Clay kicked my door open. I stood up abruptly.

"They took Elyse." He said. His eyes were worried sick. His blonde hair ruffled all over and his face flushed.

"What?!" I got up from my bed and put my shoes on. It was barely dawn.

Clay said nothing. The silence said it all.

"When?!" I asked as I got up and I grabbed him by the shoulders.

"About three hours ago." He said as he swallowed.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me sooner?!" Everyone was up out side. I threw Clay against the door and ran out of the room. Grace was at the bottom of the doorway. Her eyes were red. Clay followed me.

"I know where she is, I followed them first." He spoke with determination. My foot froze in mid air as I was about to take a step down the stairs. I felt my face hot with rage.

"That's why I didn't tell you. I risked loosing them." He said.

I turned to him. "Where is she?"

"Some place out in the Yellowpark Forest. I only got so close because there was a lot of security. Men in black with guns and bullet proof suits, some were just walking around, but I knew they are altered." He was panting.

My mom and Cash came out from the room. Cash had his arms crossed and my mom was beginning to look scared.

"We'll go with you." Grace called from the bottom of he stairs. She was standing with her fists clenched. Her jacket and shoes were already on. Her hair was messy and her face without makeup.

I looked at my mom. I couldn't leave them alone, but I had to go get Elyse.

I sighed.

Amador stepped behind Grace, she whispered into his ear.

He stiffened. "You're not going." He said in a matter-of-fact voice.

Grace looked at him in the eyes. Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Yes I am."

Amador looked genuinely sad. Grace ran her hand through his hair.

"Okay." He said in a barely audible whisper. Then he turned to me. "I'll stay with Hope and Holloway. We'll take care of your family."

I nodded. Grace put on a jacket and Amador walked with her out the door.

Clay did the same and walked out. I looked at my mom. She cried.

"Be careful honey." I leaned down so she could kiss my forehead.

"It's better this way. If all the altered are gone, we're at less risk." Cash stated.

"Oh, shut up!" Hope yelled from the living room couch next to Hayden.

Cash's head snapped towards her.

I felt like hitting him again. His left cheek was already bruised and swelled. I hadn't realized I had hit him that hard.

Rhett came and handed me a black duffel bag. "Here, they're fully charged. Both of them." I looked inside the bag. There were two guns, an EN and a real one. I nodded and took my jacket from the closet next to the door. With one last glance, I stepped outside. Clay was in the front seat his both hands on the wheel.

Grace sat in the backseat. Amador leaned in and kissed her. I felt a horrible feeling because I thought about Elyse. I didn't know what they were doing to her or if I would ever see her again.

Amador closed the door. He turned to me. "Take care of her. Protect her with your life." He said in my ear with an extremely serious tone and then walked back into the house.

Clay drove down the busy streets. I noticed people walking around when I suddenly saw a girl in a blue suit carrying a briefcase with a bracelet on her hand. It looked somewhat like the ones that the experiments wore. I shook it off.

"Why was she in your room?"

I stopped. I turned to him. "What?"

"I heard you talking in your room. I heard noises so I got up and went to the bathroom. I ignored them after because I thought it was just you two..." He trailed off, but something in his voice surprised me. He was mad.

"And you have a problem with that?" I felt my tone of voice get deeper.

Grace coughed. "Hey guys, calm down, okay?" Her voice was slightly higher pitched than normal.

"Yes I do." Clay said as he gripped the stirring wheel tightly. His jaw clenched.

"Why?" I asked. A bit surprised actually.

"I've loved her before you came around." He said. "I don't know what she sees in you."

I clenched my fists. The truth was that I didn't either. I was about to say something when the Clay went off the road. We all slammed around in the car. He drove into the woods and stopped right before we hit a tree. "We have to walk from here."

I went over towards the back of the truck. I gave Grace my brothers phone. "You stay here."

"But I can't! I have to...!"

"No, you stay just in case we need some one to call for help."

She looked like she was about to say something, but thought better of it and nodded.

Clay and I walked between the trees as we put our hoods on. I secured my glasses and looked at him.

"How do we get inside?" I asked. I was breathing through my nose and very hard. I was angry, and scared.

Clay looked strained. "I have no idea." He rubbed his temples. "They're blocking me." I could see the worried look on his face.

"You can't read anything?" I whispered.

"No." He shook his head looking anguished.

I tried to think about what to do, the building was huge , dome-shaped made of glass and metal.

"Titanium..." Clay whispered.

