Times have changed. We live in a world twisted and marred by a superior race. They are powerful, ruthless, hateful towards us mere humans. It 's like we are back to the times of slavery , blood and torture.
The world went through the worst war in the history a few years back and lost most of its human population. There were areas where they wiped the land clean with their powers,cities after cities were razed to the ground. Children were held in facilities to experiment on, women for the sole purpose of pleasure and torture to satisfy their perverted hunger, men to work in their mines and fields while they sit on their superior asses and watch on with a cruel smirk . Those who were fortunate enough to escape the fire, ice , water or death, fled into the mountains and forests. There they lived in constant fear of being exposed, in clans of no more than 50. We were back to the stone age hunting and taking cover beneath the trees or caves. We'd lost so much and so many that we were wondering if escaping and living like this was any better than torture and death at their hands. But that's just one side of the world... dark, cold, dead and hopeless.
It was 3 years ago when they went rebellious. The governments all around issued an open statement to kill them at sight. I guess that triggered it. And they poured out from every corner of the world with their raging powers, and stood up against the government. War was a blood shed on both parts but we were too weak compared to their abilities .
It was raining when they attacked my town. I was at a public library finishing up prepping for a quiz. There was no fore warning just some loud bangs and screams that shattered the peace and pierced the souls. I ran out in my bewilderment and there was a sea of bloodshed and bodies... burned, iced, staked, turned into stone or ripped apart. The only thought that crossed my mind then was my family... I ran like a rabid dog through the chaos, bumping the people who were running to take cover and shoving each others away. We seemed like mere rag dolls in front of their armed and polished uniforms. I wondered if they custom made their uniform blood proof because there was not a speck of blood on them even when they were ruthlessly killing and torturing through the town. I slipped multiple times on the slick roads and muddy streets, rain pouring down and diluting the blood but not fully washing away its trace . Somehow I escaped through that chaos unharmed and reached my front door soaked to the bone.
It was partially open and swinging in dead silence. And that's when I felt true terror coursing through my veins. I stepped through the door with my heart hammering . And there right infront of the kitchen counter was my mom lying face down in her own pool of blood. I couldn't move, as if I were in a dream, I couldn't scream , I couldn't even feel the pain . I stepped aside her and moved further in . My dad was nowhere to be found but my sister... she was pinned to the wall with several forks, spoons, knives sticking out of her body and blood dripping down the floral wall.
I just stood there staring at her lifeless cold eyes. That's when a whimper caught my attention and like a switch being turned on , all my emotions slammed into me with a physical force and I sprinted into Chikki's room only to find it empty. I moved further in and immediately dropped down to see under the bed, was relieved to find him there, crouching and covering his eyes like if he can't see the big bad cruel world then it can't see him either. He saw me then and leapt out of his hiding straight into my lap crying and shaking. I held him tight shushing and comforting and I knew we had to leave this place before they came back on a second round to finish the job more thoroughly . Guess I won't be leaving this chaos totally unharmed after all, I thought with a bitter laugh.
Looking into my nephew's terror filled eyes I knew then and there that I will do anything to protect him. Even if I had to give up my own soul for that. And I knew I would never hate anyone more than THEM . Those who took their self defense 10 steps ahead and decided it was justified to go on a mass murder . I was filled with rage , hatred, and pure blood lust for those who killed my family. For those who called themselves "Mutants".