    Three kids, twin brothers (Kevin and Tobias) and their
    younger sister (Ronnie), have been separated all of their
    lives. They see each other once in a while as approved by
    the state but they are constantly moved around from foster
    home to foster home. Each of them has abilities unlike that
    of any other human being...mainly because neither of them
    is human. Kevin, the eldest of the three is a bedwetter and
    is being shunted from home to home, and treated horribly by
    one family causing him to act out violently. Tobias has no
    control of his sphincter muscles so he must wear diapers to
    prevent messing his clothes. In the midst of it all, the
    three children must escape the government who wishes to use
    them for the purpose of producing a perfect soldier. Will
    they be captured by the government and exploited? Or will
    the power of the three combined with Project Darwin send a
    clear message that four is more powerful than one?

    ncrawford82@hotmail.com

    Telekinetic

    By Nathanielle Sean Crawford

    Part 1: Take these Broken Wings

    	It happened again. Only this time the childcare center
    did something about it. Kevin wasn't a violent child by
    definition, but when he was hurt or needed to defend
    himself it was a painful time for the attacker. With a
    bruise on his face and a new scar on his right arm the
    state defender had more than enough evidence to put this
    foster family into jail for fifty years. This last family
    did more than hurt him physically; they tried to break his
    will, too. For wetting the bed, he was force to wear
    nothing but diapers all day and stand in the middle of the
    living room for people to stare and ridicule him. Candice,
    his foster mother forced him to drink liquid laxatives,
    causing him to mess them as well as wet them. Before he
    went to bed, she called the other children into the room to
    watch as she changed him. If he talked back to her at any
    time during the day, she and her husband Gregory would take
    turns hitting or spanking him until he screamed or fainted.
    The thing that angered them off the most was the fact that
    Kevin never did cry. His bruises and cuts didn't last long
    either because of his natural healing ability. His blood
    wasn't red like everyone else's and they hated that he was
    different from them, so to make sure he knew his place,
    they abused him to the fullest extent possible. He endured
    it for as long as possible, and when he could no longer
    handle the pain, he struck out. Like a champion wrestler,
    Kevin caught Greg's fist and pushed it back so hard that
    his shoulder dislocated. With another punch to the stomach
    and nose, it was now Greg who was humbled in front of the
    children. Candice grabbed him by the hair and pulled it so
    hard he fell on his bare back. It was one of her stupider
    mistakes as he induced a massive migraine with his
    telekinetic ability. The police were called to find out
    what the noise was and they took Kevin away from the house,
    along with the other foster children. He was acquitted of
    charges against him and Candice and Greg were stripped of
    their foster parenting licensees and taken to prison for
    repeated acts of child abuse.
    	Outside the courtroom Jerry Fenway, the defender
    appointed to speak Kevin's case, spoke to him in a
    leisurely tone. "You know, on any other occasion, I would
    have said what you did was impossible." He led Kevin to his
    car outside the building. "A twelve year-old boy completely
    injuring Gregory Townsen, a body builder and a construction
    worker. I wish I had your stamina." Kevin didn't say
    anything in response. Silence was his only friend right
    now, because this time it came very close to getting out.
    If anyone knew about what he and his siblings could do then
    the government would be on his ass as quickly as a lioness
    to a gazelle.
    	"Let's get a burger, you must be hungry," Jerry
    suggested throwing his briefcase in the back seat of his
    mercury and opening the passenger door. Kevin seated
    himself in and buckled the seat belt but remained quiet.
    His modesty and his dignity were ready to jump out on to
    the leather interior along with his stomach. He wasn't
    interested in eating at the moment. Jerry pulled the car
    out of the parking lot and drove on to the busy street.
    Something was on the boy's mind but he couldn't figure out
    what. He kept talking and tried to bring Kevin out of his
    rut.
    	"I spoke with the doctor before the hearing. He says
    your own injuries are healing as quickly as usual, and that
    the laxatives, surprisingly did no damage to your system.
    He thinks that if he can find out what it was in the
    laxatives that made it through your body with out giving
    you a seizure than maybe he can make other medicines that
    won't kill you."
    	Kevin just leaned against the car door with his arms
    wrapped around him. His eyes stared off into space trying
    to find something to look at, but they found nothing but a
    hateful and dreary existence. Jerry was worried that this
    whole ordeal might have caused Kevin more psychological
    trauma then he originally assessed. Kevin was usually such
    a strong boy, and now after all this time, maybe he
    collapsed.
    	"We'll take care of you kid." He said finally. It was
    quiet the whole drive after that.
    	At a secret government lab in Washington, General
    Headly entered his security code and placed his hand on the
    handprint identification console. After being cleared, the
    solid metal doors slid open allowing him into the
    laboratory. Locked in a room being monitored by cameras was
    a small eight-year old boy. The boy was dressed in a bright
    white shirt and a disposable diaper. The boy was called
    Project Darwin, and he passed his time by making small toys
    float in the air. Technicians observed the various
    computers taking up space all over the lab while biologists
    conducted experiments. Doctor Felix Morgan sat at the
    console observing Project Darwin. "Report." Headly ordered
    standing in front of one of the monitors into Project
    Darwin's room.
    	"We have been gathering massive brainwave data from
    his unique brain structure," Morgan looked up from the
    console. "As far as we can tell, this child is the most
    powerful being on Earth. His DNA matches that of human DNA
    and yet there are certain genes in the sequence that are
    virtually non-existent inside our own structure."
    	"So what are you telling me, doctor?" Headly watched
    as the boy dropped the toys and stood up in response to the
    nurse's call.
    	"Is he human, or is he alien?"
    	"The DNA is of an extra-terrestrial origin, General."
    	"Why is he wearing a diaper? I doubt a species with
    such advanced mental capacity would lack the ability to
    potty train."
    	"We made a decision to delay his toilet training so we
    could focus on his mental development," Doctor Morgan
    explained. "He can walk and manipulate objects, but he has
    no bladder or bowel control."
    	"And in the meantime your costing the US government
    one thousand dollars a year on his expenses," Headly
    replied in half-disgust. "Can he be trained as a soldier?"
    	"I don't see why not," Morgan answered, looking back
    at the telekinetic readings. "But if I may make a proposal,
    there is a much better use for such a specimen."
    	Headly looked down at the doctor who was now opening a
    program called DNA compatibility. "Which is." He prodded.
    	"His genetic coding is similar enough to ours to try
    and graft it to the human structure," Morgan explained. The
    program showed a new genetic sequence being added to the
    regular human genome, and forming a completely new one.
    	"With time, we will be able to extract his DNA and
    create our own breed of soldier." The general considered
    the doctor's words carefully. Such a project would be in
    violation of certain human rights and could not be kept
    quiet for long, and the sustaining of such a project would
    cost more money than could be kept quiet. Still, with the
    possibility of a third world war breaking out, having a
    soldier that could destroy an airplane with all but a
    simple thought was a compensation for all of that.
    	"Proceed," Headly answered finally. And he left the
    room.

