• Chapter 1: Krendal and Saro: Beginnings.
    A hand reached out of the darkness, grabbing a lighter.
    "So, you're telling me he escaped us hm?" said a large man, with gray hair and a scarf. He sat down the lighter, taking a puff of his smoke. "He up and left!" he exclaimed.
    "No sir. He had 20 others with him. I have no idea where he went he just-" the scared man had no chance to finish the sentence as his head was cut off only a second later.
    "Get him out of here." He said swiftly. "And grab the child. He needs to know what happened to his older brother..."
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    Krendal stood up, his tan skin under his sliver hair. The things he'd seen. His muscular physique was donned at the facility he escaped from only moments ago. He was in the forest of the city ruins, walking with the five members left of his cell group. Charles, the rich kid they took for his money. Amp, the schizo they took for his electric powers, his hair crackling as he walked with Charles, his rich boy vest and collared shirt. Candice, her brown, pixie cut hair sitting there blankly, in hopes of escape. Teyzla, the blind Italian, his bright orange hair glowing compared to the black suit he always wore, and lastly Kennard, the muscle, who couldn't spell his name, but could answer a math problem at a thousand paces while throwing a car at you. His black hair wild as he stared at Krendal. Krendal, the tallest of them, a good 6'4 was their leader.
    "KRENDAL!" Kennard yelled. "WHEN ARE WE GOING!? THEY GONNA COME FER US!" he said as he sat down on a rock. Krendal shook his head, his bright silver hair shining in the light. He wagged his finger as for them to follow. He didn't want to leave his brother behind, but what choice did he have?
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    Saro, his pale blonde hair following behind him, was walking home from school. He knew what he needed to do, but he ignored it. His rich family side dining as his side failed. So he wasn't an all powerful fighter like his cousin, with the Anger Ability. Who cares. He does. Saro had been like this since fourth grade, when he failed the Secros test. He popped his fingers and grabbed his mothers necklace. Another lonely day, he thought. Why me? Just then a car came up from behind him, and he was stunned. He was even more stunned when he felt the wind beneath him suddenly be pushed, a circle around him carved into the ground and the car sent backwards.
    " Hey! You okay dude?" Saro said frantically, looking at the driver. The driver was passed out, drunk. Saro threw his backpack to the ground in anger and threw his pen across the field. He stopped. His pen was glowing purple as it flew. He had it. He started to laugh. He had the Anger Ability.
    "IN YOUR FACE LARS!"
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    Krendal walked through the suburbs of the dump. He turned to see a glowing pen fly by him.
    " The hell?" he said, his voice deep and rough, yet it sounded caring. He turned to see the pen slowly drilling through the tree. He turned and saw a boy jumping up and down in the streets before the boy walked off. Krendal himself was about 20(he estimated) and the boy looked about 17. He turned to Amp, his grin forever there, and nodded his head to follow him. Amp obliged happily, and slowly followed the boy to a small, broken down house.