Your kind is a disgrace to the very fabric of normalcy on this Earth. Your kind goes against God and his divine will for everyone to be normal. You are an oddity, a stain, you do not fit in and the unholy powers you have are an abomination. That is what they told you, that is what they beat into you day after day, but you know better. You were once happy, living your life freely among them, among those who turned on you, your very family betraying you. Whatever you did you loved it, and you thrived that is until they found out about your gifts, then you became the hunted.

You are called by many names. Some call you Mutant, Demon, Plague, Abomination, but you never lose sight of who you are. You are who you were meant to be until they began beating you, telling you something different, and pushing you to the point of breaking. The Asylum you were taken to is a jail, a prison for your kind. To them you need to be studied, to them you don’t deserve to live, but you will find a way out, the only issue is you will always be the hunted. Those who have tried to escape have been met with lethal force. The medicine they give subdues your gifts to the point in which it isn’t useful against them.

One thing is for certain. You don’t want to be here and you will find a way out, but what awaits you out in the world you were snatched from?

The Hunted