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Prologue - Pilot (Run)

'Where does it come from? This quest, this need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here.'

'We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But have we truly any choice in when we rise? Or when we fall? Or does a force larger than ourselves bid us our direction? Is it evolution that takes us by the hand? Does science point our way? Or is it God who intervenes, keeping us safe?'

'When evolution selects its agents, it does so at a cost, makes demands in exchange for singularity and you may be asked to do something against your very nature. Suddenly the change in your life that should have been wonderful comes as a betrayal. It may seem cruel, but the goal is nothing short of self-preservation, survival.'

These were some of the many quotes left behind in the journal of Hunter Harwood, the last of the free Evo community. The Evos were being hunted, tested and harvested for their special abilities by the corrupted government.


Hunter shuddered as his memories replayed some of the many instances of the SWAT raids. Teams of humans in armour were gathering and collecting the Evos. Children, babies, mothers, fathers, sisters, brother... All taken in by The Company. The organisation was trying to artificially recreate the abilities of Evos to try and find the secret to immortality. Truly a foolish course of action.

Snapping out of his daze, he heard the stomping of heavy boots as they ran up the iron stairs. "Not this time, you bastards..." he snarled to himself. Focusing on the rails and stairs outside, he began pulling the stairs and railings from the stone wall with the snap of Telekinesis he got from Callum Peters. The Wilhelm-esque scream of one of the falling soldiers brought a smug satisfaction to him. He quietly chuckled to himself before jumping out of his window, using the rain-stopper in front of the front door of the apartments below as a trampoline to reduce his velocity. He crashed through and into a bush, brushing himself off before running down a nearby alley.

Behind him, a tall man in a black suit with a grey coat watched as Hunter ripped the door open to another apartment building.

When Hunter entered, the smell of nicotine was heavy in the air. This was the sign that Vincent 'Vinny' McDonnah was around, and Hunter needed Vinny's ability to change things. Kicking Vinny's bedroom door open, Hunter stormed in with a look that could melt stone. "Vinny, I need your ability. You jump around the timestream and teleport. I'll copy your ability, go back, and stop The Company from finding the tracker, Stacey." Vinny scoffed at him and turned away from Hunter.

"You can't fuck with time without something happening as a consequence. You step on too many butterflies, and things go so bad that you may never be able to fix it." Vinny said softly. "I should know. I tried to stop my ex from killing herself. I did, but then her new boyfriend beat her to death anyway."

Hunter sighed, a sad look crossing his features. "I'm sorry Vinny, but the world needs us. I'm going back." He closed his eyes and prepared to jump. Before he could, a gunshot rang out from the hall, and a bullet lodged itself in Hunter's shoulder. He screamed out in agony as the bullet twisted inside his open wound. Gasping for breath, he holds the wound and thinks of an exit. "I'm out," he said sharply, closing his eyes and porting himself away in a panic.


Opening his eyes, Hunter noticed he was in a public park of some kind, and the night sky was filled with beautiful stars, glittering like jewels in a treasure box. Looking around, he saw the signs were all Japanese, which caused him to grunt in irritation. 'Can't catch a break...' he thought to himself as he sat down on a nearby bench to calm down and recover.

"Looks like it hurts," said a deep voice from next to him. Jumping a little, he turns to the figure that he sees as a man in a priest-like garb with a brown overcoat and a brown fedora. "You know, you shouldn't be out so late at night, kid. It's dangerous out here." the man said with a chuckle as he pulled a revolver from his jacket, aiming it just to the left of Hunter's heart. "Devils roam these parts, and so do Angels and the Fallen. They might think you're a stray..."

Hunter froze as the gun discharged, blasting a hole clean through his shoulder. He falls to the floor, his face going from its farm-boy tan to a ghastly pale tone as he feels himself bleeding out. 'No... This can't be how it ends...' he thinks to himself as the world begins to spin and go blurry. He feels the inky blackness begin to take him as the haunting laughter of the man he talked to filled the evening air.

The man walked away, a smug, shit-eating grin on his face as the young Evo was left to die. What neither the man nor the Evo knew, was that nearby, a glowing, ruby-red circle with strange marks appeared near Hunter's dying body.

"You won't die..." a feminine voice called out in a whisper to Hunter as the blackness took him.