"The Rag-Tag group, Blue, Red, Gray, and Green." Blue spoke aloud, following it with a chuckle.
Green smiled brightly and exclaimed "That's us right guys? Forever."
Red murmured with good reason, "I don't know about forever. It'd be nice to be adopted and leave this gated playground."
All of the boys were thinking about it, the outside world, the world with new technology and information just up for grabs.
"They say anyone can make it outside.." Gray pondered;
His voice trailed off before the previously silent Blue speaks up "Guys, we have to stop worrying about making it there, and trust that we will. Let's enjoy the time we have together, no matter how short it may be." A big smile on his face as he sits up and looks over his friends, all three of them looking back at him with both confusion and interest.
A sudden alarm rings across the playground, then a loudspeaker cuts in-- A stern woman's voice booming across the facility-- "All children, please report to the examination hall in an orderly fashion for your weekly physical."
Blue stands up and bends his back backwards "Well, guess it's Training time."
Green looks surprised "What? Today's training day? I forgot! Come on!"
Red slowly stands and stretches as well, a yawn coming from Gray beside him as he gets up and runs a hand along his long sleeve. "Well, I hope it's not extended like some of these days have been.. I don't like testing limits." Gray mutters begrudgingly.
Green chimes in as he stands with the group, resting his hands on his hips as he glances back towards Gray, shooting him a cheeky grin "Oh cheer up Gray, at least you can let off some stress."
Gray delivered a scolding glare in return while Red chuckles lightly to himself on the side. Blue decided to lead the group, shrugging his shoulders as they proceed to walk off of the playgrounds and into the Foster Home's Examination Building. The group of four followed the crowd of other kids, both their age and older, funneling into the large research facility built underneath the Foster Home's main building. Upon entering the Examination Building the boy's were lined into single file lines before a designated check-up station manned by a medical professional who'd then give them a full routine check-up and send them onto the next step of the process, which today was--
"Training, that is what you are all here for." The instructor spoke boldly with a cutlass in his hand, waving it over the crowd of children.
Some children gasping in either fear or awe as the instructor continued his explanation while pacing.
"By Training i mean to speak of your innate special ability. Your power or ability that is unique to you and only you." He paused and cleared his throat before facing the children once again.
"Some of you here may be even more confused, saying 'I don't have powers, why am i here with them?' Well let me answer that. I did say Your ability, something only You can do." He withdrew his cutlass as if to ease the fear within powerless children as he kneeled off of his stand.
"You non-mutant children are just as special as the mutant ones. You all are intelligent, strong, and resourceful! You'll either make fine soldiers, or doctors. You may even grow to work here in the Foster Homes and be accepted into our system." He smiles tenderly before standing again.
"Now," guards entered the room as he spoke, "Sort them. The non-mutant's go with the guards. Mutants. Stay where you are." The guards rush to the confused children, while other kids obey immediately and leave through the doors with the guards.
One mutant child tries to blend with the crowd of non mutant children leaving through the doors but a buzzer sounds loudly and a guard knocks the child unconscious with the butt of his rifle.
"Do as you are told!" The guard demanded as he monitored the swarm of children leaving through the door. Some of the unconscious kid's friends pulled him to the side and care for the bruise on his forehead.