It's finished. All over. At sixteen years old, I can tell you how to you how to make a bomb, hack into an atm, perform procedures, fight till the death or fend for yourself and five other people.

Well I guess I don't actually fend for five other people. There is a dog too. But, we all help. From tricking someone through there mind, move metal locks, but not touching, breaking trees with your bare hands, hearing a twig break a mile away, mimicking a voice or creating a fire from a single click of the fingers. Everyone helps.

I don't go to school, but have knowledge that you cannot teach. I am not sick, but have scares that cover my body. I live with no adults, but have a family of my own. My life is not ordinary.

I fight for what I live for, but I think that is over. Apparently we have stopped it. I have killed men and women, but they chopped up my body. I have fought my brother, he didn't stay dead. My father betrayed me, my mother didn't know me. I was created for one soul purpose. To save a world that cannot save itself.

But that is finished now. Yes, finished. My family survived to live their life. Even if there memories are not all wanted. But this is us. Nothing can change it. Now though, we are doing the hardest thing ever. Where going to school.