(OOC: Sorry if my posts are ridiculously far apart, I'm on sort of vacation in London for two weeks, and I'm away from my laptop most of the time)
Noah
"Faye!" I leaned forward, taking her wrist carefully and running my thumb over the smooth, unbroken skin. Even the blood had disappeared. I couldn't help but wonder where it had all gone.
"How'd you do it?" I asked Gabe. But looking at his face, I could tell he knew the answer as much as I did. He shook his head. "Do you think you would be able to do it again?"
Mutations were developing fast then we could keep up with them. Few of us actually knew how to control them. How long would it be before we couldn't handle it anymore?
(Ah, Noah, the eternal pessimist. Why are all my characters pessimists?)
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