I could make out little black figures moving around the building. It seemed guarded excellently. I felt so horrible and frustrated because I had no idea of what to do. I needed to save Elyse some how. A twig snapped behind us. Clay whirled around and I saw Grace standing there. Clutching Cash's phone to her chest in her oversized jacket.

"I told you to stay in the car!" I told her between gritted teeth.

"I can't!" She said back, her hair was all messy and she looked very different without make up. "I have to help save Ely!" She looked like she was about to cry.

I turned back to Clay. He looked at Grace. "Can you read anything?"

"No." She shook her head. "Can you?" She turned to me.

I scoffed. "Yeah, cause I can."

"Don't be sarcastic. I'm being serious, try it." Grace had an uncharacteristically serious look on her face.

I looked incredulously at her for a moment. Then I sighed.

"But I don't think it'll help." I closed my eyes and cleared my throat. I tried, but heard only the chirping of the wilderness and myself. "Nope." I said.

Grace looked mad, "Try harder! Think of Ely!" She took both my hands and squeezed them. I looked at my feet. "She told me you were different. I believe it's true." Her eyes looked serious. "If you're really a hybrid, your abilities should be different, right?"

I nodded. "It's possible." I cleared my mind. I opened my eyes. At first I felt nothing. Nothing. I blinked several times. Then I felt a cold feeling go through me. I felt like something In my head had clicked. Like realizing something for the first time. Then I heard it. I heard millions of voices in my head, images of everything that blurred into nothing. My head throbbed. I shook it. I felt it was about to explode.

"Chance!" Grace yelled.

I opened my eyes and she gasped. She looked at me with wide eyes.

"Oh my god!" She took several steps back.

I fell on my knees. I covered my eyes. It wouldn't go away. I felt like I would go crazy.

"It won't stop!" I shouted.

Grace kneeled down next to me. "Okay, focus! On one thing! Listen to me. Chance!"

I took a deep breath. I focused. I focused on her. I looked at Grace. Suddenly all the voices drowned out one by one. Leaving only Grace's. I put my hands on the ground and breathed in and out. I felt a warm liquid on my face. Grace looked pale. So did Clay.

I looked at Grace. Her hand was on her mouth and she reached in her jacket for a tissue and gave it to me.

I took it confused for a moment and then saw a drop of red liquid fall to the dirt. I touched my face and it came away red. I felt shocked and then noticed it was coming from my nose. I put the tissue to my nose and then looked at Grace who kept looking at me with a certain horror.

Clay wide eyed finally spoke. "So it's true. What Elyse said..."

I still felt in shock about what I had just experienced. "What?"

Grace looked up at me. "You ARE different."

"Your eyes..." Clay said.

"What about them?" I asked as I cleaned the remaining blood from my nose.

Clay reached out and touched me. I saw a bunch of blurry images then a clear one. A person standing in with trees behind him. Dark brown hair and glasses, a bloody face and behind those glasses were a pair of creepy bright violet eyes. It was a deep purple color mixed with black veins. I looked hideous.

I moved away from Clay's hand. I looked at Grace and Clay.

I looked back towards the building. I tried it again. This time when the voices and blurred images came again I searched for a familiar one. Elyse. My mind stopped on a strange image. It was a girl in a huge glass container. Her hair floated around her, her eyes were white and glowing, but her skin looked deadly pale and lifeless. I was looking into the mind of this person. I searched some more. I could feel my eyes move around in my closed eye sockets. I saw me. A little boy. Running towards our old house. Then I saw my self being lifted up in this persons arms. Then me looking out the window as this person drove away. Then looking out to the road ahead. I opened my eyes as I saw Clay and Grace's faces. It had to be him. My dad.

We waited until it got dark, Grace said the violet in my eyes had faded back into a dark brown. When it got dark enough I walked with Clay and Grace down to the guards.

We hid behind one of their trucks. I breathed hard. As I crouched down we noticed the guards were wearing black armor and a black band at their throats. I noticed it had a red fading light. One took out a cellphone. He spoke and nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'll bring it right away."

The man walked towards the truck. "I'll be back I need to take this to the boss." He told his partner as he pointed to the back of the van. He just nodded. He was coming towards us. I turned panicking towards Grace and Clay.

"Do something!" They told me. For some reason only I could read anything. I sighed.

The man got into the truck.

Don't leave. I thought.

Then to my surprise the man froze before he turned the truck on. He leaned back and sat there as if he was waiting for something.

