Mark awoke, gasping in air. How long had he been asleep? It felt like decades. He was standing upright in a large room. He was part of a circle that seven other people stood in as well. It took Mark a second to figure out who they were, but he eventually recognized them as the other Unnatural. He didn't recognize them at first because they were dressed in strange, unfamiliar uniforms. They all had tight, form-fitting body suits made out of some sort of flexible metal. Byron had a helmet that fit around his head but not his face. A visor extended down over his eyes like a glass shield. A wire stuck out of the back of his helmet but hugged his back and went into his back in various places. Phoebe wore metal gloves with wires curling around them, running up her arms in the back of a helmet similar to Byron's. Gabe didn't have anything on him, at first glance, but the material on his hands and feet seemed to be made out of different material than the rest. Stephen had two small barrels, each big enough for a bullet to fit in, on each arm. Kaytlen wore a large backpack with tubes that snaked around her arms and into her wrists. Kyle had the armor, but, at first glance, nothing else. Mark saw, though, that when he turned his head, a glint of metal shining on the side of his head, interrupting the mass of sloppily-attended to red hair. Mark saw another girl, the one who he assumed to be Sector One's Unnatural. What had Byron called her? Ashley? Instead of the armor being arranged in rows, it was arranged in a hexagonal pattern over her body.
Mark looked down at his own body and saw tubes running down his arms, much like Kaytlen's, that connected to a backpack.
In the center of the room was Peyton Burton, standing next to Project Zero.
"Where are we?" Mark said.
"On a plane heading to Sector Five," Peyton said, "The other Unnatural have begun their strike."
Mark vaguely remembered having another conversation with Peyton that involved Byron making the decision to go along with Peyton's plan against some kind of new Unnatural. Nobody objected, so Mark assumed that Peyton had had the conversation with the others, also.
"If you've taken any time to consider anything at all," Peyton said, "You'll see that you're not dressed in your familiar clothes. While you were asleep, we were able to create Bodysuits that enhance your abilities. For instance, Mark, you will no longer need a lighter to create fire, simply press your thumb against your palm to be given a spark. In addition, your Bodysuit is fireproof, not that you needed that, anyways. Byron, your suit allows you to physically see the thoughts of others through your visor by focusing on the target with your mind. Phoebe, you can control several tons of metallic weight now, as well as see what you can and cannot handle in terms of weight. Stephen, we've given you the ability to carry up to four times your weight through teleportation. We've also given you guns on your wrists. When given a specific combination of finger pressures on your arm, they can transform into different kinds of weapons. They are designed to respond only to your fingerprints. Gabriel, you now do not have to make direct skin contact with a material to absorb it; you may simply walk across a substance or lightly touch it with your fingertip to be encased in a flexible layer of that material. Kaytlen, you have a Bodysuit that is very similar to Mark's; you have a pack full of water on your back. You need only a little bit of it to transform that drop into a tidal wave. We've also given you the ability to withstand hundreds of pounds of pressure, either underwater or not. Kyle, we've given you the ability to not only see what is coming, but to also broadcast the future to those around you. Ashley, in your previous state you had to abide by the law that matter and mass can only be changed, not created or destroyed. We've found a way to bypass this law; you can wholly transform yourself into any living organism that you would like. If you were to become a certain person, you would have every single one of their traits; you would be as heavy as they were, as tall, everything about you would be the same except for your mind. You would still retain your memories and yours only, not theirs. Each of your Bodysuits can be commanded to harden at any moment, making it nearly impenetrable."
"So you hunted us, imprisoned us, hurt us, even killed us, and now you want us to fight for you?" Kaytlen said, a statement, not so much a question, which she'd wanted Peyton to hear since he had spoken with her in the Secret Service Headquarters. For a moment, Peyton was silent, considering the question. Or, at least, he seemed to be; he knew the answer to the question already.
"Yes," Peyton said.
"And why should we fight for you?"
"Because there will be severe consequences if you do not," Peyton said, "Isn't that correct Byron?" Byron seemed to ignore the question and remain composed, as if it didn't offend or shock him.
"Wait," said Mark, "Byron, what does he mean?"
"Oh, he hasn't told you?" Peyton said in mock surprise, "I should leave that to him."
"I did nothing," Byron said, his voice level and his composure unchanged.
"I'm sure that's the truth," Peyton said. Mark couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, "You all know what we're here to do, correct?" Mark nodded, as did the Unnatural. Peyton had spoken with each one of them individually over the past…how long had it been, exactly?
"One more question," Mark said, "How long have we been asleep?" He knew that Peyton had had them drugged into sleeping, but he didn't know for how long.
"Three weeks," Peyton said.
Mark was shocked. Three whole weeks? He'd been asleep that whole time? What had they done to him while he was asleep? He hadn't had any dreams while he was sleeping? That was odd.
