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a hundred and forty years ago

The meteor hit the ground and caused a loud explosion, blowing ash into the air and created a strong wind, which blew away any object nearby. The flaming rocks broke off and bounced on the ground, rolling down the hills and stopping at the edge of the cliff. The villagers that were present in their houses, unaware that something was coming their way, all ran to their windows, crying out as their houses starting catching on fire. They grabbed their most precious belongings and rushed to the doors, trying to escape the unfortunate situation. But the doors were blocked by massive solid blocks, making it impossible to break through. Screams were heard as the fire made its way through the houses, burning down each and every one of them to the ground, along with the residents.

Only three families were able to leave their houses, thanking the fact that they lived in a more isolated part of the village. They ran away from the smokey area and covered their mouths, attempting to block out the dust. The sky was a lighter colour than before, since the sun was now rising, and the survivors turned around to catch one last glimpse of their beloved home. As they stared at the light brown house, it got engulfed in flames and blew out in different directions. The father of one of the families, the only one who had lived there his entire life, fell to the ground, clutching onto his chest in pain as he saw his 40 years of hard work collapse to the ground within seconds. The rest of the family huddled around him, wrapping their arms over him to transfer some heat and calm him down. They didn't know where that meteor came from, or why they never got warned by the astrologists. But they did learn one thing. That the meteor brought one more thing other than destruction.

present time

Mark Lee was not a shy person. He wasn't someone who would be nervous whilst doing something incredibly scary, and definitely would never let people see that he was vulnerable. However, just this once, Mark let it happen. He was sweating uncontrollably, making his hands damp and the letter he had in it got a little limp. He kept clearing his throat, since there was a constant feeling of his dinner creeping up there, and he could barely keep his breathing stable. Mark was on his way to the back of the school, doing the most anime-like thing he had ever done, if you don't include joining the basketball team to impress the girls and eating alone at lunch to give off cool vibes.

What Mark was going to do at the back of the school was basically give away his last bit of pride. He always dreamt that one day, when he walks over to his locker to take his shoes out, a small letter, covered with red hearts and minature handwriting would flutter out. It would land in Mark's hands and he would let out a soft "Oh?". A small gasp from behind the lockers cabinet would be heard and Mark would ignore it, so that the person there wouldn't feel pressurised. Then, Mark would open the letter turning red by its contents. A girl would confess that she was the one who wrote the love letter. He would pretend to be shocked, even though he knew it was coming, as her eyes would never leave him whilst he was training. But that day never came, and so, Mark had to reverse it from a shoujo to a romance anime.

He let out a shaky breath as the girl he had been crushing on since 5th grade walked out, looking around gently, allowing the wind to brush through her hair and reveal her high cheekbones. Ever time Mark lay his eyes on her, his heart would stop beating for a second, and he was sure that he was going to die one day because of her. The girl finally saw Mark and smiled sweetly at him, giving a slow wave and practically skipped towards him. She greeted him and then tilted her head, causing her bangs to shift on her forehead, covering the top of her eyes. Mark licked his dry lips, unable to tear his eyes away from her face and then lowered his head. He stretched his hand out to her and whispered a small confession, internally hoping that she didn't hear him.

The girl looked down at Mark with confusion. She had never actually spoken to him properly, or at least with another purpose other than for school work. She accepted the letter with a bow and then began to read it, eyes widening at every "like" and "love". The girl bit her lip as she saw Mark lower his head even more when he heard no reaction. He knew that she was most probably not looking for a relationship, remembering the time she once said that she was only going to get married, and that it would be sometime after 22. But he still confessed, hoping that a burden would be lifted from his chest, or so he read in books. However, after this confession, the only thing Mark felt was regret. Regret because of the way the girl tore his letter and scoffed at him, changing her position of standing to lean on her left leg. She looked down at Mark with disgust and then sighed.