    Part 2: Purple Blood is thicker than Red Blood

    	Kevin was taken to a group home until he could be
    placed with another foster family. He was speaking again,
    but everything he said came out in an emotionless
    mechanical voice. The psychologist couldn't get through to
    him because he didn't want to speak. In hopes that it would
    get him to open up, Shane, the group home counselor,
    arranged for his twin brother Tobias, and his sister
    Ronnie. It seemed to work. Kevin was back to himself as he
    awaited their arrival.
    	"Cyan offered to take you guys out for ice cream,"
    Shane explained as Kevin sat on the front porch dressed in
    a black and blue sweatshirt. "That way you three can spend
    some time away from the home and get to know each other."
    	"Thank you," Kevin said smiling. "This was very kind
    of you. I haven't seen Ronnie and Tobias since we left Los
    Angeles and were separated."
    	Shane returned the smile and ran his fingers through
    Kevin's short blond hair. "Don't worry about it. We want to
    make you as comfortable as possible, and you deserve the
    right to see your brother and sister one in a while. I
    wouldn't mind meeting them myself."
    	A mini van pulled up to the curb and the door slid
    open. Two children jumped out. The boy was no doubt Kevin's
    twin, he had the same blond hair and facial complexion.
    Both he and the girl had light hints of yellow in their
    skin, but it was so small you had to be looking for it to
    notice it. The girl had long black hair which and bright
    red eyes. Uniquely colored eyes must have been a trait in
    the family, Shane figured. He wondered if Tobias and Ronnie
    also had Kevin's fatal resistance to certain medicine.
    Kevin jumped off the porch and the three caught themselves
    in a group hug. Cyan, the driver, stood just outside the
    passenger door smiling at the site. She had never seen
    siblings love one another this much, even if they had been
    separated for a long time. In the van the three talked up a
    storm, each one sharing stories of his or her life and
    adventures in foster care. Cyan listened intently as she
    drove to the Dairy Queen. They were articulate and well
    spoken, and not one of them stuttered.
    	"When I head about what they did to you I was ready to
    go on a killing spree," Ronnie told Kevin truthfully. "I
    can't believe what some people get away with." Kevin winced
    in pain from the memories. He was sitting next to Tobias in
    the first back seat if the van and Ronnie was sitting right
    behind them.
    	"Don't worry," Tobias put a hand on his brother's
    shoulder. "We've all been through it. In my last home I got
    tired of speaking to people, so when I stopped talking they
    thought I was sick or something.
    	"They forgot that my blood is unstable to medicine and
    they forced me to take these pills. I ended up in a seizure
    and then in a coma. They had to pump my stomach for four
    hours straight before I could come out of it."
    	"Did you remind them that you were allergic?" Cyan
    asked shocked at what she just heard.
    	"Yes, but they wouldn't listen. I was taken from that
    home because they ignored my doctor's medical advice and
    the psychiatrist who prescribed the medicine was sued for
    mal-practice."
    	"So Tobias," she decided to change the subject so as
    not to kill the mood. "You're Kevin's twin, so you're
    twelve, How old are you Ronnie?"
    	"I'm eleven." She answered politely. "You can call me
    Ron."
    	"That's a good thing," Kevin joked. "If Ronnie lets
    you call her by any name other than Ronnie it means she
    likes you."
    	"Brat." Ronnie playfully punched him on the shoulder.
    	"You sound almost fifty, all of you." Cyan commented
    turning into the Dairy Queen parking lot. "I've never heard
    siblings your age getting along so well."
    	"I guess it's a force of circumstance," Kevin remarked
    as they piled out of the van. "We get to see each other
    like this once every year, and having no parents it makes
    us feel closer to one another."
    	"Kind of like we have to take care of one another,"
    Tobias backed him up. After they chose their ice cream
    flavor the foursome sat at a bench and continued the
    conversation.
    	"So you don't have any parents?"
    	"No," Kevin answered, licking his strawberry sherbet.
    "Our biological parents are dead."
    	"Well," Ronnie hesitated and looked from Kevin and
    Tobias. The three looked at each other for a long time
    before speaking.
    	"You see, we aren't exactly." Tobias hesitated trying
    to find the right words. "We don't know.It's a little
    difficult too.Oh Kevin, you do it. You're better at this
    than I am."
    	"We aren't human," Kevin blurted on cue.
    	"Aren't human?" Cyan asked, completely fixed now.
    	"You mean because of the blood?"
