran down her cheeks.

"I'm not sick mom." I said as fear built up inside me.

Dad put a hand on my shoulder.

"You are honey." Dad said.

He kissed my forehead.

"We love you." He said hugging me.

I pushed him off me and he went flying into the wall. My eyes widened and Mom backed up from me.

"I-I didn't...I'm sorry." I said looking to dad who rubbed his head standing up.

I looked to my mom who squealed and ran out of the room.

"No mom, come back!" I yelled as tears ran down my cheeks. 

I looked to my father and he ran out as well. I cried as things in my room started to lift up off the floor. Lights shun through my window and I looked to see a car pulling up in out driveway. Men in hazmat suits walked out and towards the door. I grabbed a picture of my parents and Liam and I and stuffed them in the pocket of my sweatshirt. The door to my room suddenly burst open and them men walked towards me. I started to panic as they grabbed my arms and dragged me out of my room. I cried for my parents but they just watched as the men dragged me outside and threw me into their car.

Nothing was the same after that. I remember taking a bus to the camp and a guard in the back aiming his gun from person to person. The government wasn't afraid of the dead kids, or the angry depressed parents that came with. They were afraid of us, the survivors. You either died or you went to the camps. I remember being put in that chair and being told I was a blue. There were no reds and oranges in the camp, they were killed off right away. I was tested on every day for 5 years, until one night when a green named Charles told me they were planning an escape that night and if I wanted out it'd be at the south gate. I remember sneaking out at night and joining the huge crowd. I remember A blue pushing the gate free and us running for it as the guards shot at us. I remember running into to the blue that pushed the gate open while he carried a little girl. I remember him telling me to follow him and I remember the day I found out it was Liam.