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Okay, so let's start from the top.
I was a normal kid. I fell and scratched my knee? I cried. I thought something was funny? I laughed. I was angry? I'd scream. Okay so all of that is really really predictable, right? Yeah.
I must've been around nine when I was kidnapped. I don't remember most of my life, it's really blurry. I think I had a mom…
Anyways, I lived in a crate for a while, sometimes picked and prodded at. I don't know why I was there, but I do know that they did procedures on me. I got cold, but I learned to live with it. My bones ached with the freezing feeling for the first month, then it slowly became the only thing I cared to feel.
I was always dazed, tired and weak. I wasn't aware of my surroundings.
But others were.
I slowly realized I wasn't alone when I was upgraded to a cage instead of a crate. There must've been around 100 cages in my room, kids of every color, but all under the age of 16. I was so scared. I couldn't get used to the occasional cries, moans or whispers. It was so scary. Where were we?
Months passed till one kid probably around 12 was taken out for a procedure. But he fought. The guy was skinny and weak, so he didn't last long, but he lasted long enough to inspire the rest of us. The uprising or revolt, whatever you wanna call it, started then. When the kids came flooding out of their hiding, their cages, there was much more than the feeble 100 in my room. The workers and scientists were overwhelmed, even though we were weak and dropped faster than they did. Most of the smaller kids, 10 and under, were wiped out, but not all. And the kids 12 and up really fought well. I mostly hid, to be honest.
The fight lasted over the weekend, till all of the scientists had either fled or died trying. We were abandoned in underground subways that had been made into labs. Everyone was freed from their cages, and we took care of each others wounds. But that was it. We just all left after that.
I guess some kids were lucky enough to find their old families, or at least a sibling, or maybe they were put into the foster care system. The country we were released into suddenly had busting foster care systems, and a lot more kids on the streets.
They were watching us though.
The handful of scientists who had escaped with their lives watched.
They found us.
Slowly we've been going missing, one or two every month.
I guess they forget though, we're willing to fight. It's been five years since we broke out. We are stronger, older and smarter. They may have blurred our memories, they may have taken our families, they may have hurt us, but we're ready for a comeback. When the world looks up and sees us, Fire, Water, Air and Earth, they will tremble. We're not monsters, but we can be.
We are the Elementals.