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Nine words that label Nine powers that seem impossible for mankind without large contraptions and extensive research. Even then, few are theories and most, if not all, are dismissed at the very suggestion, and un-thought of ever again. However, behind the facade of limited technology only going as far as tablets, laptops and SmartPhones, is the shadow world, but further than that is realm you don't even hear whispers of. They control the Higher Ups' Higher Ups. Children at birth are taken, experimented on, genetically and physically altered. From birth, they have never known a mother's love, needles being stuck into them, wires sticking out of their neck, arms, legs, chest, abdomen, that is all they know. In this unheard of world, these Nine words, these Nine labels are made possible. That's all they are. That's all we are. Just labels.

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1. Labels

-Time-Stop

-Teleportation

-Telekinesis

- Regeneration

-Clairvoyance

-Telepathy

-Levitation

-Night Vision

-Cloaking

Nine words that label Nine powers that seem impossible for mankind without large contraptions and extensive research. Even then, few are theories and most, if not all, are dismissed at the very suggestion, and un-thought of ever again. However, behind the facade of limited technology only going as far as tablets, laptops and SmartPhones, is the shadow world, but further than that is realm you don't even hear whispers of. They control the Higher Ups' Higher Ups. Children at birth are taken, experimented on, genetically and physically altered. From birth, they have never known a mother's love, needles being stuck into them, wires sticking out of their neck, arms, legs, chest, abdomen, that is all they know. In this unheard of world, these Nine words, these Nine labels are made possible. That's all they are. That's all we are. Just labels.

Many children were taken at birth, their parents told that they had died, and many did when the serum did not mix successfully with their DNA. Number 1 was the first, his DNA erased all but one of the artificial cells, that mixed with his blood, creating the first of us. The scientist astounded by the accomplishment, began gathering babies that were related to Number 1 on his mother's side. However they were all killed by the foreign cells. But they tried again, this time on his paternal side, and it became a success. Each baby's genes choosing different type of cells. There were nine. All had only one power. Number 1 had Time-Stop, Number 2 Teleportation, Number 3 Telekinesis, and so on. I was marked as Special Case Number 10, I was the only one completely unrelated to any of them, the only child who DNA chose to mingle with 4 types of cells. They tried again, with those related to me, but all died in the trials. Frustrated by the limit of test subjects they had, they worked me again and again, tirelessly forcing me to use my teleportation, telekinesis and levitation all at the same time, and again and again I collapsed of exhausted each and every time. And they just left me there, in my caged room, without even looking back as they exited, their white lab coats merging with the white walls as my vision blurred. After that was the hurting, the hurting that tore apart my skin and stained the clean walls with red. It had a loud noise that made a bang every time they pointed it at me. It never hurt for long, these metal pellets popped out of the holes made in my skin and the holes closed up, stitching itself over my wounds. This was to test my regenerative ability, though they were careful to avoid my head as that was the only part of me that was unable to regenerate. I was also the only test subject who was never given any food, to see if I was able to survive without it. I hadn't eaten for over a decade and I never grew any weaker, I grew only stronger. I hadn't noticed the empty pang in my stomach for years, 'hunger' was not a familiar word. 

This daily routine was the only thing I knew of. But sometimes I heard screams and crying. I supposed that they were the other test subjects, the scientists sometimes spoke of, reaching their limits. Or maybe it was new test subjects, infants whose bodies were not strong enough to survive through the decomposition of their skin as it was recomposed. That serum was truly an evil substance, that twisted the souls of those who survived turning them into experiment. Maybe dying at birth would've been better for me and the other test subjects.

I began to think about what I was going through every day, and I realised that the serum wasn't evil, the people who were doing this were evil, and the emotionless girl I once was twisted and I became angry. Once this feeling was released, my powers grew intensely strong over night, and the next day I began attacking the scientists that watched me. Finally realising that I was more dangerous than they could comprehend, the guards began shooting, aiming for my head, aiming to eliminate. I used my telekinesis to create a shield around me, and used my levitation to travel to the doorway. These people were not human, they were disgusting, wicked people, using me and my fellow test subject for personal gain. I used my teleportation to teleport to room number three. Test subject Number 3 was the youngest out of all of us. The test subjects were ranked one to nine on how powerful their ability was. The fact that Number 1 was the first test subject was pure coincidence. Test subject Number 3 was a 10 year old child, who I had heard was growing weaker by each passing day of testing and would soon pass away from the stress. I kicked the door and it swung open to reveal the limp body of Number 3. I ran to her side and turned her over, her eyes were shut and her heartbeat was faint. I lifted my hand to my mouth and brought my teeth down, tearing off the top layer skin and squeezed the blood from my hand into the young girl's mouth. I prayed that my regenerative blood would be enough to bring back her strength, and sure enough it was. Her heartbeat became strong, and her eyes opened.

"Are you-?" I swallowed, I hadn't spoken for many years and I did not know how to shape my lips when I spoke. I opened my mouth to try again, but the girl nodded, silencing me. I smiled gently at her and she responded by pointing to my hand. Is your hand okay? I nodded, showing her that it had begun to heal already. I stood, holding out a hand to her. Let's go. She nodded, taking my hand, smiling at me. I froze, turning around slowly to see a guard with a gun pointed at my face, smoking at the tip. I could feel the metal pellet wedged into the back of my head. My eyes rolled back into my skull and I could see nothing but red, but then again, hadn't I always?

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