• Prologue


    This is a world that is true, unnatural horror. It surely must be the Devil's own doing. Nothing short of Hell could be this bad. Every day I walk through the ruined streets of some now nameless town, staring at all the blood, all the victims, how their tears flow like the rivers long dried up. It wounds me deeper than any bullet or knife ever could. I see children collapsed over the corpses of their parents, weeping, while mothers cradle the lifeless bodies of their offspring, hoping their soft words and kisses will restore innocent lost lives. They never do, of course, and many who never deserved their violent deaths lay scattered in the streets, their families having no time to give them a proper burial. What makes these crimes against nature, against humanity all the more worse is that this situation could have been completely avoided. No, we are not in the middle of a war, which is too kind a word for the world's current state. We are experiencing the worst extermination that would make Adolf Hitler himself quake in his boots. Some would say that such a time will never be seen again in our lifetime, and to which I shake my head. Humans will never see horrors like these again, period. If humans survive these times, there won't be a second.

    And yet, even in these dark days, I still could find the time to ask myself ''Why?'' Why are these horrible things happening all around us with barely any resistance? Why has everything once good in this world been consumed by hatred and fire? Why would anyone go to such amazing lengths to make sure me and my kind are wiped off the face of the battle-scarred earth? When I was younger, I would always ask these questions, and now, sometimes I lay awake at night and wish that I didn't know the answers. Through my travels, I learned of the driving force behind all this. One man, one single, solitary human man has caused all this pain and all this bloodshed. He didn't do it for anything petty, like monetary gain or political power. He did it for the simple reason that he wants to no longer exist in his psychotic new, perfect world.

    One important question is answered, and yet more surface. Just who is he trying to rid the world of? That...might be harder to explain. We are commonly known as Gifteds, humans who are gifted extraordinary powers. Some of us can move objects with our minds, others can control the very elements. And there are even those who can defy death itself. No scientist or hospital has been able to uncover just what causes this strange genetic twist, or when the first of our kind appeared and how. All we know is that we have these powers, and because of them, we're being unfairly hunted. As for me, I'm sure you're curious as to what my power is, but I'm afraid that is another story for another time.