Thunder & Lightning: We're all leaves in a hurricane. (Gifted) by Patrick Roberts

Chapter 3: BreakOut
     
    As I paced in my room, I felt energy bubbling just below the surface. It might have been anger. In any case, the only thing keeping me here was the fact that I could hurt someone trying to escape. Well, that and the fact that they put up some kind of electronic doo-dads to keep me from escaping.
    I looked around at my new room . It was frustrating. The first two weeks, I was so intent on staying in here for the well-being of everyone else, but now that I needed to escape, they’d found a way to keep me in. I needed out for my well-being.
    I felt a slight rumbling. At first I dismissed it as a minor Earthquake. The second time, I couldn’t deny it because it was quite a bit more noticeable, especially since the door’s hinges popped off and the heavy door fell to the floor.
    A tall man walked through the door and stood in front of me. He was wearing a guard’s uniform, complete with that fashion disaster of a beige hat. He stared at me for a minute, obviously sizing me up before tossing me something.
    “They’ve been dosing you. I’ve disrupted you dosages but the effects are…”
    “Who are you?” I asked.
    He took off his hate to reveal that he was beautiful beyond measure. His sparkling green eyes and brunette hair hit me like a ton of bricks. He smiled at me and the gun levitated upwards allowing me to grab and aim it.
    “My name is Chace Lavers; I’m here to save you.” He said turning, “Do you know how to handle a gun?”
    “Yes,” I said bypassing him, “Do you?”
    As we walked through the hallways, he looked nonplussed by the six guards who’d just shown up in front of us.
    “Any ideas?” I asked aiming the gun.
    “One.” He said throwing his hand forward, causing the men to fly backwards, pinned to the wall.
    “Show-off.” I said walking forward.
    “My, my, my…” Samuel Michaels’ voice said behind us.
    I turned to see him standing with a woman with long golden hair and piercing blue eyes. Within seconds of staring at her, I felt my brain begin to swim. Chace’s head must have done the same thing because he kneeled to one knee.
    “Now, for that DNA.” Samuel said moving towards me.
    I looked towards them and saw that he was pulling out a needle. I aimed the gun above their heads and shot a light down, causing them to scatter.
    I turned to Chace, who was now standing again, “My protector.” I said sarcastically.
    “ Ahh!” He said grabbing his head.
    I looked over to the woman, who’d gotten back up and was now watching us intently. I wondered why I wasn’t feeling the pain Chace was feeling. As quickly as he went down, Chace stood up and looked at her. She’d gone wide-eyed and was now watching us.
    “You okay?”
    “No, he’s not.” A man said standing in front of us, “She cannot hurt you or him.”
    “I’m thinking she deserves to be shot.” I said aiming my gun.
    No , The man’s voice said in my head, We do not kill.
    You don’t kill. I’m a certified murderer , I thought.
    The gun floated out of my hand and into his. I stared at the two of them. The new man was shorter with longer greying hair that didn’t match his youthful face. He had a set of knowing almond eyes to go along with his greying hair.
    We need to move , He said quickly into my mind.
    “Right.” I said testily.
    I led the way out.

Chapter 4: The Lair
     
    Upon making it to the city, I actually started asking questions. Ned was the one with the information, though Chace would cut in here and there to explain his part of things.
    Apparently, it was an X-Men-type of story. The two met when they were younger and were now partners in fighting against my doctor, whose real nature was more sinister than I ever could have imagined.
    Samuel Michaels is a genius level scientist under the guise of a normal physician. He appears to people with power and asks for their DNA to use.
    Ned was from a rich family and Chace’s family worked for them when they until they were murdered.