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"Get them out of here right now!"

"You have the right to remain silent."

"This room's clear!"

"Has anyone seen Doctor Kingsley?"

Soldiers moved back and forth, leading men and women in white lab coats towards secure armored cars. More soldiers poured into the building, searching for any remaining scientists and employees, as well as any test subjects. The operation was going as planned.

"Sergeant Hanson. Sergeant Hanson, come in, over."

Sergeant Kevin Hanson keyed the comms link. "This is Hanson, over. What's your status?"

"First floor's clear. C Team's moving upstairs. We're mopping up here and we'll head out in a few, over."

"Roger that. Hanson out."

He clicked the headset off and turned to Corporal Leridan. "Now we just have to find Doctor Kingsley, and I'd call this a good day."

No sooner had he said it, a window on the third floor shattered. A body flew out and landed on a car parked in the parking lot, caving the hood in. The man emitted a groan. Several soldiers ran over to the ruined car. One of the men waved the Sergeant over.

"Hey Sarge! It's Kingsley!"

A stunned Hanson jogged over to the men. He pushed his way through until he could see the doctor. Kingsley was bleeding from several deep scratches on his face and arms. Hanson leaned towards the disabled man.

"Kingsley, what happened to you?"

The doctor opened his eyes and stared right at him. "I made them what they are. And I paid for my sins."

The knife glistened, reflecting the light from the fixtures on the ceiling. Doctor Kingsley advanced toward the three teens huddled in the corner.

"You are proof of the power of science. Never before has anyone been able to accomplish what I have done. But unfortunately, they can't find you. I can't afford to pay the price for your existence. You weren't meant to exist, and it needs to stay that way."

One of the teens spoke up. "If you knew it would come to this, then why did you even do it?!"

Kingsley grinned maliciously. "Just so I could know that it was possible." He wiped the blade on his lab coat. "Oh, don't worry. I have plenty of records of my successes. You weren't a total waste." He slowly walked closer.

The boy who had spoken turned to his companion, another boy about the same age as him. "C'mon man, if you're going to do something, do it now."

The other boy shook his head, fear in his eyes. "I don't know if I can. I still haven't mastered it. Last time I tried it, I –"

"We don't have time to freak out about this!" the third boy, slightly older than the other two, said. "It's life or death right now!"

Kingsley stepped closer.

The blade rose slowly.

The middle boy closed his eyes and stretched his right arm forward. The air in front of him seemed to stop and round up around the edges. Kingsley stopped and eyed the spectacle. Suddenly, it rushed forward, sending Kingsley flying out the window.

"We've got the kids, sir!" an infantryman shouted to Hanson. Hanson looked over at the three who had just joined their companions, two girls and a boy. Corporal Leridan walked up beside his commanding officer. "What are we going to do with them, Sarge?"

"Keep 'em together, that's what you do."

Both men turned around. Hanson had his sidearm drawn, pointed at the speaker. "Who on Earth are you?"

The spikey redheaded man raised his hands. "Whoa, lower the gun, man."

The gun stayed leveled at his head. "Then tell me who you are."

The triangular tattoos under the man's eyes glowed briefly. "I'm the first success."

"What?"

"Yep, I was the first experiment that actually turned out right and survived. The name's Axel. Got it memorized?"

"Cut the lip, man, you're speaking to a Radiant Garden Marine Sergeant. You will show respect when –"

"Easy, Leridan." Hanson lowered his gun and turned to Axel. "What do you purpose we should do?"

Axel pulled a map out from his back pocket and spread it out on the hood of a car. He pointed to a spot circled in red on the map. "Here."

Hanson cocked an eyebrow. "Twilight Town?"

Axel nodded. "It's a smaller community. I can set up suitable living arrangements. If they want, I can get a skyline suite in downtown for them."

Hanson thought for a second, then nodded. "All right. They'll go to Twilight Town with you."

He turned to the corporal. "Give them the news."

Leridan nodded and headed to the group of kids. He studied them from a distance. Four boys; a brunette, two blonds, and strangely, a silver-haired kid. There were also two girls, a redhead and a brunette. He sighed and headed over to them.

Leridan knelt in front of the redheaded girl who was crying. "Don't cry. Everything's going to be alright."

The girl sniffed. "I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm happy to get out of that torture chamber."

Leridan nodded grimly. "We're taking you somewhere safe. You'll be going with a man named Axel. Apparently, he's a former experiment here too."

The blonde boy with spiky hair looked at him. "Where are we going?"

Leridan leaned closer. "Have you ever heard of Twilight Town?"