In May 16th, 1987, there was a sudden burst of energy rippled through the whole world. It shut down all power—and killed every person on Earth. For thirteen hours it was like this.
No one breathed.
Then, one person opened their eyes and drew their first breath, and the world was stirred, like nothing happened. But something had.
In the months that followed, people began to exert mysterious superpowers that were unexplained.
This event was called the Rebirth and the people with powers were called the reborn, Eidolons they were officially named.
In 2004, the Triad was formed. They rose up and abolished all governments, monarchies and kingdoms, becoming the sol government. The Triad were made up of three people, simply named The Oppressor, The Professor and The Kaiser. Together, they established an Uptonian society. Technology advanced greatly, and lives were prolonged. Society was thriving, but the Triad saw the Eidolons as a threat to their Utopia. By their orders, any children born and they were Eidolon, were to be....
Contained.
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A rugged man, dressed in rags, hair messy and face covered in dirt, his hands covered in fingerless gloves, stumbled into the purely white hospital. It smelled of chlorine and white marble, with the faint smell of mist.
He carried an equally dirty woman, her brow matted with sweat and her face white, her bulging stomach barely hidden by her ragged dress, her dark coat torn up as well and nearly touching the crystalline floor. "Help," he gasped as he approached the receptionist. "Help my wife, please!"
The receptionist gave one look at the pair then picked up an white phone and dialed in a number. "Do we have a room available?" She asks. She nods as the person spoke and she placed the phone down, ending the call. "Room 120," She said. The man thanked her and dashed off in the direction she pointed to.
The man pushed the door open and laid his wife onto the table as doctor swarmed her. They wore white hazmat suits, with sky blue visors. The nurses wore white dress, that clung to their bodies, their leggings and flat boots white as well. The man exited the room as his wife groaned. "Push!" The nurse said. The woman cried out, sweat streaming down her face. "It's too hard!" The woman said, tears stinging her eyes.
"It's not. You can do it, push!" She shouts.
The woman pushed with all her might as the cries of a baby mingled with her own.
The man sat outside, tapping his foot anxiously. A doctor walks out, his shadow looming over him. He raised his head up at him, his gaze meeting the blue visor. "Your wife is fine. It's a boy," he deadpanned. The man stood up, joy brimming on his face. "Oh, thank you!" He said, reaching out to shake his hand.
The doctor dipped his head, staring at the gesture, unmoving. The man's smile faltered. He let it fall to his side. "Still...thank you," he said, more reserved.
"We will need to do some checkups, then you can take him home," The doctor adds. The man, gulps, anxiety written on his face.
The red headed baby whined as the doctor injected a needle into his tiny arm. He withdrew and dropped the blood onto a dish. The nurse picked up the dish, carrying it out of the room and enters an elevator and pressed the button labelled "C".
She waits inside as the doors closed, and it descends, the blood nearly defying gravity in the dish. The ping from the elevator is heard and the doors open to a dark lab, named Sector C: Genetic Verification and Designation, with various people walking around. She exits the elevator and strolls down the pathway, her white clothes glowing in the light.
She knocks on the door which slide open automatically. She enters and places the dish on the desk. The man there, looks at it and glances up at her. His brunette hair was slicked back, his eyes a dull brown. He wore a dark bodysuit, and dark googles were worn around his neck.
"Good morning," he smirked, reaching over and grabbing the dish. "It must be unimportant if you won't send this to the Professor."
"The Professor's always has his hands full, Mr. Tater," She said as he placed it under a microscope. "Oh yes, of course. He's tasted godhood now....thinks the affairs of man are below him," he comments as he turns the dial, zooming in and seeing the erratic cells.
He reaches over and grabs his notebook, it's light blue cover folded behind it. He writes something in it and tears out the page, handing it to the nurse. She glances at it and bows before turning to go. "That child....has parents," his words making her pause.
She glances behind her, meeting his gaze. His eyes were brimming with tears, despite his serious expression. "You send him away...it's worse than being euthanized like a dog," he said, biting his lip to keep it from quivering. He blinks away the tears threatening to spill. A moment could cost him his career, his life even.
The nurse blankly stares at him, her head bowing a little, her body stiff and her eyes devoid of emotion. "I didn't make the rules," she answered simply before turning around and exiting the room, the doors opening and closing once she passes through.
The woman sat anxiously, fidgeting her fingers. She jolted in her hospital bed as the lighting flashed and the rain lashed the blue tinted window. "Guess the forecast was true. It would be lots of rain tonight, " she thought. She was dressed in a white turtleneck jumpsuit, having been changed out of her filth clothes. The doors slid open and the nurse walks in, a smile plastered on her face, as she carried the baby.
It was fake, ingenuine, but it triggered a response within the woman. She smiled back, her arms outstretched as she received her baby, dark haired and with blue eyes, similar looking to his mother. She began to rock the child, as the baby cooed, reaching out to her.
The man walked in, dressed similarly as his wife, cautious at first but as his wife looked up and smiled at him, he becomes infected with joy. He rushed over and gazed lovingly at his child.
"See? You were worried for nothing. Our child is here, not an Eidolon. They'd never take him away," she said as a man pushing a hand truck, which was burdened with a crate covered with a yellow cover, walks past the room. He was whistling, a morose but happy tune.
The person enters the elevator with the crate and peeled off the tarp, revealing the baby boy, red haired and sound asleep in the crate. The elevator pinged and the door open. He stepped outside, to an area where their were wired fences akin to a gate of a military base, the rain now pouring. It pushes the cart through to an armed truck, waiting, labelled "A-1."
The person, dressed in dark overalls, black boots and wearing a yellow cap, approaches the truck. Several men, dressed in a dark jackets, khaki pants, brown boots and a dark caps, gathered around it. A rifle was carried on theirs back.
"He's a feisty one," the man told the soldier waiting in the open load area of the vehicle, water dripping off his cap. "They all are," he replied to him, smirking smugly. The driver tapped his finger on the wheel, his eyes darting to the rear view mirror every few seconds, the window shield wipers wiping away the water every minute
The heavy duty crate with a see through covering, was lifted and the soldier inside, slid it into the truck, and heaping onto another crate, which carried another baby, as well as twenty nine others.
The trunk's doors close and the other men cling unto the outside, as the rain and wind whipped against their bodies. "Move out!" The man called, as the rain continued to pour. The truck roared to life, driving out through the open gate and disappeared into the bleak night.