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Caleb was standing in front of the school building and let his eyes wander through the masses of students which entered the house. He put on his best clothes: a white gleaming shirt and black, velvet trousers. Although he looked kinda great, he didn't feel good at all. Actually, he felt like visiting his own execution and well it kinda was like this. His mother cried that morning, fell in his arms and did only stop hugging him to badmouth her husband. Caleb had said that everything would be okey, but it was a lie. In about a month, he would see his parents again without being the same person anymore. He didn't blame his father for not saying good bye, and he didn't blame his mother for having this genes which made him a Cursed. He did only blame the Government. The boy started to walk with the other students mixing with the people trying not to attract any attention. Today was the testing day. Guys in gleaming white outfits would enter the school injecting them something which should reveal their special energy. He already started hating them when he recognized their white transporters in front of the school.

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Ezra's morning wasn't an eventful one. She pulled herself out of made, dressed, made breakfast, all the usually things. She had a passing thought about not showing up at school that morning, but it would probably make her easier to track down. She came to stop adjusting the pack slung over her shoulder. Hanging at her waist was a button covered canvas bag with an unnecessary amount of pockets. She stopped a boy up ahead who seemed to be staring at the school as if he were dreading stepping inside. She brushed past him before turning around and walking backwards. "Hey, if you stand like that long enough, you might turn invisible." She turned back around, making her red hair bounce off her shoulders and headed inside.
 
When Caleb entered the school, he noticed the red-haired girl which had shouted to him some moments ago. Strangely he couldn't remember the words, he wrinkeled his brows. The school was a large building flooded with light as the architect had assembled a lots of panorama windows. According to the motto that light would encourage the students and stuff like that. He sighed and whipped out his identity card. The line was longer than usual and he could eye the beauty of the building for the last time, but as a matter of fact he also had to have his turn one time. The identification instrument was a small, plump metal box. He let the card slide through the small slit and waited for the light. It turned green normally, but today he had to face a loud yellow light. A small man with a white suit approached and Caleb's hands bursted into shivers. The man gave him a soft smile beckoning him over. The way he looked at Caleb made him shiver even more. "You don't have to be afraid if you don't hide a secret." Thanks, man!
 
Ezra stood in line, she turned her head looking around at all the other students waiting their turn. She could probably pick out all the cursed students without any aid from the tool they used. You could tell who was afraid of what the test might be and who was afraid for their life. She turned back to face forward. She looked down at he identification card. The picture on the card had been taken so long ago. She could barely remember the girl who missed her family and moped around waiting for everything to be fixed. The nerves were finally getting to her, as she neared the front of the line, but she wasn't about to let anyone know. She looked down sliding her card through the machine.
 
Caleb situated himself in the near of some other students. Three boys and one girl, all of them became seventeen this month. He nodded at a taller boy with long, curly hair, remembering that they had shared a table during chemistry last year. His name was Gerry and he appeared rather relaxed, having his hands in his trouser pockets and cracking a cool smile as Caleb passed him. The boy forced himself to smile back, but walked on and stopped next to the girl. She was dark-haired, rather small and her face was painted bounteously. When he gave her a short look, she cast down her made-up eyelashes and folded her arms as if she wanted to ignore him. He looked at her closely and noticed that her hands were shivering badly. A cursed one. He averted his gaze hastily and focussed the line in front of him. There were still about fourty students which had to pass the metal box before they would start with injecting the liquid into their arms. A red-haired girl was now the first one in the line. She was standing exactly in front of the identification instrument and slided her card through the machine. He rememberd that she had been the one who talked to him this morning.
 
Ezra rolled her eyes as she was moved lines. She stepped into line behind the boy she had seen staring at the school. Obviously, he hadn't been able to turn himself invisible, but his expression gave away how desperate he was to be able to. She folded her arms across her chest, leaning on one foot. "Have you mastered the art of invisibility yet?" she asked the boy in front of her- trying to act normal. It was hard to keep her thoughts from wandering, but teasing the boy helped to calm her nerves and make everything seem almost normal. She had gotten out of worse scrapes then this. She was sure she could find a way to escape.
 
"Whut?", Caleb had been totally absorbed in his thoughts and didn't recognize the girl for the first moment. Starring at her, he reflected her words and held on his breath. Two of the boys were already watching them and the girl also rose her eye lashes. "I guess this is nothing you should crack jokes about," he hissed under his breath while observing the men in the white suits. "Or they will suspect you. Between, invisibility isn't my.. shit," he could have facepalmed himself even before finishing the sentence. When casting a short glance at the other students, he noticed that they didn't catch his words. Hopefully, that girl was trustworthy.
 
