The next few months were straining on all the family. We kept hidden most of the time. But it wasn't enough. Neighbors and friends were being interrogated and one of them had snapped. The night was dark and I had seen them coming. They had taken me separately. but that was when I saw them Ryan and Marc trying to fight against them, my dad holding my mother, who was crying. My grandmother flailing in a soldiers arms. Then the order came. The bullets seemed to slow. And when they reached their target they sped up as quick as light. I cried for months. That was when they had taken me to the place. I hated it there. They tested us constantly. They had found about my gift some how. When I refused to tell them about their future they beat me. Violently. Their were others there like me. Others could move things with their mind. Others could cause fires by just thinking about them. But none could predict the future like Icould. There was one doctor there that I liked. Dr Valadimir. He was different. Sometimes I joked that he was a ghost, because he was so pale. He defended me from bullies. Like James. I hated him with a passion. He was meant to hold the key to becoming the perfect soldier. They studied him the most. Genetics I think. One day James had trapped me in the toilet door. I was small enough to fit into the vent system. When I was found I was whipped 500 times for attempted escape. I hated James!!
After that I avoided him like the plague. I had had enough. When they asked I gave them the information. I was stupid. But one day, while I was discussing the next thing I saw with Dr Valadimir I heard a siren sound. He looked up and a sort of growling sound erupted from his chest. "Stay here." His instructions were none negotiable. He exited quickly and returned looking scared. "What did you tell them?" He shook me and I started to cry. I saw the future and saw I had told them the wrong thing. This would lose them the war. I smiled at this. He was smiling as well. 'Why?' I thought. Soldiers entered the room. Within an instant he had killed all but one. That was the one who had shot me. Blood poured from my head. I screamed. Then I felt two small pricks on my skin. Then heat. Images whirled in my head. My mother. My father and brothers. My grandmother. Dr Valadimir. Then the dark room.