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Companion story to Together.

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"You have to get as far away from the city as you can!"

She doesn't get it. She just doesn't understand what being human means for me.

"How? It's not like I can teleport. No passport. No car. What am I supposed to do? Hitchhike?"

I try not to let my frustration bleed through, but it does. I can tell from the look in her eyes that it's just starting to dawn on her how limited I am.

"It's like the whole world got turned upside down. Now, humans are the endangered species and I'm one of them."

I am so lost. My powers have defined, directed my entire life. It's what drew Jedikiah to me. Will my surrogate father discard me now? Will he see me as useless, the way everyone else around me does?

It happened so fast. I want to slow things down . . . to find time to adjust, but there is no time.

I turn to her for help. To help me find a way to understand.

"What happened to us, Cara?"

I reach out, needing to touch her. To feel some type, any type, of contact with her.

"What happened?"

I can't look her in the face. Can't let her see how bewildered I am. How much pain I hold inside of me.

"I used to be able to hear your thoughts. Now, it's just silence. It feels empty."

I am empty. I have no identity now. My powers were at the very core of me. It's how I defined me. They shaped my whole life.

I was -

John Young, youngest Ultra recruit ever.

John Young, top Ultra agent.

John Young, rebel TP leader.

John Young, TP Killer.

Now, there is nothing special about me. Every one of my fellow humans can kill.

My powers brought me everything bad and good in my life. The good, the best was her, and now she's lost.

She cups my cheek and I lean into her hand, cherishing the feeling. She tries to reassure me. "We are going to survive this."

I search her face, but it reveals nothing of her thoughts. I'll have to get used to this new silence. This emptiness that she used to fill. I mourn the passing of our love, but I need to try.

"Together?" I say, echoing the word I used when we reunited. When I realized how terrified I was of losing her. Back then, I would have started a new life rather than return to the old one without her. Now . . the choice has been taken from me.

I see the tears glistening in her eyes as she says, "I will find a way to stop the Founder and then I will find you. I promise."

She does not repeat what I said, like she did before. She does not say 'together'. By not saying that word, she's telling me something. I don't want to think about it right now, so I ask, "And, if you don't?"

She hesitates and then says, "If you won't save yourself, will you at least try to save Astrid?"

I nod and leave. There's nothing more to be said.

At the same time the Founder killed John Young, Homo superior, he was midwife at the birth of John Young, Homo sapiens. I need to stop mourning what has been, what has passed.

I take stock of my resources for the life I have been given.

I have -

A social security number.

The G.E.D that Jedikiah insisted I get.

An expired driver's license.

Twenty six dollars and thirty seven cents.

A pocket knife.

Pitiful, but I have the life of a human girl to save and my own. So I, John Young, newborn human, will do what newborns of every species do.

I will fight to live.

~ FIN ~