Ezra smiled. "It's adorable how frighted you are." She teased, "So, you think they'll suspect a girl for making jokes about invisibility, but they won't suspect the boy about to pee his pants because of some little needle." She rolled her eyes. "You're a dim wit." She stood on her toes peering around the boy in front of her looking at the kids staring at her. "What are you gawking at?" She glared at the kids trying to intimidate them.
 
"Okey, wait. First of all: I'm not peeing my pants." Caleb gazed at her when she tried to intimdate the other kids, "and secondly: You are acting weird, are you trying to impress me?" He gave her a lopsided sneer as she raised herself on her tiptoes. Then he heard somebody shouting, the last student had arrived at the metal box, a tall blonde girl who looked like them as if she was watching a freakshow. The identification instrument gave her a green light. Caleb sighed and watched her leaving the foyer. "Lucky one."
 
Ezra rolled her eyes. "Please, you're the last person I would ever try to impress if I was the type of person to want recognition from someone else. But it would be embedded into your DNA to assume everyone wants to impress you. Besides, who wouldn't be acting weird in the face of impending doom? You're just the only one about to pee his pants." She stuffed her hands into her front pockets sighing, acting almost bored at the prospect of waiting in line a second longer, especially if she had to talk to him.
 
"Ok, calm down," he grinned watching the red-haired girl as she copped a look at the waiting line and stuffed her hands into her front pockets. "Well, it's embedded in my DNA to make everybody trying to impress me," again he sneered, but the smile vanished as a suited man stepped in front of the line and made an announcement. "Hello everybody. I guess, most of you know about the test and why you are here. Anyway, I'll explain it again for those who doesn't. Our world is covered with human beings that suffer from an awful disease, we do also call them the Cursed." A bunch of students looked up frightened as they heard the familiar word. Stories about the Cursed had been spread all over the earth, fables and tales which blackend them. Stories, the children heard in their cradles, in kindergarten and in school. Calbed gulbed and stared at the ground as the man proceeded. "They'll ban mankind if we don't ban them, this is why a special test had been created. We will inject you some kind of fluid which will force you to use your abilitys if you have them. You can't supress them, don't even try. You may also present yourself before undergoing the test, please remind: We won't hurt you, we will merely cure you and take away the side effects." A door was opened and a pretty woman smiled at the croud as she read out the first name: "Gerry Brown." Calbe started to fiddle around the ends of his shirt nervously. "We may as well expect the worst," he sighed.
 
"No, it's not embedded into your DNA to make everyone try to impress you- It's that you think they are. You've probably been brain washed from birth by your parents to think you're all that just because you have money. Well I'd like to see your parents try and get you out of this mess." Ezra turned her head as a commanding voice addressed the room. She rolled her eyes ignoring his speech. "I'd love to possess that pig head and make him trip on his face." She looked down watching Caleb fiddling with his shirt. "Is it itchy or something?"
 
"Yes, itchy as hell," he stopped and folded his arms as he looked directly into the girl's eyes, his lips were creating a thin line. "Well, nobody will try to get me out, because my father isn't fairly interested in saving his goddamn cursed child." Caleb turned his back at the girl and watched the line. The door opened again and Gerry left the room, his hands remaining in his trouser pockets as he passed Caleb and gave him a wink. "I know that he fell for me all the time," he whispered towards Ezra. The next students was called in and his hands started shaking. "Shit, I'll need plan."
 
Ezra turned her head watching 'Gerry' walk past the two of them. "What can you do?" she asked as the gears started to spin to find a way to weasel out of the 'impending doom' that loomed over the two of them. "I mean, what's your ability?" She turned her head, making sure she accounted for each exit to the room before turning back, meeting her green eyes with his.
 
Caleb turned around and approached Ezra creating a hollow with his hands. Copping a look over his shoulder, he made sure that nobody was watching them. Most of the students were busy with being nervous or bored. He created a small bit of water in his hands and let a bubble as big as a fingertip raise out of the fluid. "Control and manipulate water, but I can't create much in my hands, it would overstrain my body, because I'm using the water of my blood. I would probably pass out or die. Guess, I'd need a source where I can take the water from." The bubble burst and the fluid soaked again into his hands. "What's yours?"
 