Grace looked at me very surprised. I didn't know what had happened. Then the man just put his hands on his lap. He began to whistle. Before anything else happened. Clay motioned for us to get into the truck. We all did.

"Hey!" The man yelled but Grace put her jacket over his head. He struggled for a few moments.

I looked nervously towards the other guards they didn't seem to notice. The guy stopped struggling and his hands fell limp beside him. Grace gulped and removed her jacket. Clay checked his pulse. He nodded. Clay pushed him aside and sat in the front seat. He looked at me.

"Go around back." I said as I looked into my mind. I pulled the guy out from the seats. Grace took his clothes off and threw them to me. I put them on. The white long sleeve, the shades, the black bulletproof vest, the black armor and the helmet. The brief case he had also.

Grace sighed. "I can't take this thing off his neck."

I looked at it. "I think..." I touched it. "It's what's blocking you from using anything against them."

Grace looked at me. Her eyes looked worried. "Oh..." The van stopped and Clay looked back. "What now?"

I turned towards Grace.

"I'm going in alone." I pointed at Cash's phone in Grace's jean pocket. "I'll message you in twenty minutes. If I don't, leave." I hope this registered in their minds.

Grace nodded sadly. Clay clenched his jaw. Then nodded. I hopped out of the van.

Look casual... I thought to myself.

I held my gun at my side as I walked up to what looked like a big warehouse. The men guarding the entrance glanced my way. I looked at them trying to hide my nervousness. I walked towards the entrance and took out a glass card that was in my pocket. I passed it over the scanner and it opened. I walked in and saw people running around in white lab coats or with the same security uniform I was wearing. The helmet made me look less suspicious. I stayed still. I opened my mind. I felt the voices and images gush in as if I had opened a water faucet. I filtered out until I only got one of an Asian woman in a blue suit. She was very attractive. She was slender and had dark straight hair. She looked about in her 20's. Her lips were red and her orange eyes were outlined in black eyeliner. She wore thick rimmed glasses. She had her arms crossed impatiently.

Where is this fool with the device?

I knew where to go. I straightened myself and walked towards her. She uncrossed her arms and smiled a half smile. "There you are… Garcia." She looked at my tag.

I nodded.

She turned towards the elevator behind her. It opened and she stepped in. I stepped in behind her. Her hair swished letting loose a smell of shampoo.

I was taller than her. Yet, she was taller than any other girl I had met. She stepped out of the elevator and I followed her. We walked through a corridor of offices. I walked passed a lot of people running around working on machines and in labs. The room seemed dark with an eerie blue lighting to it. I felt nervous as I walked behind this woman. I hid behind the shades. They were very convenient because of my eyes probably shifting colors. The woman stopped in front of a fogged glass door. She knocked and then stepped in. She motioned me to step in behind her. I entered and saw a room with a group of people I didn't know. Some were strapped down to chairs with bracelets like the EN's. Even a little boy. I tried not to look so disturbed. The woman in front of me stopped in front of a man in a white coat wearing the same necklace thing around his neck. The red light faded on and off. He looked up at me. I almost dropped the briefcase when I saw who it was.

My dad. Charles Davenport.

He scribbled some things on a tablet and looked at the woman.

"We have the device." She motioned towards the brief case I was holding. I gripped it tight.

My dad nodded an motioned us over to a room were a couple of guards were standing. They stepped aside. My dad walked in. So did we.

"Miss Asahina, thank you for your assistance. It was most helpful." My dad closed the door behind us. Then suddenly he turned around and stabbed Asahina in the neck with something. I looked shocked as I saw her fall down with a syringe in her neck.

He turned to me as he dusted off his hands. "Well, it's just a sedative. You will dispose of her correctly later." He looked toward me I felt horrified. This man was not my father. At least not anymore.

Then he looked at my neck. I could feel cold sweat coming.

"You don't have the shield on..." He looked into my eyes suspiciously. "Take your shades off." He reached for my shades I stepped back. I swung the brief case and I hit him across the face. He fell to the floor. I got on top of him and pressed his face against the floor.

"What are you doing, Garcia?!" My dad's face was flushed.

"I'm not Garcia!" I said in his ear.

I yanked off my shades leaving only my glasses. He looked up. His eyes widened as he took in what he was seeing. "Chance?" He said in a whisper.

I came off of him. Taking the gun in his belt and I pointed it at him. "Where is Elyse?"

He looked confused as he lied on the floor. He turned over and stood up slowly as he looked at me and the gun. "Who?"

"Elyse!" I yelled between teeth. "The girl you took!"

"01024?" He said.

