A few years ago is when it all started. Powered people had finally come out of hiding. The government had started taking us from our homes in order to join them in wars that we did not want to be apart of. They would threaten the people we loved in order to control us.
That's why I left and have been on the run for about two years now. In that amount of time I have traveled all over the U.S. in hopes of staying hidden. Over the years I have perfected your ability to control metal, and so now I wear a metal bracelet made up of tiny balls in case of emergency.
Right now I have been in Wilton, Iowa for about 2 weeks. It's a nice place small, not a lot of cameras. As I am walking back to my shit hole of an apartment with $2000 in my pocket from illegal street racing, two black vans pull up in front of me. If corse the one night I decide to leave my car at the garage. Before I can even react I feel a dart prick my neck. As I start to fade away from conciseness I see a guy walking towards me in military uniform. The last thing I think is I'm so fucked.
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