Chaos. Chaos is the only word that can be used to describe the scene in front of me.

Guards come running in from each entrance with guns and knives in hand. Some bear fireproof suits while others are prepared with bullet proof vests, rifles and heavy metal helmets. The Eccentric waste no time. Two Blazes set themselves alight and run towards the guards with determination, a female guard shrieks in surprise and jumps away from the men on fire as they run toward her. Welders begin to pull apart cell bars allowing the occupants to squeeze through then shape the metals into various weapons that can be used by the others. I watch in astonishment as a Sage brings a guard under their control and forces them to hand over a set of keys to a Clone who then multiplies them self to unlock four sets of cells at once. A Reform shapeshifts into a warden and stands by the door telling the guards that everything is under control and they are not needed, adding to the confusion, while a Freeze blows a breath of ice onto the door to keep it frozen shut.

I look around for Tate and see a head of sandy blond hair burning the lock off of a door to a cell containing two girls about our age, a petite one with platinum blond hair and rosy cheeks and a larger girl with a devilish grin and blood stained clothing. The larger girl stands over a body that lays lifeless on the ground while smirking at the small frightened girl.

"Get me out of here," sobs the blond girl as her cell mate turns her attention from their presumably dead cellmate to her next victim. The smaller girl screams and throws her hands out in front of her, sending the taller one flying away with a strong gust of air. The bigger girl hits the wall with a thud, then disappears. A Breeze and a Mask. She appears again behind the small girl and tackles her to the ground.

"Get off her!" Tate shouts at the girl and yanks the door open. He throws a small ball of fire at the Mask on top and her uniform goes up in flames. She lets out a loud bellow and falls off of the girl onto to ground, rolling around in an effort to put out the fire while shifting in and out of reality. Tate bends down, careful to avoid the girl on the fire and helps the smaller girl up. She blushes while smiling up at him and I can't help but slither into her mind and read her thoughts.

Oh, he's cute.

I feel a small pang of jealousy but I shake it off. It's not like I own Tate, yet alone am dating him but seeing her swoon over him as he comes to her rescue like that still hurts. All of a sudden, my thoughts are interrupted by a relatively tough tug on my arm. I look down and see Emmie looking up at me with big, frightened eyes and a gaping mouth.

"Watch out!" she shouts and points behind me. I turn around and am face to face with a guard's gun.

I freeze and begin to tremble when the guard takes a step toward me, one wrong move and I could be gone. I whimper as he places the barrel of the gun against my chest but then makes the mistake of lowering the gun slightly at the sight of my fear. I take advantage of him letting his guard down and flick my hand slightly as it sits by my side. The metal gun goes flying across the room under the control of my Welder powers, flying over the platform and landing on the other side. Completely out of reach. Defenseless, the guard looks at me with pleading eyes. The tables have turned.

"Please don't hurt me," he begs and falls to his knees with his hands up in defeat. I wonder if he, unlike many of the other guards, knows the full extent of my powers. I feel a small pang of regret and wish I could let this man go but he is useful. He needs to be used in our escape otherwise, we won't be able to get any further.

It was Tate's idea. To reach into a guard's memories of entering and exiting the compound, then put together a map in my mind with my Gifted powers. The power of smarts. Photographic memory. If only it was that easy. I told him that Dr Mann had insisted that Tens can only use one ability at a time and even if that wasn't true, I still had little control over my powers and can't guarantee I would get the right memory. For all I know, I would probably struggle to find his first day at primary school in his tangled mess of memories yet alone vague events at work. But Tate wouldn't listen. He looked into my eyes and held my hand, I believe in you. A goofy smile makes its way to my face as I recall Tate's words and the guard gives me a confused look. I shake my head and remember where I am and what I have to do.

"I'm really sorry about this," I say to the guard as I take his hand and plunge into his memories. It's a messy and bumpy ride but I make it to my first memory in no time.

