Six years later:

Red pooled from the stubborn prisoner's mouth as he dropped to the floor. The rest of his insides lay in a heap next to his body, the lungs covered in the cheap, undigested camp food that spilled from the young man's stomach.

Marcus stepped toward the next man in line. He had shaggy brown hair and green eyes just like the man before. This one was also the same height and build, matching the description of the guy who helped a young teenage girl escape the human camp only hours ago.

"This would be over if I got some answers," Marcus told the small number of people left over in front of him. He waved his finger over the next prisoners chest and down to his stomach and up again, toying with his insides, tugging lightly on the different organs that were still working perfectly. "One of you helped prisoner 325, and I wouldn't mind killing all of you, but I'm sure if said Human was heroic enough to help someone out, they should be able to speak up before one more innocent man dies."

The Human in front of Marcus was trembling from both fear and being physically moved by the Energy flowing through him. An unsure look was plastered on the guy's face as Marcus felt the muscles fighting against his will, but kept pulling, threatening to do what he did to the unlucky prisoners before him.

No confession came from the small crowd in question. Marcus let out an exhausted sigh and let no emotion come across his face as he mentally attached the next victims intestines to the invisible string he was pulling. With the flick of his wrist, a long snake of dripping red ran from his mouth, choking him with the long tube of intestine that still had to make its way out. The body fell to the floor, unconscious from lack of oxygen.

"Stop!" A voice pleaded from the lack of suspects still standing. This prisoner had 320 tattooed on the side of his neck. He was a little older than the rest of the group, but like the rest, his physical attributes fit the description perfectly. "She didn't belong here!"

A sarcastic laugh escaped Marcus as he pointed at 320. He strained a little bit as he lifted the human into the air, levitating an entire body was harder than just pulling out a lung or some other body part. Showing any sign of difficulty wasn't an option, so not a single sign of struggle made it on the Mute's face. "All humans belong here."

320 flinched at the severe snarl in Marcus's voice. When he tried to speak a second time, he was interrupted. "Wouldn't you do anything for your child, even if it meant doing something scary?"

Marcus knew the feeling better than anyone. There was a time when his daughter was the world. When she turned on hi and killed herself, there was nothing he could do. This new world had no place for Bryan Hoffner, so a whole new identity was in order. Now Bryan was Marcus Kreyton, leader of the biggest human prison camp in the world and the Rebellion (change name) that had been going on for four years, the Third World War.

Without giving an answer, the man that used to be Bryan, used the Energy he was either cursed or blessed with, leaving another bloodied body for dead on the cold concrete.

"Clean this up!" He yelled to the remaining group. "Then go back to your cabins!"

Sometimes people thought Marcus and the other Mutes were too hostile with the humans, but they deserved it right? They were the ones that tried to lock the people with the abilities that were measured by certain levels of Energy.

Marcus excused himself as he walked back to his quarters. Many soldiers saluted him as he strolled by, both out of fear and respect.

Locking himself in his office, he sat down on his bed he used when he stayed here for short periods of times. He reached under his pillow and pulled out an old photograph. The woman and man stood in the photo, gleaming faces because of the newborn snuggled between them. Loren was beautiful, while Marcus looked exactly like the young man in the photograph. That young man used to be him, the beautiful woman to the side used to be alive, as well as the baby, who now would have been eight years old.

A tear managed to escape from Kreyton's hard exterior and he wiped it away savagely. There was no room for sadness and regret now, he had to be a strong leader and all the Mutes needed him. This war was lasting way longer than everyone originally planned, and there have been rumors that traitor Mutes were helping Humans defy the more evolved superiors.

A knock on the door startled Marcus , quickly putting the old memory under his pillow.

Without waiting for allowance of entrance, an older soldier came through the door. "Kreyton, we have a problem."

"You know how I feel about problems," Marcus said.

"The Guantanamo Bay Human Camp, it has been breached, sir."

***

"Jakob!" Toby's voice was barely heard over the commotion. Another gun shot was sent Jakob's way, but left no mark as it grazed his shoulder. "We have to get out of here now!" 

Jakob knew his friend was right, but there was so much they could do to help. Leaving all these Mutes here to die wasn't an option. Five years ago he wouldn't have hesitated, but six years can really change a man. 

That's what he was now; no longer a teenager.

Toby still hid behind the wall, shielding himself from the bullets that could hurt him. He wasn't as lucky to get abilities, but at least he was dead or turned into a Psych. Psychs were in very few numbers now. They would either kill themselves off, kill eachother, or Humans and Mutes would kill them.

Grabbing a few more canned goods off the shelves, Jakob followed Toby out of the grocery store. Gun fire was still making contact with his skin, but not even a bruise would be left after contact.

Patting Toby on the shoulder, he signified that it was time to go. Running away from a fight wasn't Jakob's favorite thing to do, but sometimes he had to put his friends welfare over his own. Shots were still fired as they ran, but using his body as a shield, Jake grabbed Toby and they rose from the ground.

Jake could feel the tension in his whole body as he did his best to hold them both up. Flying took more than a little concentration, or so it seemed as he could only keep himself airborn for a little over thirty seconds. Now with the weight of another it would be less than twenty.

Soon no more shots were heard, they were in the safe zone.

After landing safely, Toby got into the passenger seat of the truck they bartered off of some Human. Starting the engine, Jakob looked over at his friend who was still breathing ragged. "You alright, man?"

He nodded. "Let's just get out of here."

Once the engine started a faint radio broadcast was being played. "The breach in Guantanamo Bay Human camp today was not the only dramatizing event. The presidents life was threatened by a Mutant today. This Mutant was never identified, but everyone in the Washington area are on high alert for any further disruptions. President Carson is now in intense care, but news has surfaced that he will live on to guide America by the end of the month. Until then the Vice President will be taking over in his duties. In other news-"

Jakob turned off the radio. News from hundreds of miles away wasn't going to be doing them any good. They needed to focus on staying out of the war and keeping out of the governments watch. Since everyone in the world has been on high alert, keeping track of where everyone in America was was a goal.

You were supposed to have an address, a curfew, and be a follower of too many rules to count. A constant road trip was the only choice Toby and Jake had to stay out of the system.

"We're going to be logged some day, you know that right?" Toby said, as if reading his best friend's mind.

Jake nodded, but gritted his teeth. "The longer we aren't under the radar of a corrupt society, the better."

"True," he agreed, tightening his grip on his rifel. "So a Human camp was released?"

"So it would seem."

"Do you think that if us Humans won the war, that we would go after you? The Mutes, I mean."

"It's possible." 

"What happens then?" Toby asked.

"We keep running."