Disclaimer: I do not own Push or its characters

Authors Note: I will update when I get more reviews

"Leave me alone!" I yelled.

"Stop struggling and or your death will be that much more painful!" Carver yelled back.

I should probably explain my position. My name is Kari James. I have an ability that not many on this earth have. I can scream to where people bleed. DIVISION calls "breeds" like me Bleeders. Breeds are different humans with different abilities. Like Watchers, they can see the future. Movers can move things (it's easier to say than Telekinetic). And Wipers can erase the memory of a person from a few minutes to there whole life. DIVISION hunts us down and kills us like animals. Anyway, back to me. Like I said my name is Kari James. I 'm fourteen years old, I was a fourth generation Bleeder. My dad's dad's mother was a Bleeder and so were they. I had a younger sibling two years younger than me, her name was Sara. She was a second generation Mover. My mother was a Mover as well. Sadly, she was murdered by the DIVISION, my parents followed her shortly after. I have been orphaned for about a year now. I have no other family to speak of.

I was terrified. I never screamed unless I was in grave danger. Meeting DIVISION was at the top of My-Grave-Danger-List. I warmed up my lungs for the longest scream I had ever let out. Then I let it go. The "doctors" fell to the floor writhing in pain. Blood came out of their nose and ears. Everyone was affected, except Carver. Figures, I thought. He's probably used to the noise because he's heard it so many times. He walked up to me. Carver smirked.

"You look just like your mother before she died." He stroked my cheek.

"She didn't die, SHE WAS MURDERED!" I yelled. I gritted my teeth and after what I said, he took his hand away. I was breathing heavily from anger and the scream I let out minutes ago.

"Why don't you just leave us alone?" I asked wearily.

"We use you, then kill. It's that simple." He said in a dead tone. He turned around and grabbed a needle. The drug that killed my Great-Grandmother and my Grandfather.

Just as Carver turned around, I let loose a small scream about fifteen seconds. I broke the vial and cut up Carver's face. Because of the open wound, blood began to flow and it began to hurt him badly. He held his hands up to his face yelling out in pure anger and agony. That was my cue. I bolted out the door. I risked every turn and step I made. Suddenly, the alarm went off. There was an air vent to my right. Without missing a beat, I threw open the hatch and dove inside. I scrambled to shut it. I watched as the doctors and Carver ran by my hiding spot.

I looked up and saw a ledge. It was a short leap up. I jumped and grabbed the ledge. I pulled myself up. I continued to climb and crawl through the ventilation until I got to a room. It had Carver and a couple doctors with tranquilizer guns.

Carver was barking orders at them like crazy.

"We must find her!" He yelled.

"Yes, sir!" They were just about to leave when they heard a noise. It was me, I had lightly kicked the side of the air duct. One of them aimed the gun at my head and pulled the trigger. I pulled my head back with a slight yelp as it buried itself into the aluminum wall. Carver's eye's widened.

"She's in the air duct!" He yelled into his walkie-talkie. Bail time! The doctors shot every inch of the vent. Many came close. I grabbed a few darts out of the wall, careful not to stick myself with it. I took off into the darkness.

Some of the doctors came close to getting me, but then I stuck him in the shoulder with one of the darts. He passed out and I went on my way. Then I came to a bigger wall. It was too tall for me to jump. So I put out my arms and legs and scaled the side of the duct. I climbed my way to the top. I expected more but there only was a three foot fall and cement. I fell face first, scratching my nose and cheek. I stood up and brushed myself off.

"Very well done." Carver clapped. "But there is one problem you over looked."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Me!" His pupils covered his entire eye. "Take the dart and stab yourself with it, don't worry, it's empty", a voice said to me inside my head.

My hand trembled as I fought the urge to do what he said. I yelled out in frustration and threw the dart at him. It came very close to his forehead. If he didn't move, it would've hit him between the eye's. While he was still in shock, I threw the other ones at him. It missed him but it gave me just enough time to make a quick and not thought through plan. I looked over the edge and saw a dumpster.I gave myself a running start and leaped off the 50 story building.

I looked below me and saw only gravel. Where's the dumpster?! I looked over to my left and saw that I jumped out too far. I was flailing my arms to slow my fall. But that did very little. My legs were the first part of my body to hit the ground. It sent a shock wave through my body. It stopped at my head and gave me a splitting headache. I then realized that I couldn't move, I was paralyzed. Then, someone came out of the shadows. All I could do was let out a small whimper.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you."