I stand alone in an apartment with marked walls and stained carpet. The dim light above me flickers and I struggle to adjust to my surroundings until I notice the small flicker of light behind me. I turn around and notice that the sunlight seeping through the ratty curtains covering the floor to ceiling glass windows. I step forward, pulling them apart in one go and look out at the over populated city. For such a run down apartment it sure has quite a breath taking few, or what would have been a breath taking view before The Eccentric. On my right sits the completely burnt out central park, clearly the result of a rogue Blaze and on my left is what was Times Square, now overrun by the homeless and constant riots. I watch as a single bright sign flickers the slightest bit then blacks out like the rest and sigh in disappointment. I remember seeing a picture of what it used to look like in a history book at school. Crowds swarming under the huge flashing displays mounted on skyscrapers while the streets overflow with small, yellow taxis and buses containing excited tourists. How I wish I could have been a part of that. The Times Square we have today does not compare.

I continue to look out at what was once "The Centre of the Universe" until I hear a door open behind me.

"Honey, you're home," says a young woman as she struggles to push a pram through the doorway. The guard's wife. I automatically walk over and pull the pram out of the women's in an effort to help while planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek. The guards memory control has kicked in. I no longer have control. I push the pram over to the couch and pull back the sun protector to reveal a small chubby face wrapped in rags. I smile down at my baby as it reaches out and wraps its tiny hand around my index finger when suddenly it hits me that this isn't the right memory and as adorable as it is, it's not helpful.

I pull out as quickly as I had entered and lurch back into his mind before he can realise what had happened. This time I stand in a crowd at the base of a large building and watch as two policemen push their way through the mob toward a teenage boy stuck in the middle of the road. He stands with his hands out using his Telekinetic powers to create an invisible wall to stop the incoming traffic from hitting both him and a crumpled figure in front of him. Once he has the traffic under control he bends down and tries to shake the women in front of him awake.

"Mum?" He says on the verge of tears as the policemen break through the crowd and shout out at the boy, realising what he is. The crowd pull apart in an instant, knowing not to mess with the aggravated police.

"Please, can you help my mum. I... I think she's sick," he sobs as the tears break through their barrier and run freely down his face. The cops completely ignore the women passed out on the ground, walking straight over to the boy and pulling him up onto his feet.

"Wait, no stop," he cries. "Please help her!"

But the police don't care, they yank the boy away from the women and push him to the ground roughly so they are able to cuff him without struggle.

"Stop! You have to help her," he shouts, pulling out of their grip and scrambling away from them. They stand and begin to run toward him but before they can get any closer they are thrown away by an invisible force. With rage fuelling his powers the boy pulls a power line out from the poles behind him and begins to warp the giant rubber snake in the air behind him but before I can see what happens next I am whisked out of this memory and thrown into another.

This time I'm driving a van on an old cracked road surrounded by maple forest and farmland. This is it. This is what we need, we must be close. I glance out the window, taking in my surroundings as we turn down a private driveway and continue along another forest road. It isn't until the trees pan out unnaturally that I notice the double electric fence and I realise where I am. I'm entering the facility. The huge brick building rises high above the ground, spanning far and wide. It would have to be at least three stories above ground and I can only assume how far below they are keeping us and if it weren't for the surrounding green parklands and helicopter pads you would automatically assume it to be a prison if not something worse. I notice the choppers flying overhead before I hear them and watch in awe as they cut across the paddocks situated on the outskirts of the facility keeping an eye on shackled men and women as work in the fields. Then I see the guards. Hundreds of guards them, situated throughout the property; some stand silently at the fence while others patrol the fields and parklands, guns in hand. I make a mental note of the number of guards but the further we get into the facility the more there are, only further confusing me.

I stop the van at the front door of the building once passing the complicated security clearance and step out of the van into the blistering heat. I lean against the hot metal of the vehicles bonnet as two other guards walk through the doors of the correctional facility and smile at me.

"What do we have this time?" Asks the first guard as he makes his way to the back of the van, not bothering with greetings.

"Just a Five. A pretty power one, though," I say and follow the men to the door.

"Oh yeah? A Mask or a Rein," asks the other guard as I place the key in the hole and unlock the door to the back of the van.

"A Rein," I state simply and pull open the doors to reveal the young boy from the road.

Hey guys!

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in ages, I've been away and haven't had any internet to upload any chapters but that doesn't mean I haven't been writing ;)

This chapter was a bit of a fill in so the rest would make sense but the next one is a lot more action packed so get ready!

Anyway love you all and thank you so much for reading this far into my book! xx