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(3 rules: The core "story" part of your post must be exactly 100 words. No more, no less. If you're in the middle of a sentence, you have to stop cold dead right there and the next person has to pick up in the middle of said sentence (though it is perfectly acceptable to ask questions, give minor criticism etc. in parenthesis either before or after the core story part of your post). You cannot double post, you must wait for at least one person to reply before you can write 100 more words. Finally, the story must end at some point, so we can start in a new world with a new story. We don't want to get the story all confusing and too-long and weird and tangential at some point.)

Freedom.

Freedom was all that he had thought of in the 18 years she was imprisoned in this labyrinthine complex. 

Sheera had lived in this prison all her life. She had never seen light that was not artificial. 

And she wanted to escape. To break free of her shackles with her fellow prisoners.

What was her crime? It was being born.

Well, being born with the potential for psychic abilities. That was what her jailors feared. At first, they hoped to indoctrinate her. But that hadn't worked, so now she was kept unable to use her powers. 

Only the powerful...

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were allowed to have any sense of freedom in this world Sheera only heard occasional whispers of.  Even they were left under the ever-watching eye of her captors who denied her to ever see the light of day.  For psychic users such as Sheera there were only two ways that she could live in captivity and neither sounded like a choice.  At least she once believed.

A blaze of fire rocked the right side of her cell but could not break away the binding holding her back.  A cloud of smoke emitted before a figure dressed in bulletproof armor ran...

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...past the opening that allowed the jailors to give her food and water. 

"He's so powerful!" the guard yelled, shooting bullets at the mysterious invader. A sizzling noise rang out.

"Is he... melting the bullets in midair?" another guard shouted in amazement.

"He's on the level of a... at least a Third! Maybe even a Second!"

"THEN LET GREYMARE KNOW SO HE CAN HELP US!"

The door began to sizzle and glow with heat. And then, it fell inward off its hinges. Standing there was a young-looking man with glasses and white hair.

"Wakey wakey. Time for a freedom breakfast."

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  • 2 weeks later...

Raising a finger, the young man caused Sheera fell to the ground as her shackles released her from her hold.  She lifted her head up before she had a chance to see her savior keeping his hands raised to confirm an earlier observation.  The two guards within the cell fired on him but their bullets melted before making contact.

One of the guards ran past him while the other shouted, "Get back here!"

The escaping guard shouted, "Situation critical!  We can't contain them!"

A man passed him stating, "That is why I'm here."  He raised a fist calling out, "Rainer!...

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