Prologue: Steven Valentine
I pulled the leaves away from my face. The there was little to no light coming from the military complex except for the couple of barrel fires. The air was damp and there was a cold breeze comping from the ocean. I concentrated on one of the barrel fires. There was 5 men huddled around the barrel with m9s slung on their shoulders. I focused. There had been a shooting practice on the range where these men were standing. I tried to pull the memory out of my mind. I could feel the tingle my gift gave when used. Suddenly, a line of soldiers faxed into existence. I released the thought and the line of soldiers fired their rifles, annihilating the men huddled around the fire. The whole complex went into a frenzy. The sky was lit up as the line of soldiers fazed out of existence. I broke out into a sprint towards the road. I could summon a military truck out of my memory to enter the complex. This was probably the best course of action.
The air was full of sound. A choir of panic. Quickly and skillfully, I got onto the road where the truck was already waiting for me. I hopped onto the back and released the thought. The truck drove into the complex and parked beside a warehouse looking place. I stepped out of the truck as the truck faded out of existence. It was a dark corner where I was standing. The air smelt of the ocean and dead fish.
The warehouse was huge in the inside, filled with tree high shelves lined with boxes of all sorts of colors and shapes. There was a small entrance to a underground area. I stealthy pulled my legs through the tiredness into the underground entrance. The door was like the ones you would see in a hospital. It gave a bad feeling. I opened the door revealing a plain hallway with stone floors and cream colored walls. Several door were scattered across the hallway. "Stop!" A voice screamed. I slowly turned my head to the source of the sound. A plump man in full military uniform stood there aiming a pistol to my head. I don't know if it was the stress or something but an idea popped into my head. With the biggest amount of speed I could muster I spun around and broke into a sprint, dodging the reaction bullet the man had just fired. The plump man broke into a chase. Just as expected. I thought of the memory of the bullet that had just been fired. Out of a sudden the man was pushed off his feet and collapsed into the floor. The man had a bullet hole in the back of his head. I wasn't very good with blood so I quickly pushed my gaze away from the corpse.
I knew what I had to find. Room 521. I walked for a couple minutes before seeing the door. A large metal plate with the numbers 521 was sitting on the wall next to the plain wooden door. I was nervous to find what was inside the room. I could feel my had shivering slightly when I opened the door. There was a desk opposite to the door, piled with papers and files. The walls couldn't be seen through the mass amount of papers that were hanged on these walls. Most of the papers were photographs of a humanoid figure made of white light. There was a single paper that caught my attention. A file sitting in the middle of the desk with a label saying "Genesis". I went over to grab it before the door slammed and a voice said "nice to see you here Steven". I could recognize that deep voice anywhere. "General Alvarez" I answered "I knew you were mixed into all of this". The general emerged from the corned of the room cloaked in shadows "The game is over. You aren't seeing the light of day again". I know what he was doing. I had read up before coming here. And I knew that he couldn't kill me. Or at least he was gonna keep me alive for a long time.