    	"Well, that's the general consensus," Tobias was able
    to find the words now as he casually ate his hot fudge
    sundae. He wasn't worried because they decided that she was
    safe to tell.
    	"There's more to it though. Watch." Tobias focused on
    the spoon in his sundae with barely a glance and lifted it
    into the air with out even touching it. He picked up a
    small amount of ice cream and put the spoon in his mouth
    slowly savoring the sweet milky flavor. All the while Cyan
    was watching with wide-eyed amazement.
    	"That's amazing," she said once she could speak again.
    She had to fight to stay planted in her seat, but despite
    instinct, she wasn't afraid of these children and their
    abilities.
    	"Is that the only thing you can do?"
    	"We have minor telepathic abilities," Kevin explained.
    "We can converse over short distances without ever
    speaking, and we can read the memories and immediate
    thoughts of others."
    	"We would never do that without a reason," Ronnie
    assured her. "I myself have strong empathic capabilities,
    which I'm careful not to let interfere with judgement."
    	"What can you do with empathic capabilities?" Cyan
    asked curiously.
    	"I can feel people's emotions. I can even induce
    certain emotions like fear and anxiety."
    	"Where did you all come from?" Tobias was about to
    answer but then he got a strange sensation. When it passed,
    he asked to use the bathroom. He wanted Kevin to come with
    him, under the pretext that he didn't want to get lost.
    	Kevin went into the single bathroom with Tobias.
    Normally he would have felt weird about being in a bathroom
    with another person, but he knew that his brother had a
    reason and after having zero privacy in numerous situations
    it wasn't the worse thing to happen.
    	"I need to show you something," Tobias said, standing
    back a few feet he began to undo his buttons and zipper. "I
    didn't share this memory with you or Ronnie yet, but I have
    to at least show you." With that he pulled down his pants
    and revealed a green disposable diaper. It was totally
    discreet beneath his pants and underwear, but completely
    noticed when his pants were down. Tobias lost his smile as
    he waited for his brother's reaction.
    	"The seizure?" Kevin figured it out.
    	"The medicine did something to you didn't it?"
    	"It totally fucked up my muscles," he answered,
    pulling his pants up.
    	"I can feel the need to pee and poop, but I can't
    control it. If so much as an ounce forms in my bladder I'll
    be soaked. And when I need to poop, it all builds up and
    pushes its way out without me having any say in the matter.
    I need to wear diapers."
    	"You think I'm going to think differently of you,"
    Kevin sensed Tobias's emotions and immediately toned down
    the anger he felt against the people responsible for this.
    	"It's like you said Tobias, we've all been through it.
    You aren't one bit less my brother if you wear diapers or
    if you need a wheelchair. The same goes for Ronnie."
    	"Then you're okay with it?" Tobias asked.
    	"Of course. Do you need to change it now?"
    	"Well, I do. But I don't have any other diapers with
    me right now. They sent some with me for the trip but I
    asked Cyan to keep them in her place where we're staying."
    	"Is it just wet?"
    	"Yeah. I can hold out though. I pooped earlier so I
    shouldn't have to go for a while now."
    	After pulling his pants up Tobias and Kevin returned
    to the bench where Cyan and Ronnie were waiting.
    	"Everything come out okay?" Ronnie joked.
    	"I still want to know where you guys came from," Cyan
    prodded. Kevin and Tobias sat down and shrugged.
    	"We don't know," Ttey said in sync.
    	"They do that from time to time," Ronnie commented
    resting on her shoulder.
    	"The fact is, we were too young to remember much. We
    don't know where we come from, only that we were found
    playing together in a park at a late hour. I was about
    three then. A policeman discovered us and took us into
    custody. When they couldn't find our parents they decided
    to do a blood analysis. They found no one related to us,
    but they did find that our blood types were the only ones
    on record."
    	Since then we've been hopping from home to home with
    them trying to figure out what to do with us," Tobias
    picked up. "As far as we know, we were left here and we
    were given no memory as to where we came from, or even who
    our people are."
    	Cyan was satisfied with the answer. She took them to a
    lake up near the National Forest and then it was time to
    return home. When they got to the group home Kevin spoke to
    Cyan very quietly. "We have trusted you with our secret. We
    have never told anyone this before. You can never tell
    anyone about us." "You can trust me." Cyan promised them.

