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Alexander Blackthorne Location: MNTF Headquarters He had to park a short distance away from the headquarters. It certainly wouldn't do to charge in there, drive through the gates, guns-blazing like an action film. No, the rest of the journey would be made on foot, quietly. There wasn't much...

Hileena Akhtar En Route to MNTF HQ The ride was mostly silent. The tension had everyone both on high alert and lost in thought. Even Nat didn't have much to say, while Alexander's shoulders hunched over the steering wheel. Blood-red light spilt into the Humvee as the sun began to set—night...

Somewhere... She hadn't expected Styr to actually go through with it. It was one thing to hate someone, it was something else entirely to snuff out their life. But this was good... This was something she could work with. "Come on, darling." She beckoned the young mutant. "Let's go." Arden...

Martha Madden Okay, so let's get this straight. The MNTF were... Fucking twats. This had all began because Martha pretended to be more sick than she actually was. So Professor Akhtar, who probably had a bajillion PhDs under his belt from the way he'd go on-and-on, decided to reduce her dosage...

Hileena Akhtar "Clone?" Hileena asked. Noah was a clone? What did that even mean? Well, she knew what a clone was, of course, but Noah? The Noah she'd known for years, the one who rescued her from the MNTF... Or had he been replaced in the time she'd been there? There were so many questions...

Hileena Akhtar Earlier that day... The A-tier mentalist in Hileena's secret lab had provided her with a problem she had never been able to solve. No matter what she did, the many viruses she'd synthesised to destroy his cells never acted as they should. The success rate was below two-percent...

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Somewhere... "The tracker's in Paderborn." Arden whipped around. Magdalene sat with her feet crossed on her desk, twisting her dyed-ginger hair in between two fingers, as she monitored Styr's movements on a screen. "Already?" The B-tier mutant nodded. Arden shook her head, almost in...

Alexander Blackthorne It sounded like a bomb had gone off. And it was coming from the library. Lurch! The Shadows responded to his distress: Daven exploded out of him and barrelled ahead to clear a path, while Syfa seeped out of his back and held on to him like a demonic cloak. Alexander...

Alexander Blackthorne “Come in. I just finished the painting.” Alexander followed Thomas into his room, carrying rolls of parchment under his arm. It was almost as if his heart stopped beating when he saw the painting. He felt like he was gazing upon his own soul. The Howl in The Night Sky...

Martha Madden Please, please, please, if there's a god, make this work... Martha sat in the corner of her cell, shuddering. She had never felt this cold before. The other prisoners seemed fine, so it was probably her own body not being used to a normal temperature. It was hard to keep track...

Somewhere... Styr Millgrim The name had been stuck in her head for weeks. Styr Millgrim. The Impossible Boy. She had learnt everything she possibly could about him. Information was her strong suit, after all, and once her curiosity had been piqued, there was little to be done other than sate...

Martha Madden Martha fluttered in and out of consciousness. Whatever they were injecting her with, her body was trying to fight. She shivered furiously, yet her brow was sticky with sweat. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she regained a semi-conscious state. Was this exhaustion, or the...

When Hileena stood, there wasn't total silence, but there was certainly a degree of silence. Enough to realise that her earlier speech had earned her some respect. Some of them looked to be siding with her new ideas, while a much smaller number tried their hardest to hide the disdain in their...

Hileena Akhtar Gardens, The Institute Time: 17:30 Her eyes were puffy and sore, bled dry of their tears. She fixed her blazer, fixed her hair, fixed whatever else needed fixing, then made her way up to the podium. All eyes were on her. Half an hour earlier, once everyone had filtered in and...

Somewhere... A man in a tweed jacket sat before a fireplace, stoking the flames. A cigarette hung from his lips. Massive curtains draped over tall windows, and moonlight spilled in, revealing the room to be a private library. An old one at that. On a cracked leather sofa, three more figures...

Martha Madden "Ah, you're awake." Martha didn't recognise the voice. Her head throbbed, like someone had clamped it inside a vice. She squeezed her eyes shut as they were met with a bright light. When the light dimmed, she opened her eyes again. She was strapped to some kind of bed, held up...

Alexander Blackthorne Leaving the bike behind, Lurch followed Alexander through a barely visible path in the woods. It was a lot darker amongst the foliage, shimmers of sunlight barely dancing through the leaves. A part of him wanted to take Lurch by the hand, but that certainly wasn't a good...

Alexander Blackthorne Alexander smiled. He flipped out the kickstand on his bike so he could lean against it, then motioned for Lurch to do the same. He didn't look at Lurch, just stared at the point where the tops of the trees met the sky. "How did you think I'd react to hearing that?"...

Hileena Akhtar It wasn't long since they got back to the Institute, when Hileena sat on a bench in the gardens and stared at the sky. As rooftop gardens went, this wasn't so bad. She tried not to think. If she did, her thoughts would consume her. So she let her mind drift, like the clouds...