Me V.S. the FAYZ

Caine is out to kill me now. Over at Coates, Caine and Drake took all the freaks (that's what they're calling the kids who have powers) that were against what they were doing and gathered them up together. Computer Jack noticed that all powers work through the hands, and he told Caine and Drake this. Now this is what I call absolutely sick. They took all of the freaks and plastered their hands with cement. As in they had chunks of cement instead of hands. They were way too heavy to lift up, so they were forced to drag them around and eat with their face like dogs. In facts, they were treated worse than dogs-they couldn't use the bathroom normally; they had to "go" in their clothes. Caine established a loyal worker to feed the freaks, but eventually the feeder got selfish as the food got more scarce and he ended up not feeding them at all.

Caine captured my group and me and plastered us. Within a few minutes, I could feel the effects of the concrete blocks. I don't want to imagine what it would feel like for weeks. Thankfully, Little Pete saved us with his impossible power. He is way more powerful than me. He's also way more powerful than Caine. That's saying something. If Caine were ever to find out about him, he'd kill him for sure. Since Little Pete's autistic, everyone tends to overlook him as a threat. Anyway, Little Pete got us out of the blocks and we were able to save all the freaks. You should have seen their hands. Actually, no, you shouldn't have. They were disgusting. Their skin on their hands was falling of because of the constant friction. They were gray and peeling. It was all I could do not to puke. Luckily, we have Lana, the Healer. It took her a long time, but eventually she got everyone fixed up quite nicely.

I've never been more furious in my life at one person. I know that this is going to come out to a fight; we've both sworn each other's death. But before we can kill each other, we might poof. So far whenever someone in the FAYZ turns 15 at that exact second they just poof. No one knows how to beat it. I might vanish into the outside world, I might die, or worse.

(Pgs. 400-500. Took place in Perdido Beach)

Gone