    Part 3: Project Darwin

    	Darwin was a sort of a private joke brought on by the
    xenobiologists and cold scientists. Nurse Reynolds was the
    only person in this whole building that cared for him. He
    was eight years old blond and had deep yellow skin that
    felt as smooth as aloe. He couldn't talk because when he
    was born the doctors engineered him so that his speech
    centers were turned off. The only way he could speak was
    through his mind, it was also the only way he could signal
    when he was hungry or needed a change. His diaper smelled
    and it made him uncomfortable, because he couldn't tell
    when he needed to go.
    	 he called when it his diaper was full.
    	"I'm coming," Reynolds called cheerfully from the
    kitchen. This entire room was Darwin's home. When he was
    here, he wore only a shirt and a diaper, outside the room
    he had to wear pants so he could do the tests that they
    wanted him to perform at times. The room was decorated with
    army posters and drawings of his dreams. There was a big
    screen TV and a Sega Dreamcast in front of the sofa and a
    bed with a Digimon sheets and blankets. Darwin was standing
    up when Reynolds came in with her supplies. She took him
    into the tiny bathroom off to the side of the kitchen and
    helped him up onto the table. In Reynold's opinion, the
    military was being downright selfish forcing an eight-year
    old boy to lose his ability to speak and his ability to be
    independent. If this job weren't paying for her own son's
    college tuition she would go to the press and send the word
    to every major newspaper in the country. She took Darwin's
    diaper off and lifted his knees with one hand. She cleaned
    the poop off his buttocks with a baby wipe and pulled the
    diaper out from underneath him.
    	"You certainly did a lot this time," she commented,
    emptying the diaper into the toilet and rolling it up to
    throw away.

