Futuristic The Halo Generation

[Zinnasaadi]

In the near future, teenagers have begun to show signs of mutations, of special abilities that shouldn't be logically possible. They can walk through walls, change forms, make drawings come to life, fly. It terrifies the ordinary humans, causing them to throw their children out of their homes and onto the street. There are, however, a lucky few whose mutations are far less obvious: those who have faster reflexes, those who are smarter than the average human, people who can hold their breath longer than others or get along with almost any animal.


Unfortunately the government is extremely corrupt, separating into four classes: Royalty, upper class, middle class, and the Abandoned. The Abandoned -- mutants whose abilities are unable to be hidden -- are the only truly 'poor' class, targeted by the gangs and forced to live a life of theft and murder. The general public have named them as such because they have all fallen from their families, but they choose to call themselves the Halo Generation -- a rather ironic name, considering their state.


Those who can conceal their mutation and pass as a simply remarkable human (seeing as how there are no shortage of those in history) call themselves the Veiled, helping the Halo Generation by leaving small gifts that can improve the Halo Generation's lives at drop sites. The normal people refuse to acknowledge that there is unrest amongst the Abandoned, shuffling past the hovels and alleyways that house them. If you look close enough, you can just see the hatred in their eyes, the plotting of an uprising, ready to take down their oppressors.

 

[Zinnasaadi]

Cordula scanned the street near the drop site, making sure no police gangs were turning the corner. She dashed across the cobblestones, her bare feet slapping against the cold rock. It was nearing winter, and Rachana (her Veiled friend) had promised to smuggle a coat or two for the young ones. Her family weren't surprised when a winter coat went missing again, seeing as how they had so many children it had become commonplace for one of them to disappear without explanation. Rachana had also promised a blanket among other things, and Cordula was eager to see what her friend had left.


The mirror-walker's toes squelched in the half-frozen mud as she entered the tiny alley far enough from Rachana's home but close enough for her to make trips to without attracting the attention of her parents and siblings. A duffel bag, made from heavy wool, held the treasures she sought. Cordula picked up the bag and slung it over her shoulder, hurrying back the way she came. She didn't dare stop in the alley to see what Rachana had managed to give her.

 

[Deadkool]

Alexander finished up a chat with his adviser. "The underprivileged of our society require full attention." His adviser nodded and walked into the next room. Alexander needed some fresh air. He stepped outside and cleared his head, hearing the pleas of his Abandoned people. While this tugged at his happiness it only hardened his resolve. Alexander concentrated and tried communicating with his German contact who he'd met at a dinner party several years earlier. He said telepathically "How goes the efforts with The Abandoned in your area?"


He was concerned as most governments were cracking down on The Gifted and their sympathizers. He stepped back inside and walked to his quarters. He poured himself some tea and sipped it slowly hoping to take his mind off things. He stared out his window when a thought popped into his head. He thought to himself with a smile, "We have a lot of work to do". As he waited for Cordula's response, he sat on his bed in deep thought.


@Jaciel

 

[Aes]

Cassandra Romanov was shivering. It wasn't particularly cold or hot, and she wasn't quite ill. Recently, she had found herself to be quite reckless and anxious for no reason whatsoever. She had been growing up with the Abandoned and raised by strangers she barely remembered because their faces changed so quickly. If anyone should be afraid, it shouldn't be her. Something was off and wrong, and somehow she involuntarily reacted to it. She had found a safehouse about a week ago, and quickly decided to settle in it. There were a couple of other Abandoned there, but far from crowded. The atmosphere was usually quiet and sharp with sarcasm. The young Russian woman didn't know if she should be thankful or remorseful. Such fate was rare to catch something so controversial. Still, the others were clever and intelligent, and there was a mutual bond that everyone felt, almost familial.


"You alright, Peia?" Cassandra reacted to the name with an utmost certainty. Her identity of Cassandra Romanov, cast daughter of the royal bloodline and presumably dead, was gone to her. The name itself was hollow and held no meaning. She cast her pensive gaze to an older woman who was looking at her with an almost disdainful face of concern. With a reluctant exhale, she moved away from the wall she was sitting against. She gave a wry smile. "Fine. I'm fine." The woman said something else, something about receiving some sort of supplies tonight and how her participation was pretty important. She barely heard the words, drowned out by her loud and cutting thoughts. It seemed almost funny that her thoughts were a bit brash and violently louder than her image and voice. Carefully, she paced towards the door, but decided at the last moment not to risk going out.

 

[Zinnasaadi]

Cordula was almost scared out of her skin by Alexander. She swore inwardly, casting a quick glance over her shoulder. God, Gustaf. That was terrifying. I thought you were the police. It's going fine here, I just picked up a drop from Rachana. Have you met her? I can't remember. She's Indian. Anyways, she said she'd leave some coats for the children and one or two for the adults and elderly. Might be some food in here too, I haven't checked it yet. Talk to me again in about ten minutes.





The German adjusted the duffel bag on her shoulders, beginning to shiver. It was only about a mile to the safe house. She could make it.