[h2]Kithra Moore[/h2]

Kithra was trying hard not to feel the pain in her stomach when she heard something that sounded a human voice, but as soon as she heard it she felt calm and the pain in her stomach dulled slightly. She looked at the man beside her, did she know him? She must have since he seemed to know her, but she wasn't sure. Something in the back of her mind seemed to telling to run, but before she could react he grabbed her hand. She let him lead her to his car, she got in without protest which she would of never had done. She maybe bad at stealing, lying and naive in some aspects but she was smart enough not to trust a stranger. But it was like she knew him or in the very least he knew her.

As they drove they were silent which seemed to clear some of the fogginess from her mind. She looked over at the driver and took notice of his eyes, [i]He's a Gifted![/i] in her old life she would of been terrified but now she was kind of relieved, though she was still careful as not all Gifted were the nice kind. She knew that some killed and some abused people, regardless if they were Regulars or Gifted. The car stopped and Kithra suddenly realized she had no idea how to defend herself if it came to that. She took a deep breath and allowed the Gifted to lead her to what must of been his home. She looked at Gifted as he ushered her to his motorhome and motioned her to enter first, she was about to shake her head but the smell of food suddenly caught her attention.

She entered the motorhome and what looked like leftovers from that morning, she felt her stomach twist as she bit her lip. But when she heard the door shut she turned and looked at the Gifted. "[color=ec008c]What is your name?[/color]" She asked before he could say anything, though she noticed that her mind was still kind of fuzzy. The fuzziness seemed to get worse when he spoke, so she hoped that she could keep her wits about her when he began to speak. She heard about Gifted having strong gifts but she never expected to run into one. The longer she looked at this one she felt herself losing her mind, as she thought he was pretty. [i]Keep your mind Kitty.[/i] She said to herself, using her old nickname.

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[h2]Lucky Newman[/h2]

Lucky had fallen asleep, for how long he was unsure. All that he knew was that he woke gasping for air and he was on the verge of tears. "[color=00a651]Forget[/color]!" He yelled though he wasn't sure why. He must of been dreaming, maybe about that Gifted girl he watched get shot by her family. Or maybe it was the countless other horrors he had witnessed since going on the run. He never realized just how violent, unforgiving and deadly the world was until he entered the world of being a Gifted. It was like a kill or be killed world, he watched his kind starve to death. He tried to help but they were too far gone, so all he could do while he was with them was make them forget their pain. Though he couldn't make them forget their past hurts, he could make them forget what they were currently feeling so long as he was with them.

He wished he could make himself forget, but he tried that once and nothing happened. He rubbed his face before standing and getting out of the rail-car and going over to the abounded train station. He needed to walk, couldn't stay in one place. He felt tortured by his own mind almost like he took on the pain of those that he watched die. He wanted to be a doctor, he wanted to save people, relieve their pain, heal them, but he was a thing that everyone feared. Well what the Regulars feared anyway. "[color=00a651]I can make others forget, but I am stuck remembering everything[/color]!" He said to himself, he was feeling a little sorry for himself but that usually happened when he woke up from a dream that was more like a nightmare.

He walked around the abandoned train station, just to easy his mind. He was tired of being lonely.