    Darwin apologized frowning to show his sincerity. Reynolds
    smiled as she ran her hand over Darwin's smooth moist skin.
    It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She liked the
    feeling of it.
    	"You don't need to apologize, honey. You can't help
    this. I've changed people much older and bigger than you."
    	 Darwin asked lifting his
    butt up so Reynolds could slide another diaper under him.
    	"Of course I do," she answered, taping the diaper up
    and lifting him up to her for a hug. A lot of the day was
    spent hugging Darwin, soothing his tears and trying to give
    him something to hope for besides being an alien guinea
    pig. One of these days she would rescue him from all of
    this and take him into a loving home where he could learn
    to use the toilet, and maybe even speak.
    	"Let's get you some lunch and then we'll have a nice
    long bath." Reynolds helped him onto the floor and told him
    to wash his hands.
    	Doctor Morgan's research was in full sway. He had
    begun the research simulations for finding compatible blood
    types to fuse with the alien DNA. The computer used the
    gene sequencer to line up the numerous codes of DNA.
    Fortunate was the fact that Darwin's DNA matched the same
    double helix structure as a humans, and the search would
    only take a few minutes. Through a cup of coffee Morgan
    watched as Nurse Reynolds prepared lunch for Darwin. The
    cameras were located in several areas of the room and
    focused on key points, the playroom, the kitchen, and the
    bathroom. Due to certain privacy laws the camera could not
    focus on the toilet, but the bio-scanners could tell the
    doctor who was sitting on it. If for any reason Darwin was
    found sitting on it Reynolds would be in serious trouble.
    If he began focusing on controlling his bowels and urine
    then his mental energy would be concentrated on nerve
    reactions and not his telepathy. Morgan sipped his coffee
    and almost sprayed it on the computer when the screen
    started flashing. The DNA sample was flashing with the
    words `Match Found'. For years since Darwin's test tube
    birth the Pentagon computer had been programmed to alert
    the government upon the location of a DNA sample matching
    Darwin's. Morgan turned off the sequencer program and
    accessed the Pentagon information unit. He entered in his
    password and called up the messages for his lab. Fifty
    different hospital records showed up in an outline. Each
    record contained a familiar name, sex, and the name of
    legal guardians of those names. Morgan nearly pissed him
    self as he picked up the phone on the wall and dialed
    General Headly.
    	"Project Darwin's older siblings have been found," he
    said quickly. "They are in New York. I repeat, Project
    Darwin's siblings are in New York."
    	"I'm already sending agents to locate the children,"
    General Headly replied. "You aren't the only one who gets
    messages from the Pentagon. Make sure our Darwin doesn't
    find out."
    	"Yes, sir," Morgan hung up the phone and continued
    reading the information. Eleven.Thirteen, the most recent
    reports indicated that the children were almost
    adolescents. Remarkable healing capabilities, purple blood,
    unusually moist skin.all traits that Darwin possessed. To
    have all four of them would provide more DNA samples than
    the government would need, plus more research on older
    specimens of the species.