Ezra looked down at his palm as he pulled water from the air and from his body and turned it into a bubble and then watched it disappear. She looked up at him taking her time to reply to his question. "It's um-" she paused licking her lip. "I can um" she shifted her weight tilting her head trying to find the right words. "I can possess." She stated softly under her breath.
 
Caleb stared at her furrowing his brows in a confused way as he stepped forward - the line grew shorter from minute to minute. "You can possess? W-What does that mean, can you show me?" He combed with his fingers through his long, brown hair and watched the keeper walking up and down next to the line. Their time was about to run out and he was getting nervous. "Okey, this is getting creepy!"


Sorry, I was busy with school and stuff. :x
 
Ezra nodded her head. "Hold my elbow." She placed his hand on the inside of her arm. "And I swear, if you let me fall and I get a concussion, I will sue your parents for all they are worth." Her eyes glanced over the kids in line and then landed on the guard walking past them every so often. "Hey, I didn't know we were in a prison line!" She watched him approach her and open his mouth to yell at her, but her eyes weren't on his mouth. They were on his eyes and the second they met, she could see right into him. Her eyes glazed over with a white film and her body fell limp as she drifted inside the keeper. Suddenly she was looking down at herself and she turned her head, well the keepers head toward Caleb. "Not bad huh?"
 
"Okey, that's awesome," Caleb had watched her intently and now that her soul (?) was inside the keeper's mind, he opened his mouth, but closed it again. "Pretty awesome." He was still holding Ezra's arm and took some time to eye her limp body . "Well ... I guess we should take advantage of our abilities. How long can you stay in the keeper's body? Because it would be pretty cool if we could trick them a little bit." Caleb lifted Ezras body and hold it in both hands as if she had knocked out.
 
Ezra watched as Caleb lifted her body into his arms. She jaw tightened uncomfortably. "I can stay as long as I want, but the longer I stay the harder it is to get out. I swear, if you do anything to me- I'll possess you and slit your neck." She warned gripping her large hand into a fist. "What trick were you thinking of?" She asked and turned her head realizing the other kids were staring. "And hurry it up, before someone notices." She folded her arms across her chest staring at Caleb.
 
"Okey," Caleb turned around watching the other kids whispering and opening their jaws. "There were often kids who started to feel uncomfortable ahead of the forthcoming injection," he started to whisper and bit his lip as the next kid entered the room. "Sometimes they also knocked out," he nodded at her body. "Talk to the other keepers and tell that you'll accompany us to the transporter where they use to store the medicines away and when we're out of here, we'll pop off across the river where I'll bring my powers into play."
 
"Alright, stay here." She walked over to the keepers and began to talk, gesturing every so often over to Caleb before returning to his side. "We're good to go." She motioned toward the way to the transporter. "Get a move on before I change my mind." She demanded a bit loud and gave a shove to Caleb's shoulder for good measure. It always made her uncomfortable to be out of her body. It made her feel vulnerable to have to leave her body without consciousness. She didn't like relying on Caleb to take care of her. She thought about taking her body from his arms and leaving him behind, but she wasn't exactly sure what she would do with the guard at the end of that situation.
 
"Well done, miss Red-hair," Caleb twittered reminding that he didn't know the girl's name yet. He adjusted her body in his hands and started walking with a whining facial expression. "Oh no, my girlfriend knocked off," he informed the other students who smiled at him pitifully. Then he passed the other keepers and hoped that Ezra/the keeper was following him. When he opened the front door with his elbow, he felt a warm breeze ruffling his hair. "Freedom," he whispered enthusiastic and wanted to head for a river when a deep voice hit him. "Hey young man, wrong direction. The transporter is over here." A medic was standing five feets away from him and waved approaching him. "May I take her?" The man nodded at Ezras body. "No, no," Caleb turned around panicky his eyes searching the keeper's body.
 
Ezra glared at Caleb when he called her, his girlfriend. She clenched her jaw ready to give him a piece of her mind when she heard the medic's voice. Her head turned between the medic and Caleb. "I hope you can run fast." She muttered before slamming her fist into the Medic's nose. She winced shaking out her hand in pain before gripping her hand back into a fist ready to take another swing.
 
"Nice left hook," he muttered as he stepped back. "What the hell, keeper?!" The medic hold his bleeding nose and watched the keeper puzzled and angry at the same time. "I guess that you should take your body or change into your body or whatever," he said while he looked for a foutain or something of the kind. "It's not that you are heavy, ugh, maybe a little bit."
 
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