"Listen Mark," She said, running a hand down her face, somehow still making Mark's heart race, although she had just torn the piece of paper he had put his confidence and hope into. "I don't actually know you. We met in 5th grade? I never really paid attention to people back then, or now to be honest, so I don't know who you are. I definitely don't remember the time we spoke during our class trip and have no memory of ever lending you a piece of my equipment. The fact that you thought that I would even care about you, even though you're so irrelevant in my life, is actually hilarious."

Mark stared at the girl with shock. He never thought harsh words would come out of her mouth. She was always so nice and kind to people, rushing to their sides when they get hurt, or sacrificing herself to allow her teammates to receive gifts but not her. She even helped Mark once, but from what she just said, she most probably doesn't even remember that. Mark thought back to the time he once told his friend, Yukhei, about confessing to her. He warned Mark that she was a monster in disguise, but he never believed him, as he was so blinded with love.

"So I'm basically rejecting you," The girl laughed, seeing how Mark's red face turned pale and his eyes were on the verge of popping out of their sockets. She then waved at him, returning to her sweet state before walking away, swaying from left to right, ignoring the fact that the wind was now blowing up her small skirt. Mark turned his attention to the ground, eyes twitching at the fact that not only did he get rejected by his crush, but the fact that his crush was a horrible human being. To make things worse, a droplet of water dropped onto Mark's nose and he let out a loud groan of frustration. Second later, the raining got worse and worse, hitting Mark and the ground beneath him like bullets.

As Mark crouched down on the floor, he clenched his fists in anger. The rain circulated around him and fastened by the second. He could hear thunder nearby. The wind got faster and harshly brushed against the surface of Mark's face, creating loud noises when the windows got attacked by the swaying trees. Mark forced his eyes to travel up and his jaw dropped at what he saw. There was a large dark grey cloud, hovering above only his school. The sky that was next to it was clear, with the sun shining through the cloudless area. Seeing how the birds chirped a few feet away from him, where there was no rain, caused more anger to build up inside of him, knowing that the birds were even happier than he was at that moment.

"This is so stupid!" Mark gasped in exasperation and put his weight onto his knees. Blood creeped to the closest vessel in his skin and cut against it. Mark turned his attention up to the sky and frowned, squinting his eyes to avoid the rain that was painfully leaking into his eyeballs. "Go away, clouds! Go away!"

Within seconds of Mark screaming that out loud, the cloud that was situated right above Mark and the rest of the school, got a hole in it. The hole was directly above Mark, which caused the rain to stop falling on him, but it continued besides him. Mark's jaw dropped as he saw a circle form around himself as the sun dried him. He panicked and walked forwards. The hole in the cloud followed him, making sure he wasn't getting wet.

A hand grabbed Mark shoulder and pulled him backwards. He stumbled because of the tight grip and his arms flared around, hitting whoever was touching him. A grunt was heard from the person and then quickly spun Mark around, holding him in place. Mark looked up to see one of the guys that was in his science classes. The first question that came in his mind was what he was doing with his hands on Mark. But the second question, which was most probably more important, was asking about the cloud, since he didn't know what was going on and hoped someone else would.

"Mark, what are you doing?" Donghyuck said, shaking Mark. They weren't exactly close, or even friends to begin with. So Donghyuck shaking Mark and questioning him randomly was kind of shocking, and slightly irritating, especially with the question he was asking.

"I'm not doing anything, Donghyuck," Mark replied, the anger that was built up inside of him seeped into his tone and Donghyuck visibly flinched at it. Mark saw as Donghyuck now glared at him and then dug his nails into Mark's collar.

"Stop the rain," Donghyuck ordered, glancing up a few times and then down at Mark. His soaking wet silver dyed hair was brushed back and his uniform clung onto his body. Mark was staring at Donghyuck, surprised that the younger had quite a slim body, before getting shaken out of his thoughts again. "Stop being a pervert and stop the rain!"

"I don't know how to! I'm not controlling it!" Mark exclaimed, pushing Donghyuck away from himself as he felt heat creep up his neck. He then looked around to check if anyone else was there, but there was no one in sight. Donghyuck, clearly not impressed by the way Mark reacted, put his hands on his face and muffled a scream. He then raised his hand and blinked at Mark.

