It was cold. But that was nothing new. It was always cold in the cell. It was so white and bare, unforgiving steel that held no life, no voice, no comfort. She'd stared at these walls for the last few years - it had been years, right? Six years? Seven? - and had wondered if she'd ever hear the voices again. She'd only heard them briefly all those years ago, but they'd swarmed her mind in such a glorious flood of warmth and care that she could not help but remember them. It wasn't like she could remember much else. She knew her name. Kamielle Hunter. She knew her past, how she'd grown up, what had led her to her current state. She knew her age; twenty-four and she felt she knew how long she'd been here, but she couldn't know for sure. The scientists, their helpers they all looked new and yet so vaguely familiar that it was puzzling, frightening. But everything was frightening here. Everything was painful. Everything was hopeless. It hadn't always been that way. The world, her life, had been good. War had been nonexistent. The entire human race had come to a peace with each other and everyone had thrived. And then the Virus had come. An unnatural plague that held no cure, was merciless as it swept through the billions, leaving the population only a fourth of what it had been, leaving everything in devastation, leaving humanity divided once more. Now there were the Immune, the Infected who had yet to die and the Freaks. That was what Kamielle was; a Freak. A genetically altered human, affected by the Virus in ways no one, not even Third-Party, the power behind all this, could have predicted. Though, now they tried to discover what they'd done, dissecting Freaks to learn from their accidental genuis. Kami was one of those experiments. She could manipulate the earth. Geokinesis they called it, a power that had only been known in fairytales before. It was now reality. Kami's reality. Just like this cold cell.