"Yes!"

"What is she to you?" He asked with a look of surprise.

I fought the urge to shoot him. He was so calm. "My girlfriend."

I felt my voice crack.

"Now Miles..." He said in his same condescending voice. He tried to get closer. I put my finger on the trigger and shot him a warning look.

He backed up. "Put the gun down and I'll take you to her."

I hesitated, but I nodded. I lowered the gun, but still kept it close. My dad turned his back and walked into another room. I followed him slowly. I was the same height as him, but his shoulders were broader and his jaw squarer. He passed his glass card through a scanner and then it opened.

"So how is your mother?"

I laughed. "If you cared you wouldn't have left us."

He looked straight into my eyes. "You know I had to."

"For what?" I said. "To become part of a rebellion against the Pure? Which your family is caught in between?" I wanted to hit him.

"Mi-" he started to say.

I interrupted him. "Shut up and take me to Elyse." My hand felt sweaty. He turned to a series of complicated machines. There was something big covered in a cloth. I stood there shocked as he pulled the cloth off.

There. Suspended in a tank, Elyse. Just as I had seen her image in my head. I ran to the glass pushing Charles aside. I pressed my face onto the glass. Her eyes were closed. Her skin so pale her veins showed through her skin. I fought the urge to cry.

"Get her out!" I screamed turning to him and pulled the gun to his face.

"I can't." He said shaking his head. He seemed calm.

"Why the hell not!?" I yelled.

He calmly explained. "There was a complication during our procedure. We kept her in this vegetative state just in case we needed to run more tests." He walked over to the machine and placed his hand on the glass. "Think of this machine as life support. If we take her out, she dies." At that moment he took a gun from the desk behind him and pointed it at me. The gun fell from my hands as I got on my knees. I felt tears in my eyes. "Why...?" Was all I said.

"Miles, I'm sorry about her. But in order to make this plan successful, we need her power." He took a syringe from the table next to him while pointing the gun at me. It had a dark blue liquid like the one he used on Asahina.

"For what?" I asked. I tried to read him, but I was too exhausted. I couldn't concentrate.

He sighed. "The so called Pure look down on us when we are so much more powerful than them. We are the supreme race. We should rule the world." I saw the bright veiny orange run from his pupil to the edge of his iris. I hung my head down. I felt tears stream down my face. He plunged the syringe in my neck. I yelled out and fell to the ground expecting to be paralyzed. Only I wasn't. I stayed motionless on the ground as I saw my dad leave the gun on his desk.

"Where did that boy leave the device?" He muttered to himself as he walked out of the room and came back In with the briefcase.

I almost jumped when I saw a person come up behind him. It was a slender figure. Asahina. She held a gun in her hand. She approached him. She saw my eye open. She brought her finger to her lips. I closed my eye. She hit him in the back of the head. He fell to the ground.

I got up and she ran and closed the briefcase.

"You're not Garcia." She said hurriedly.

I saw a black bruise like mark on her neck bellow the black necklace.

"No. I'm Miles. This is..." I motioned to my dad. "A person I used to know."

She nodded. "You need to get us out."

I turned to Elyse. I couldn't leave her. I just couldn't. I put my palm on the glass.

"Let's go!" She sounded panicked as she took the briefcase in her hand. The gun in the other.

I pressed my forehead on the glass. A tear slipped down from my eyes to the ground. "I'll finish this." I whispered into the glass. "It's a promise."

I reached to were the machine was plugged and yanked all of the cords. The machine shut off and a siren began to sound. ,

I picked up the gun I had dropped. I wiped my eyes. I nodded to Miss. Asahina. She nodded to me with sadness in her eyes. I held out my hand. Feeling the click and the faucet open in my head. She took my hand curiously. Then I saw Grace and Clayton in my head. Soon, I felt the breeze outside. I stood in front of Grace and Clay in the woods. Miss. Asahina looked surprised. All our heads turned instantly when a siren was still heard in the direction of the building.

"Who is she?" Clay asked.

"Get into the Van." I said opening the door.

"But What about Elys-"

"I said get into the van!" I hardly recognized my own voice. I could see Grace seeing my eyes churning violet and black wildly. Everyone got into the van. I sat inside and hit the gas pedal. I've never felt so much pain.

"WHAT HAPPENED, DAVENPORT!" Clay yelled into my ear as I drove out into the highway.

I continued to drive in silence, but Clay wouldn't stop.

"What happened to Elyse?!"

I continued in silence for a moment.

"She's dead."