In a world recreated to be smart not kind, there is a new generation taking the reins from the past generation, and they were like nothing anyone had ever seen before. At the age of 1, every child born after the year 5000 was injected with a poison to make their blood turn silver and cold. Metallic. It has been 18 years since then, and they have been training to kill and to learn everything they possibly can for their whole lives. The entire population was like this now, and this year, the year all the first Metallics turned 18, they killed off the rest of the population above them who had warm blood flowing through them. It was a sign of weakness to this new breed, so many killed their own kin. They believed power and control would make the world secure for them. But what they don't know is that some people were immune to this poison that was injected into them. My name is Kaylie, and my little sister is Annabelle. We don't know how many there are who are like us, but we weren't about to go asking around the streets. It was dangerous here. It was scary. They were brutal and heartless people, with their stone cold expressions and god-like statue compositions. We are not like them. I can still feel my heart beating inside of my chest and the warm blood rushing throughout my veins. This is how I want to stay, and I would rather die before I become one of them. That is why we have to hide, before they can find us.