text: [Themes: sci-fi, dystopia]
  
  Once you and Julia was out of the hospital, you demanded to go home.
  
  "But, Derek..." Julia bit her lips. "There's no home to go to. Out district was the one that got hit..."
  
  "What?!" You stared at her, unbelieving.
  
  Turns out that it was true. You and Julia was away on a date that day, and you just came out of a restaurant when you saw the light and blacked out.
  
  Now where do you go? You lost your family - it was a Sunday - and your home. Who can you possibly rely on, especially when you have freak powers?
  
  > Your sister
  You have no idea where your sister is - she could be anywhere in the worldt. That Sunday she said she was going for a "walk", and she took your parents' car with her. Being older and (you admitted shamefully) stronger than you, she bullies and bribed you into not telling your parents.
  
  Julia laughed hard. "You always boasted about beating your older sister in everything, school, games, even strength. Well, guess what? I think your lies just got busted."
  
  "Whatever." You mumbled and changed the subject. "What now?"[Themes: horror, serious, horror]
  
  Your breath is shallow and quiet as you squish yourself into the smallest shape possible in your tiny closet. You woke up in the middle of the night as you heard your parent's shouted warning to hide, followed by a scream and a loud thump. Your heart aches as it beats loudly, and your mind is racing. You tried to call the police, but the line's been cut. You'd jump out the window, but there's no one around for miles, and you don't have a cell phone because there isn't any service. Basically, you're in the middle of nowhere, being hunted down in your new house by a man who you suspect killed your parents and is looking for you. It's all you can do to stifle your tears.
  
  Suddenly, a gruff, manly voice can be heard calling your name. Judging by the sound of it, he's somewhere in the kitchen, which is the farthest place from your room than anywhere else. You must get out of the closet and get somewhere safer. Right now your only option is to jump out of the window... But what if your parents are still alive? What if they need your help?
  
  [Author's Note: All your life, your parents kept you by your side. Never were you allowed to parties, sleepovers, or even school. Your room door was padlocked, and a huge fence surrounded your house. Never did you understand why. Until now. Your parents have a past filled with enemies and mistakes that you can't even imagine. They have been shielding you from a fate that strikes fear into their hearts. Despite your many moves across the globe, your location was discovered on your thirteenth birthday, and your parents are nowhere to be found. Now it's just you and the mysterious man with a gun and a taste for revenge in the dark house. Will you survive?]
  
  > escape through the window
  Logic and self preservation interrupt the desire to save your parents. All your life they have protected you, gone to extremes to save your life. They would want you to think of yourself. They're probably gone, and the least you can do is make sure their efforts aren't in vain...
  
  Hot tears fall down your face as you think this. Biting down your guilt, you slowly open the closet door and head for the window.
  
  Immediately your fingers begin to manipulate the lock on your window that your parents taught you to use only for emergencies. Soon the window is open, only the taste of the outside air comes with a price.
  
  It sets off the alarm.
  
  You hear pounding footsteps racing toward your room as you jump out and run. Your parent's car is in sight. You know you won't get far running from him on foot. But at the same time, the small amount of driving lessons you received a while back doesn't qualify a thirteen year old to safely drive.
  
  What do you do?
  
  > get in the car
  Taking a rock from nearby, you slam into the driver seat window, shattering it and unlocking the door from the inside. Before you can get in, however, the man grabs you by your hair and shoves you to the ground.
  
  Looking up from the ground and coughing on dust, you look at the man standing above you.
  
  He's tall and dark in his black clothes, his dark jacket concealing his neck. His hair is dark, and his face looks as if it has been unshaved for a few days. His features would be attractive if it weren't for his cold, icy dark eyes. His pale complexion almost glowed in the light, and the hand that held his gun pointed at you looks bloodied and raw.
  
  His black, military - style boot rests on your throat, leaving you trapped.
  
  He crouches down, looking deep into your eyes and brushing the dark hair out of your face.
  
  " Olivia... You don't seem anything like your parents."
  
  "How do you know my name?" you gasp.
  
  His eyes watch his hands as he loads the gun with a bullet and snaps it back shut with a click.
  
  "Alcatraz teaches you a lot of things, love. You can thank your parents for putting me there."
  
  And with that, he stands and fires a bullet into your body.
  
  The pain is sharp as hot blood trickled from your body, and it's so intense your vision blurs. You cough, blood spraying from your mouth, and he looks at you, noticing how pale you get as you slowly die. You turn on your other side, holding your wound, and he sits beside you as the life fades from your eyes.
  
  When you take your last breath, he gently turns you on your back, closes your eyes, and walks away.