"This is no time to talk, though," Peyton said, "We're nearing the drop point. As you know, Sector Five supplies the Sectors with electricity, allowing communication to be possible. This is very important, so try not to damage anything seriously. As soon as you walk out of this plane, your abilities will be reactivated, and you will have full control over them. However, remember that Project Zero will be watching you, so follow my orders and report back to me as soon as possible."
The plane shook as it landed on the ground. Mark could hear sounds of battle outside. A hatch opened on the far side of the cabin, and the Unnatural walked out and into battle.

Mark was almost blinded by the sudden sunlight. He'd been in complete darkness for three weeks. He blinked a few times and was able to see a little bit of what was going on. He saw tanks wheeling their way towards the center of the Sector. He saw helicopters setting down, soldiers pouring their way out of them in numbers Mark would've thought impossible had he not been on the inside of a helicopter before. He saw civilians running, screaming, towards their homes, some soldiers making a little effort to control them towards safety unsuccessfully. Mark turned around when the plane lifted off and saw something that nearly put him into another coma.
Caleb Watkins.
With swords coming out of his wrists.
Mark's old friend was ducking and weaving through soldiers, slicing and dicing them with the blades that came from his hands.
Next to him stood somebody else Mark recognized; Nellie Reed, Caleb's girlfriend. She jumped around as nimbly as Caleb, yellow streaks of electricity frying soldiers around her. Next to them were two others that Mark didn't recognize one with four massive arms. The other seemed to be controlling the earth itself, calling plants to life to come to his assistance, opening holes in the ground to swallow his enemies whole.
Mark wondered if he was dreaming. He was back at the Secret Service, under the effects of whatever knockout drug they had injected into his system.
His beliefs were rendered incorrect when the Unnatural ran into action against the others and Caleb's foot connected with Mark's face. Mark went down, a sword at his throat.
"Mark?" he heard Caleb's voice say.
"Yeah," said Mark, "Get off." Caleb did so hastily, continuing to fight off the soldiers around him.
"Fight me!" Mark said.
"What?" said Caleb, confused, "Why?"
"Because," Mark said, nodding towards Project Zero, who was watching him carefully from behind. Caleb nodded, seeming to understand. He swung his sword at Mark, who ducked.
"What are you doing here?" Caleb asked, rolling past a fireball.
"We were captured by Sector Zero," Mark said. He ordered his armor to harden and brought his arm up to block another strike, "They're forcing us to fight. How'd you get those sword…things?" Mark went down, kicking Caleb's feet out from under him.
"After they tried to make me kill you, they started testing on me for some reason. They got Nellie, and said that they'd hurt her if I didn't cooperate. I just woke up with these things. I can bring them back in, but I don't know how; they're longer than my arms."
So Sector Zero had made Caleb, Nellie, and those other two Unnatural. "How'd you get out?"
"Some people rescued me," Caleb said, leaping back up, again kicking Mark in the head.
"Who?" Another dodge.
"Hopefully, you'll find out soon."
"What?"
Mark ducked under a swing by Caleb. He came back up, hitting Caleb in the back. For whatever reason, the soldiers had stopped coming at them now. Mark was on Caleb's back, a fireball in his hand, looking like he was about to bring it down on Caleb's head. He stopped though, waiting for Caleb to retaliate until he realized that he couldn't. Caleb was pinned to the ground, unable to get up due to Mark's superior size and strength.
"What are you waiting for?" came a deep, computerized voice from behind Mark. Mark looked behind him and saw the looming figure of Project Zero standing behind him. Mark was surprised; she had actually spoken. "Kill him."
Mark looked back down at Caleb and up at the other Unnatural. They were all fighting each other, Mark's side obviously winning because of their superior numbers and technology.
Mark knew who the true enemy was. It wasn't these Unnatural; they were trying to help a cause that they believed in. It was Sector Zero. They were tyrants, no matter how good they looked to most of the people in the Sectors. The government only looked out for its own interests; it didn't care about its people. Mark wouldn't fight for such a government. Not even if he was forced to. He would do whatever it took to liberate himself and those he cared about from the oppression of Sector Zero.
"No," Mark said, extinguishing the fire in his hands and standing up off of Caleb.
"Resistance and insubordination will not be tolerated, Mark," Zero said, a fire leaping to life in her own hand.
"Caleb," Mark said, pressing his thumb to his hand again, a flame traveling into his palm, "You may want to get back."
"Kill the rebel," Zero said, her voice lowing.
"He's not a rebel," Mark said, "Caleb is like me. Like Byron, like Phoebe, like you, Zero. He is a monster. He is a freak. He may be different and disliked from and by everyone else, but that does not make him any less a person. He is fighting for survival. All he wants to do, all we wanted to do, is survive. We wanted to live like other humans. All we wanted was peace. And we tried. We tried for peace, but we were stopped. So don't be surprised when we fight back. Caleb is like me. He is Unnatural."
"You were warned, Mark," Zero said, "Peyton cautioned you against rebelling. You have crossed the line, and will be punished accordingly."
"Come at me, then."