That night, while I was on kidnap watch, Gray walked into my dreams. He gave me comfort and made me calm. I felt safe with him, but when I awoke, he wasn't there.

I felt worried as I got up and ready for the rest of the day.

There weren't any guards outside my door, which made me worry more. I took a shower and put on some black leggings and an oversized grey hoodie. Then I made my way to Grays office.

It was empty. It looked like it was raided and I didn't know where Gray was.

I am filled with rage, and I storm out of the office and down the hall. I don't know when I got to the door or felt the gun aimed at my back, but I know I am in a situation where I can quickly get out.

I turn around slowly, with my hands up. I turn and face my threat. She was the same woman that I stole the four-wheeler. I bring my hands in front of me. I feel the power rush through my veins as I focus it on the woman. I pushed her back and threw the gun on the other side of the room.

I ran outside, and I was surrounded by the dust storm. I spread my arms out and stop the storm. I stopped the storm, freezing the motion of the swirling dirt tornadoes.

I see black suits and shocked looks. I see Gray. I rush towards him just as a person in a black suit pulls the trigger of a gun.

They shot Gray. They shot the love of my life, and I scream. I scream and Cry and lash surges of energy in random directions.

People are trying to calm me down, trying to grab me and stop me. I sling them away from me.

I walk to Grays limp body, slinging the people who try to stop me away.

I kneel beside him and grab his face between my hands. I bring my forehead down to his and cry. I beg for his life back, but I know it is useless. I tried this with my brother when I killed him. You can't bring the dead back. The dead stays dead.

I put my hand over his wound and focus my energy towards it. I may bring destruction and devastation, but I hope for healing. I keep telling myself that it is over. You can't heal something dead, but I kept trying.

I kept holding him like that for hours it seemed until I finally gave up. I looked around at all the people aiming guns at me, planning my escape.

I can't explain what happened. I can't tell them that it wasn't Gray, it was his dad.

I stand up and say as loudly as I can with the state I am in, "You killed the wrong person. It was his dad that was doing the wrong things. Instead, you killed the one trying to correct his father's mistakes."

I smile and use my abilities to force their guns down. "You can't threaten me with death. I don't die." I said with a small laugh. I think I have finally gone insane. I begin to laugh hysterically.

I smile and laugh and cry, and my emotional response causes surges of power to go in random directions.

I turn towards Gray and crawl towards him and lay by his side, crying. I don't know what happened next, but it shocked even me.

Gray moved out from under me, and I scurried away in shock. I start trying to find my words, but I can't. My lover is alive, and I couldn't believe it.

Gray looks around like he didn't understand what was going on.

He looked at me in the state I was in. He tilted his head, in a motion that asked, 'What happened and what is happening?'

He closed his eyes, and I felt a presence in my mind. He had used his powers to get in my mind so that he wouldn't have to use his words.

I nodded and gave him a recap of what happened, trying to block about the part where I lost my mind.

He opened his eyes and looked around us. They dropped their weapons and started to leave, but then I saw a young child.

She was about 12 years old and looked like she hadn't slept in days. I then realized these people were like Gray and me. They had powers.

I started yelling for them to stop, but Gray held me back. He had his hand over my mouth. I struggled against him, but it was to no avail.

I couldn't get him to let go unless I used my powers, and I didn't want to hurt him. I stopped struggling.

I turn to face him, and I grab him by his shoulders. I look him in the eyes and say, "There were children, and you just let them go. That little girl hasn't slept in days."

I hoped I looked fierce enough to change his mind, but he just looked at me with an amused smile. He looked like he could laugh. I scowled, which he returned with a smirk.

"That little girl raised me from the dead," He said, "That is why she looked so tired."

I was shocked, and Gray laughed at my reaction. Apparently, my facial expressions are comical.

I sigh and walk in the direction that the Rebels went. Gray chases after me and grabs my hand. "Where are you going?" He frantically searches my face for an explanation-an answer, a reason.

I respond by taking my hand back and resuming the dust storm.