❝ᴍᴀʀᴋ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
ғᴇᴇʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ?❞

Five year old Mark was running on a hill, his cheeks raised as high as they could, blinding his eyes, which were squinting, and he threw his hands up in the air. The wind blew through his clothes, making them expand and he looked like a balloon. A small rock was on the ground, one that Mark couldn't see, and he ran straight towards it. The rock poked through Mark's shoe and he tripped forwards, crying out in pain. He rolled down the hill, as the dirt from the ground rubbed against his once white shirt.

He finally reached the bottom, when a hand touched his head and brought his face into a chest. Mark sobbed loudly as he clung onto the shirt of his older brother, Taeyong. The two stayed in their place, as Mark continued to cry. His knees were bleeding and the smile on his face was long gone. Taeyong pat his head and rubbed his back, whispering to him that he was now okay.

"Be careful next time." Taeyong said, pulling away from the hug and wiping away the tears on Mark's cheeks. Although their age difference wasn't that big, Taeyong always treated Mark like a baby, even when he turned ten. It was Mark's tenth birthday when their parents told them to stop playing outside and come indoors, since it was raining outside. Mark remembers how he huffed and kept whining about how he really wanted it to snow and not rain. He also remembers the way their neighbour's child, the one who for some weird reason hated their family, stuck out his tongue and called Mark names.

It was still raining outside, and suddenly, at the start of August, a snow flake fell from the sky. Everyone watched as more snow piled up and slowly it was building up. Mark shrieked out of happiness and ran out, tapping Taeyong's arm and yelling out cries of happiness. Taeyong smiled at his younger brother, and leaned on the back garden door. But his happiness didn't last long. The same neighbor poked his head over the fence and started saying things to Mark. He joked around about how Mark wasn't like the rest of them, and that he was stupid. Taeyong frowned as he watched his younger brother cower away from the fence and try to hide his tears, so that he wouldn't get teased for it.

The wind fastened and the snow got heavy. The neighbours kid didn't stop insulting Mark, and Taeyong couldn't do anything, since he knew that if he told the kid off, his parents would make their lives a hell. Mark sniffled and pat his snowman, smiling sadly at it as he tried to ignore the kid. Just then, a loud noise was heard, and a bright flash occured. Taeyong shut his eyes close, bringing his arms to his face and protecting himself. The sound made their parents all rush to the garden to see what had happened.

Mark lay on the floor, hair standing up and his eyes half open. Taeyong ran to Mark, tears already falling. The snow changed to rain and everything melted. Their parents picked their son up and rushed to the hospital. It was amazing that Mark managed to survive a strike from lightning. He had a mark on his leg, where it hit him but other than that, everything else in his body was alright. His parents still cried that day. Since Taeyong disappeared.

Mark woke up to some hushed voices talking. He cracked open one eye and waited a few seconds for it to adjust to the bright light. He looked around and saw familiar faces. He knew them all from school, but never spoke to any of them, except Donghyuck, which was a while ago. Mark scanned the room, checking to see where he was, and realised that it was a hospital like room. There was a window in the room, where rain could be seen, slowly increasing second by second, and hitting the glass strongly. There was a glass cupboard which had medicines in it and a few trays of medical equipment. Mark started to panic when he saw that, and his eyes darted to his own hands, which were safely placed on his stomach. His rapid movement caused the others to notice him, and they immediately got quiet, watching as Mark pat himself and check for any injuries. The only thing he felt was a cut on his cheek.

"Hey Mark." Donghyuck said, taking the seat next to him and sitting down. The others followed, dropping on the floor or the sofa nearby, "We need to tell you something important." As Donghyuck said that, Renjun pat his hand, which was on top of Mark's arm, and then told the others in the room to quiet down. Mark nodded and then gestured for him to continue, eager to find out why he was there and what had happened at school.

"So about a hundred and something years ago." Donghyuck started, glaring at Renjun who corrected him, by saying, "a hundred and forty years to be exact." Donghyuck then continued, "A meteor crashed into the town of Kitzune. The village was completely demolished and only a group of people survived." The sad expression on Donghyuck's face was mirrored around the room, and Mark didn't realise that he looked the same. "But when these people started fixing the area, cleaning it and all, they discovered some sort of mutation that occured in all the survivors."

Donghyuck paused when he saw Mark tilt his head in confusion. It wasn't a fun story to tell, not from a mile, but Renjun always made Donghyuck narrate it, since he couldn't bring it in himself to do it. Mark blinked a few times, in attempt to tell Donghyuck to continue.

"They then approached the doctors in the nearby city." Donghyuck said. "The doctors were surprised and told them that they were going to contact some higher ups. No one said anything about this for a good month, and then the village was raided. People were shot left and right, and many were kidnapped."

Mark's mouth parted slightly and he gasped inaudibly. He had no idea who they were, but still felt bad for them. He also had no idea why they were being killed, but still felt bad.

"Turns out the people who attacked them." Donghyuck paused, taking a deep breath and then continuing. "Were scientists who got informed by the doctors that the villagers had developed strange powers. Most of the villagers got taken to a lab and experimented on, whereas the others escaped and hid their mutations form people, so that no one would harm them or their children."

"I understand but, why are you telling me this?" Mark asked. He didn't want to seem rude, trying to end the story quick or anything, but he didn't know why they were telling him this. His top priority at that moment was figuring out why the rain was so bad, and how a hole formed directly above him when he yelled at it.

"Because Mark." Jaemin interfered, annoyed at the fact that he still hadn't gotten the hint. "Those villagers were our ancestors."

"What?" Mark laughed, brushing a hand through his hair and sighing. "What are you talking about? How would you know who my ancestors are? And what do you mean by our?"

"Okay, let me finish." Donghyuck said, putting a hand towards Jaemin, and Jeno who was going to speak next, and then turned to Mark. "Those villagers lived on with no problem but then their most recent generation, before ours, was found by the scientists. They were all murdered, but their children were safely delivered to an orphanage that wasn't far away. Those orphans had no idea of what their pasts were, and the fact that they now had powers."

When the small town, where the people with powers lived, got attacked by police forces, they ran around, trying to distract the others. In that time of confusion, one of the town residents pulled out a van and hurried the children into it. There were some who were 10 whereas some were newborns. The van drove out of the town and left the parents there. They got taken to the labs and checked to see if they had any powers.

"Are you one of the orphans?" Mark questioned, seeing how Donghyuck's eyes softened when he spoke about them. Donghyuck nodded and then Mark spoke again, "They how do you know about your past? And wait...does that mean you have powers?"

"I know about my past because I found someone who had escaped the labs." Donghyuck replied, sitting up in his chair and clearing his throat. "And yes, everyone in this room right now, has powers."

"Except me." Mark said quickly, pointing at himself and then frowning when he saw Jaemin face palm and Jeno pat his back to console him. Mark could understand about the fact that he was adopted, since he clearly remembers the day he accidentally found the papers in his dad's cupboard, when he was searching for sweets. But having powers was a stretch. "Okay listen, I may have been adopted but that doesn't mean I have powers like you guys. And where's your proof that I even have any?"

"Mark." Donghyuck called out to him, getting his attention. He stared at Mark with a blank expression, and then asked. "What do you feel right now?"

"Feel...?" Mark shook his head at the question, squinting his eyes before answering. "I don't know, I feel alright? Like pretty good maybe?"

"Then look at the window." Donghyuck said, turning his head to look at the sole window on the right side of the room. Mark followed his gaze and tilted his head in confusion, trying to understand what Donghyuck was implying. "It stopped raining."