The group of Lessers soundlessly followed the truck that gracefully drove along the outskirts, not minding that it was faster than their feet could carry them. Even as it glided further away, they didn’t worry about not seeing what was about to take place. There were so many of them, every second at least ten eyes were captivated by what slept inside.
Then the truck came to a stop in front of the Complex, and a man came out holding a gray bundle that had pink lace wrapped snug around it- the symbol for a girl. The baby in his arms gave out giggle as she looked up at him. A door near to the man and baby opened with ease, revealing her new parents that came out to meet the man on the steps.
The girl was handed over to the woman, who had silent tears swarming in her loving eyes and she gazed down at her daughter with hope that she would raise her to be a loyal follower to their leader and a caring girl. The Lessers watched from afar, but they were unable to see what the baby looked like or even whom she was given to.
The nights sky darkened, the sunless sky seemed to chuckle down at them as they strained their eyes, but they began to lose sight of which tenement was even hers. There was no moon that night to guide their eyes, nor were the electric lights on their side.
That night, they lost who she was.
But that did not stop them from being overjoyed. That young girl was their present and their future. Someday, she was going to free all the Lessers that had be wronged out from the life that they had been forced into so many generations ago.
All because she was the girl with the Gene.
It would only take sixteen years for her to have enough, for the truths that had been hidden for far too long to catch up with her. She would seek them out, and when they realized who she was, they would work together and achieve what should have been done so many years ago.
She, the girl forged from a mistake, would fight with them until they won.
The man slammed the truck door behind him, and the Lessers-- the Refusions-- cheered in a muted celebration as they watched it finish smoothly. The High Official never realized what he held in his arms, what the baby held in her veins.
They won the first round. The High Official had looked into the baby’s innocent blue eyes, and never saw what laid deep down under.
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