Mind Bender -ON PAUSE-

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Prologue

HI! Welcome to Mind Bender, thanks for giving this story a chance. I first wrote this in Grade 7, but I realised the plot had potential so now it’s undergoing SERIOUS editing. Don’t feel shy to comment what your thoughts on the story either, it lets me know you’re enjoying reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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My heart is pounding in my chest but I try to ignore it and slow my breathing. The only reason I’m not dead right now is that they haven’t found me yet. I silently grip the rough bark of the tree, trying to calm myself, if it hears me panting it’s all over. Just as I begin to feel the sweat that I’m covered in, I feel something cold wrap around my arm. A metallic hand, a cold hand covered in scrapes and dents.

As it tries to drag me I keep a firm grip on the rough bark, my fear pumping adrenaline through my veins. I try to hold on but it’s too strong, I open my mouth to scream but only manage a soft “Oh” as a sudden pain explodes in the back of my head. My legs crumple beneath me and my body falls to the ground with a soft thud. Dark splotches of black cover my vision. My eyes flutter closed, but before darkness envelops me one thought runs through my mind: they knew... they knew all along...

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No one knows who we are. The world doesn’t know who we are. Those who do will soon forget. It’s better that way.

Yet not everyone forgets, some might never forget. It’s unfortunate, yet it happens. I don’t know what goes through their head when it happens. I just know that it changes them. It corrupts their minds. Changes the way they think. We call them Mind Benders.

Mind Benders force us to hide in plain sight. Why? I don’t know, but they want something from us, I don’t know what they want, but, they want something.
We’re everywhere and the Mind Benders know it. It’s the only way to be safe. It’s the only way to survive.

In the outskirts of New Zealand, a girl would avoid the spotlight as if it were the plague.
She would ask her elders, "Why do we hide?"
The elders would reply in a monotonous voice, "It's better this way."

Most of her kind are telepaths or telekinetics- male telepaths or telekinetics. There have only been two in their history that is what she is and can do what she can do- but she is long gone. Lost in the abyss of darkness.

The girl would plead to her elders, "Why won't you help her?"
The elders would always say, "It's better this way."

The phrase would be pounded into the girl's mind. Repeated to her. Those four words were the answer to everything. Or so she thought.

The girl's name is Evalynn Cyros. The last she.

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