Six years ago, the unknown EVO incident occurred. Thousands were transformed into hideous EVOs. And once they became an EVO, they had to stay that way. The government immediately took action; they created Providence, an international organization committed to containing these EVOs. A number of problems rose for Providence, bandits, gangs of humanoid EVOs, stolen equipment, and etc. Therefore, Providence created an underground international organization specially created to take care of these situations. Providence called this organization, Peace. They appointed Andrea Knightwalker as director, a young 18-year-old with immense strength, intelligence, and leadership skills.

Peace took care of all of the minor problems for Providence, it was partly because of two agents. Aaron Greene, and the director's own sister, Catherine Knightwalker. They were Peace's youngest agents, but also two of the best. Two years ago, Andrea Knightwalker sealed Peace off from Providence for unknown reasons. Now it is a rebellion organization against Providence, not many people know of its existence however. Even the name was changed to Pro Libertate, by the new unknown director.

Circe's POV

I hate movie theaters. No, no, scratch that. I hate any place that is crowded with dumb jocks and gossiping teenage girls. I may sound harsh, but being pushed out of automatic doors and onto a street where I almost run over by a truck makes me irritable. I sucked up chocolate milkshake through a colorful straw from McDonalds, while I sat on a comfortable park bench with Brent and Sandy STILL arguing about the movie. I guess I should explain, Brent insisted he come along because I was still unstable from the concussion I had. And guess what I found out, he's actually the doctor who checked me out. It stills bothers me that a guy checked me out, but he looks like he already has an eye on Sandy. She started freaking out during one part of the movie and he held her hand. Then she freaked out about THAT two minutes later. But now they won't SHUT UP about the movie. Arguing over casting, camera, and special effects, all of that boring crap. I liked it, liked the book better, but I liked it.

The two film geek's voices filled my ears, but after listening to my sister go on and on about her mushy shoujo mangas, I've learned to tune out most people. But suddenly both of their voices stopped, I looked up from my milkshake and looked at them. They were both staring at me with wide and curious eyes.

"What?" Brent gave me a skeptical look. "You're awfully quiet. What did you think of the movie?" To avoid an argument I gave the simplest answer.

"I liked it." Brent decided to interrogate and tear down my defenses.

"What'd you think of the camera, special effects, casting?"

"I thought the story was the best part of the movie if you're asking." He gave me a surprised look, he probably expected that I wasn't listening to their entire conversation. Maybe I was listening to some of it.

"Why's that?" I took another sip of my milkshake a told him.

"Because of the way Katniss lives in District 12. She does whatever she can to protect her mother and sister, but she never thinks about herself. Her ambitions, thoughts, and feelings don't exist to her. She just does what she has to do, while never thinking of herself. She has a rather sad way of living, but it's also a rather conscious way of living. To live to for your duty, to survive, and to not die." I took another sip of my milkshake and looked at their baffled expressions. I decided to change the subject.

"Um, shouldn't we be heading back? It's getting late." It was only four 'o'clock, but I was feeling tired already.

"Actually, I'm kind of hungry." Sandy said. I looked down at my McDonalds milkshake and looked back at her.

"Then why didn't you get something at McDonalds?" She gave me a puzzled look.

"We went to McDonalds?" Sandy and Brent both said simultaneously.

"Let's eat something back at…base." I haven't heard myself say that in a WHILE. It almost seemed as if I was back at home. With Angel, Rentin, and Aero…but those were times of the past. And it's not 2010 now. It's 2012, and I'm not in Japan. I'm in Utah. It would be nice to go back to those times…I started to imagine hanging out with Angel, Rentin, and Aero while talking, laughing and pushing each other around while walking all over Shibuya.

"Earth to the Shadowed Cure!" Sandy voice snapped me awake while snapping her fingers in front of my eyes. She gave me an irritated look. "You have a really bad habit of zoning out, you know. We're all tired, let's head back to base and hope that the Paparazzi doesn't camera-attack us." I didn't really pay attention to what Sandy just said. But her words reached my ears as we were into two minutes of walking down the street while passing a bunch of random people. As I thought about the last thing she said I immediately shouted out the first thought that came to my mind.

"Wait...," I stopped walking and they both turned back to me. "What do you mean, by getting attacked by the Paparazzi?" Then I remember the first thing she said to me. "And why did you call me Shadowed Cure?" Sandy gave me an immediate answer.

"Oh that's right, we didn't tell you. Your famous here in Utah, everyone on the news has a nickname for you. "The Shadowed Cure." And your jacket is famous as well, a bunch of wannabe's are wearing it." I didn't believe that last part of what she said, but I looked around me. People were wearing the same jacket as me, normal people. Normal everyday people, not a bunch of EVOs, just everyday people.

Why?

"Why?" I gazed around me.

"Because they believe in you." I turned and looked at Brent who was talking; he was looking at the crowd of people walking on the crossings and sidewalks. "Because they know that Providence is wrong. They know that what they're doing is wrong. That's why they believe in you. You're doing what's right. They believe in the cure." I felt the wind blow against my hair and his words flowed through my mind.

They believe in me? Why? I'm not a hero, Rex is a hero. I'm not a hero. I'm just…a nobody.

"I'm not special though." I looked at the blue sky, and thought What did I do to make myself a hero?

"Yeah you are." It was Sandy talking this time. "You are one of the two people of can cure EVOs." Panic filled my previously calm mind. I felt like telling them "I've never been able to cure EVOs though! It was probably just dumb luck!" But I knew it couldn't have been dumb luck, there is no dumb luck in science. Right then and there, while looking at the sky, I realized something. I have gained the ability to cure EVOs, and now I was a hero because of it. I have gained a status I never wanted, a status that was never meant for me.

Someone else deserves this. Someone who wants to be a hero. This is an ability that belongs to someone else. It's not mine, I never wanted this, then…why would I gain this ability?I wondered. Then the last thing I ever expected happened. I got my answer.

Because you ended up being the perfect host for me. The answer rang in my mind and then my body reacted. I fell back on the concrete and immediately sat up turning my head left and right. Then Sandy and Brent rushed over to me, grabbed my arms and pulled me back up to my feet. I was still confused from the mysterious answer, but despite my confused look Sandy pelted a bunch of questions.

"What today's date? What's your name? Where are we? What state are we in?" I recovered from my daze two seconds after she threw her concussion checking questions.

"March 31st. Catherine Knightwalker. Altonah. Utah." I answered with small break in between. "It's okay I'm fine. Just got in a little daze." They let go of my arms and I brushed my jeans.

"Let's head back." I said with a fake smile, I didn't want them to worry. They both exchanged looks and shrugged. As we were walking down the sidewalks with endless people and cars passing us by, Brent just had to bring up a god-forbidden topic.

"I still think the camera for the Hunger Games was really bad!" And Sandy and Brent started another argument. But I lingered back and looked at the sky again. The horizon was starting to distort the blue in the sky. I thought about the mysterious answer, it was like someone spoke into my mind. And the female voice sounded familiar…it sounded like…Mom?

Sorry, for late chapter. Busy planning ahead. And lost the password. And now I'm sick with the stomach flu. But I wanted to get this out before anything. Thanks to JazzHearts for inspiring me again!