Hi guys !

So first of all, don't be scared by the mistakes because the chapters are all checked by my kind and amazing corrector Carstairs312 (It's her Wattpad account) but my notes aren't, so mistakes will normally disappear when you'll begin to read the story XD. The cover has been made by Ano0518 (Wattpad account, too).

It's my first fanfiction in English and my first The Darkest Minds fanfiction in any languages, be kind ! (But I had to admit I'm proud of it ! :) )

I finished the first part of this story in July and then I decided to translated it, and tonight I decide to post it on FF ! :) The chapters already translated and corrected are posted on Wattpad as well (there are already six chapters online !), so if you want to read them there, I see no problem ! ^^ And if you want to read it in French (who knows...) you can find the French version on my FF profil and also on Wattpad.

The story takes place in the first book ! This first part is told by Cassie Lennox, a Blue, who is the girl on the right on the cover ^^.

Thanks for reading,

Review if you like,

Bises Psychotiques,

Luna

Prologue

Running.

Running. Faster. Further.

Even faster. Even further.

Away from this slaughter. All the blood. All the deaths.

Away from them.

Running. Jumping. Avoiding roots. Branches. Mud puddles.

My view was blurred. I had no clue if it was due to the rain or my tears. All my senses were boiling. I was aware of my hair stuck on my face, of each piece of my uniform on my skin. If I stopped, I would have ripped off all these pieces of tissue and my skin with them, without any hesitation.

I wanted to end these 4 years of ordeal. Forget them. These last few days, I thought I could escape them but the blood staining my skin was saying the opposite.

I had to get away. Running even faster. Even further.

Blood was buzzing in my ears, mingling with rain and our heavy breathing. And I still couldn't hear them. I was only hearing the scanner's sound and his metal voice.

Identify. Cassiopée Lennox. Serial number 458 - 937.

This name I hadn't heard for years. This number I had too much heard. Christian's identify had sounded next to me. Then Taylor's.

My blood turned to ice as I thought of the young woman. Only adrenaline could make me keep on running.

Taylor. Oh my God, Taylor! She... she sacrificed herself for us. She wasn't wearing her plastic gloves when the PSF had dragged her out of the car. Most had passed out instantly when our car had left the road, but I didn't. Neither did Christian. Or Taylor.

Taylor who was a Yellow. Taylor who had blown the electric devices on the PSF who had caught her. Taylor who had yelled at us to flee.

Christian who had raised me and dragged me into the depths of the woods.

I, who had obliged the PSF to drop the weapon pointed on us. I, who had followed Christian. I, who had abandoned Taylor.

I looked back at my hands. My eyes rose along the blood trails on them, to end up on my uniform. This dull blue I had seen too much, which were now full of red stains. A mixture of the occupants of the car's blood and mine, probably.

I didn't know if I wished there were other survivors or not.

Death was probably better than a life in a camp.

I slipped on a mud puddle I hadn't noticed. I fell forward and stretched out my hands before me as a reflex. I ended up suspended a few inches above the ground, but didn't think of making a movement to put myself back on my feet or to land in the grass where there was no mud. Adrenaline had helped me to trigger my ability, but, usually, I couldn't control it. That's why, seconds later, I fell headlong in the mud.

I could have stayed there for an eternity, I could have drowned in there. I didn't deserve better. I had abandoned them. I could have done something, but I had fled like a coward.

Hands settled on my back, my shoulders, slid under my armpits and got my up. I felt something solid behind my back. A trunk. I had been sat against a tree trunk.

"I think we are far enough. We can take a break. They won't care about us anyway. We might not be worth a lot." Christian scrubbed my face to get rid of the mud. It took me a few moments to realize he was doing it with his uniform.

"Look at the state you're in."

He kept on scrubbing my face with the green cloth before taking my chin to force me to raise my head towards him. He looked at me in the eyes with concern.

"Cassie? Say something!"

He put his hands on my shoulders and only then did I notice my whole body was shaking.

"I... I abandoned them. I.. I could have helped them."

My voice seemed distant, hoarse. It was the voice of a stranger. He observed me a moment before answering with a soft voice.

"There was nothing you could do. Either we stayed with them and they sent us directly to a camp, or we fled."

"They are dead...," I whispered. "They are all dead..."

He remained silent. Christian knew I wasn't speaking of the kids in the car with us. The PSF had no reason to kill them, only if they resisted, but as none of us could really use their powers to hurt someone, I supposed they didn't try anything.

No, I was thinking of all the kids who died three days ago, when we broke out of Caledonia. I had no clue how many children had died. Lots. A hundred, at least.

Because of us. Because of me, Liam, Jack, Chubs and Christian.

Because we had wanted to believe in it. We had promised them we would succeed. Once we would be out, all would get better. They would see their families again. Learn to control their abilities.

They were all dead because we promised them freedom.

And us, we were alive, for the moment. But free... I could only hope it.