"Sorry in advance," Donghyuck said, placing one foot back and his other one sideways. He then jerked forwards, causing Mark to shut his eyes, and punched Mark right on his right cheek, knocking out any consciousness from him. As Mark's limp body fell into Donghyuck's arms, the rain surrounding them immediately stopped and the cloud above them dispersed. A sigh escaped Donghyuck's mouth and he looked down at the body in his arm. "Now, how am I supposed to take him home without raising suspicion from others?"

Donghyuck snaked his arm around Mark's waist and lifted him up, humming in annoyance as he got pulled back down by Mark's weight. Mark wasn't heavy, but Donghyuck was just too tired to be carrying someone at the moment. He lay Mark down in the puddle filled floor and sighed for the nth time. Pulling out his phone to call a friend, Donghyuck looked around to make sure that no one was watching him. He didn't want anyone to ask him what he was doing with Mark's body. His friend picked up as soon as he called and Donghyuck beamed at it.

"Jeno! I found the person, can you help me carry him? We're at the back of the school." Donghyuck quickly explained to Jeno, running a hand through his still wet hair and wiped away the water that was dripping down his chin. Jeno immediately agreed to helping Donghyuck and began to make his way there. Donghyuck stuffed his phone in his jeans pocket, barely managing to do it, and then kneeled down next to Mark. He observed as Mark's chest rose slowly.

Donghyuck had been searching for Mark since the storm had started. After all, it was his job to find people like Mark, and make sure that he was kept under his protection. Although no one knew about Donghyuck and his small and not so organised project, he still worked hard. He had a few friends that were like him, and Mark, and thats all he cared abiut. Their job, or self assigned work, was to find people who were struggling to control their newly found powers, or mutations, in their bodies. He hadn't started this recently, but actually a few years ago, and Mark wasn't the first person he saved.

"Hyuck!" Jeno called out, running over to the two on the ground and panted as he caught his breath. He glanced down at Mark and then back at Donghyuck. "You just had to knock him out? Couldn't have done it in a less painful way?"

Donghyuck shook his head and then gestured for Jeno to pick Mark up, tired after having to search for one single human being in a large crowd, whilst also being attacked by the crazy rain. Jeno swiftly bent down, lifting Mark up in his arms and turning to Donghyuck, with no sign of exhaustion on his face.

"How are you not tired?" Donghyuck asked, as he started walking away. He remembers very well that him and Jeno had spent the night scrolling through YouTube and watching every random video there was. And he was sure that he slept before Jeno, so he was surprised that he had more energy than Donghyuck.

"I'm just me," Jeno replied, shrugging his shoulders only to lean forwards to catch Mark's dropping body and shuffling him back up. "Now, we have to get home quickly."

The two exchanged looks as Mark snored loudly. They glanced at the school building, which was still buzzing with students as school had just ended, and then at Jeno's arms. Donghyuck whispered a small "run," before swinging his and Mark's bag over his shoulder and dashed forwards to the exit. Jeno followed him, ignoring the strange looks they got from the people around them and took deep breaths, helping himself carry Mark.

They barely managed to make it to their house when Jeno's arms gave up on him and Mark fell to the ground. Donghyuck froze in his spot when Mark's face hit the floor and he remained motionless. Jeno raised his head, peeling his eyes off Mark's back and blinked at Donghyuck with fear. Donghyuck rushed to Mark's side and pushed his shoulder, making him lay on his back and face-palmed when he saw that Mark was still asleep, but now had a small cut on his cheek.

"Okay, shit. Renjun's gonna kill us," Jeno commented, picking Mark up again, with the assistance of Donghyuck this time, and the two made their way into the building in front of them. It wasn't small but it wasn't large either — only a couple of floors. Jeno stumbled in with Mark, who now had a bleeding cheek and Renjun's eyes widened at the sight. Jeno and Donghyuck closed their own eyes, embracing themselves for the attack they were now going to face.

"Oh you idiots-"