Bioterrorists. Humans who were born to do great feats and be of power. Another term for 'Conduits'. This was all the things I knew about them before I, myself, found out about me being one…

January 1, 2012. It was around noon of New Year when I felt a little 'tired' from staying inside. I was a natural introvert, spending much of my time away from people and if I was forced to socialize, it would only take me two to three minutes tops before I walk away and never look back. I decided a jog to the local park was in order. I put on my best clothes, a gray sweatshirt and some running pants and off I went.

Mum was already in the kitchen preparing the ingredients for our family dinner later that evening. She met me half-way through my walk towards the front door. "Honey, dear, if you have time could you go and buy some carrots and milk at the grocery?" she asked, a stack of paper money in one hand.

I nodded. "Sure" I say and took the papers from her hand. I look at the hallway mirror to make sure I was ragged-looking or had a terrible hair day from lounging around my bed for the first few hours of New Year's morning. My black hair was tussled all around, but it wasn't something a little combing with my finger couldn't fixed, my fair complexion seemed to have a bit darkened the last couple of months I spent on working at the local garden house. A pair of ocean blue eyes stared back at me as I finalized looking and criticizing over myself. "You look fine, Lee" I muttered to myself. I threw open the door and stepped out.

Our house sat a few blocks down from the lake and seven blocks from the park. I passed by the grocery store and decided I would buy the things mum wanted me to get later when I return from my jog. I haven't been outside since yesterday, I needed the fresh air and the lack of people outside had put me in a good mood. The Oakley Park was a spacious green field surrounded by the lake to the west and a forest to the north. It had a concrete path the served as the visitors' path around the park. I took the concrete one until there was a fork in it, the concrete continued to the left and a muddy, dusty one leading up to the forest was to the right. I took the right and headed deep into the forest enclosure.

I feel alive when I'm with nature. Being alone with it was even better. Here I was free from all the worries and judgmental eyes of society. Here, I was— A sound of breaking branches cuts me off from my own thought. I sounded far away but the rapid succession of the sound came louder and louder until it stopped a few feet behind me. I've met wolves and wild dogs during my other runs but this was rather different, I turn around slowly and see a man, rugged and scrapped with bruises all over his body. "Dude, what happened to you?!" I asked as I calmly walked towards him. His eyes were darting from left to right, he's shaking wildly, his head jerking from one direction to the next, trying to spot whatever that did damage to him.

"You—you got to help me—me, man" he says. His teeth chatters like he was cold. Or terrified. "th—they're after me, man!" he says jumping on me and shaking me by the shoulder.

"Hey!" I shout. "Stop it, I'll help you but you got to stop—shaking me" I say trying to break free from his hold. His grip loosens and I was able to jerk myself from him.

"Look, man. I'm sorry but you got to help me" he says.

"I will" I say. I turn in a circle trying to see if anyone or anything was coming towards us. Nothing. "I just want to know first what's after you"

"The D.U.P man, they're hunting us down" he says, his voice gaining more dread and fear with every second he spends talking to me. "Please, I need your help, man"

I move back, suddenly taken by the horror of what I just stumbled on. A Bioterrorist. This is why I don't go out. I curse myself for trying to help this guy, he's a monster; they all are. I try to move slowly, gaining space between us. He seems to notice and turns his attention from turning in circles to me. "Hey, I thought you were going to help me out!" he screams lunging towards me.

I turn and run. I don't want to be involved in anything with these types of people. The D.U.P needs to come and get him off of my tracks before anything else happens. The man lifts his hand and a root of a nearby tree juts out, tripping me. I fall to the muddy ground face first. i hear braches moving around me, creaking and snapping as the man willed them to. I turn and see I'm surrounded by sharp braches, the man stands a few feet from where I was on my ass. "You liar" he says coldly. The fear and anxiety before, gone. he twists his arms and the braches swerves and collides on each other forming one large chunk of a wooden spear aimed directly at me,

"Whoa, whoa, man. You wouldn't want to kill anyone now, would you" I say trying to stand up. The branch—spear—suddenly shoots out towards me. I close my eyes waiting for it to hit but it doesn't come. I open my eyes and see the end of it directly in front of my neck, a few centimeters from my skin. "You wouldn't want the D.U.P to do horrible things to you for killing an innocent bystander now, would you?"

He spits on the ground. "Fuck the D.U.P, I can't stand liars. They're worse than the D.U.P" he says. I feel the wood pushing against the skin of my neck, drawing blood. "You're worse than they are"

"Hey, I was going to get help" I said. I try to back away but I feel the surface of a trunk of a tree behind me. I'm pinned down. I just hope the D.U.P does get here fast.

"Even in your last few breathes, you're still lying" he says. "I was captured because I trusted people like you" he says putting spit in every one of his words. I feel a tang of guilt and felt sorry for the man.

"I swear on my life—

"You ain't got one anymore" he says. He drives the branch to my neck and feel it enter. The searing white hot pain makes me collapse to the ground holding onto the piece of bark. I try to breath but the wood was lodge deep, covering my wind pipe, blood poured out as I bleed to death in front of a god forsaken Bioterrorist. I felt the world become hazy, the man ran off into the woods again, my sight's starting to blur, darkness inching from the corners of my eyes. I feel the trickle of blood covering my entire hands and shirt. This was it… I was dying and it was all because I wanted to go outside…

My eyes snap open. It's still daylight. My head felt groggy and disoriented. I try to stand up but the sudden rush in my head slammed me back to the ground. I try to get my head together, everything was still foggy, I was having a hard time to see what was in front of me or what was making those snapping noises. I hear distant shouts and cries as more snapping and bending wood echoed along with them. I try to reach of my head when I suddenly remember the man and what he had done to me. I should be dead! I try to touch the lodged bark on my neck but I don't feel it, I don't even feel a hole where it should have entered me. I look down and see no blood on my shirt or hands. I'm flabbergasted, I don't know what just happened or if it did happened. A scream, not too far, broke my attention. I turn towards its direction and looked up; large and thick branches, were being uprooted like tentacles grasping the sky. I moved back, it was real. Then how was I still alive?!

I turn to run away from the battle going on in front of me. I run as fast as I could, dodging trees and rocks and shrubs as I jumped over boulders and slid under fallen trunks of trees. For some unknown reason, I knew what I was doing, what was coming up behind the line of trees in my peripheral and what I was going to do once I met those lines of trees. It was like I could see what I was going to do in my mind, everything I was going to do today. My mind raced, my body reacted, I easily got off the muddy path and back to the park. I still don't see anyone, everyone was probably in their homes spending the day off with their relatives, like what I was going to be doing later until— wait, what? How do I know the D.U.P was going to knock on our front doors later during our family dinner? I shake the thought away, I need to get home. But first, I still need to buy some groceries