    Part 4: Cyan's Decision

    	Tobias and Ronnie said good-bye to Kevin as he was
    dropped off at the group home and were taken to Cyan's
    house where they were staying during their visit. Ronnie
    sat in the front seat chatting with Cyan and Tobias sat
    back and fell asleep. Cyan lived with her husband at the
    top of a rural hill in the Albany area. The house was
    surrounded by several acres of farmland and it over looked
    a beautiful view of the sunset.
    	"It's very kind of you to let us stay with you,"
    Tobias commented as he and Ronnie got out of the van. "And
    after what we just showed you I'm impressed that you're
    able to handle it so well."
    	"Don't even think about it," Cyan replied smiling.
    	"You guys have been awesome today. I don't want to see
    anything happen to the three of you, besides, I watch a lot
    of science fiction."
    	Ronnie and Tobias giggled at the small joke as they
    entered the house. They each had their own room, which gave
    them more privacy than they had in. Tobias just pooped in
    his diaper and now needed to change himself. He went into
    his room to get another diaper and then headed to the
    bathroom. He wasn't very good at changing himself because
    for the last five months since he had been wearing diapers
    he had someone else do it. One of the older kids at his
    group home in Grafton was really good at changing him, but
    Toby didn't like the way he kept making comments about his
    parts. Being twelve he was very modest, which was why he
    hated to ask for help now. He was afraid that he might make
    a mess on the nice bathroom floor, so he decided to swallow
    his pride and ask Cyan for help. He went downstairs where
    she was preparing dinner. Her husband Lucas was home from
    work and helping out. Tobias entered the kitchen nervously
    and asked Cyan if she could speak to her privately.
    	"I need help with my, um..." Tobias trailed off
    looking down briefly. Cyan realized what he was asking and
    put a hand on his shoulder to calm his adrenaline down.
    	"Would you rather have Luke help you?" she asked
    quietly. Ronnie was reading in the living room and she
    didn't want to embarrass him.
    	"He works with elderly at the home so he knows what
    he's doing."
    	"If he doesn't mind, but can you ask him for me
    please?"
    	"Sure." Cyan went back into the kitchen and asked Luke
    to help Tobias with his diaper. Lucas went up to the
    bathroom with Tobias.
    	"Let me just get some wipes," He said going into the
    cabinet below the sink.
    	"I'm sure that would feel more comfortable than toilet
    paper." Tobias took his shoes and socks off and then pulled
    his pants and underwear down. He wasn't as nervous around
    Luke so he didn't sweat quite as much.
    	"Why don't you lie down on the floor," Luke suggested.
    "That will make things easier."
    	"I know the drill," Tobias replied meekly as he
    carefully lay back so as not to make the poop squish around
    any more than necessary. "I'm still trying to learn how to
    change myself with out making such a mess, but the group
    home doesn't want to afford the time to teach me."
    	"It's definitely not easy. But you do get used to it."
    	Luke undid the tapes and pulled back the front of the
    diaper. He went to work wiping the poop from Tobias's
    bottom and cleaning around his crotch and penis.
    	"That wasn't so hard," Lucas commented as he took the
    new diaper and helped Tobias fasten it tightly. "I'll give
    you credit, most kids your age would complain about
    something like this. I guess you've had time."
    	"Complaining doesn't do very much good," Tobias
    replied getting up to wash his hands before putting his
    underwear and pants back on. "I know Ronnie finds it
    comforting, but I'd rather try to get through a problem
    without it."
    	"That makes sense." Luke opened the door and let them
    both out.
    	Dinner was cheddar Hamburger Helper and root beer.
    Small talk was made, and then Ronnie went upstairs to take
    a shower. Tobias helped to clear the dishes and was soon
    tired.
    	"Thank you again," he said yawning. "Dinner was
    delicious."
    	"Well, thank you, Tobias," Cyan replied. "You three
    have made this a very pleasant weekend."
    	Tobias smiled and then left them with a goodnight.
    	"He is such a sweet boy," She told Luke as they sat
    down to a cup of coffee.
    	"So are Kevin and Ronnie. It's wrong for them to be
    torn apart like this."
    	"They're three in a million that's for sure," Luke
    agreed. "Ronnie, she has eyes like daggers. If I get caught
    in a dark alley I want her to be nearby."
    	"Did you notice anything about Tobias when you were
    changing him?" Cyan asked curiously.
    	"As a matter of fact I did." Luke sipped his coffee.
    "Except for the usual hair on his head, he doesn't have a
    single strand of hair on his entire body. Some of the
    residents I work with would be lucky to have skin as moist
    as his, I'm betting it doesn't even wrinkle."
    	"They aren't human."
    	"Oh, I know that."
    	"What?" Cyan looked at Luke wide-eyed.
    	"How could you have known? I didn't even have a chance
    to tell you yet."
    	"Well it's not too hard to figure it out," Luke
    explained. "For one, the yellowish tones in their skin
    stands out in fluorescent lighting. Plus, Tobias and Ronnie
    both have distinct eye colors not normally found in humans.
    Ronnie's, for instance, are a bright red, whereas Tobias's
    are more aquamarine."
    	Cyan had to admit, she noticed these qualities as
    well, but she wouldn't have linked them to being alien.
    Many humans had strange bodies that defied conventional
    evolution.
    	"Their blood is purple," she added. "It went under a
    new classification. Type X."
    	"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Luke asked
    taking another sip of coffee.
    	"If what you're thinking is that these kids are going
    to have it tough growing up, then yes. Which is what I
    wanted to ask you."
    	Cyan listened upstairs as the shower went off and
    Ronnie left the bathroom.
    	"I think we should take them under our roof, all three
    of them. They could grow up together and they wouldn't have
    to be tortured by morons who don't know how to take care of
    them."
    	Luke listened quietly and nodded.
    	"We've always wanted children." He smiled taking his
    wife's hand. "I think this is a good start." "I'll call
    Shane tomorrow and make the arrangements."

    Captured

    	Kevin awakened in a startled sweat after his
    nightmare. As he woke up he also noticed he was peeing and
    he couldn't stop it. When he was sure he had stopped he got
    up from his bed. The plastic sheet crinkled and he thanked
    whatever powers existed that the home had decided he was
    behaved enough for his own room. That made it easier for
    him to remove the wet sheets and linen from his bed and
    carry them to the laundry room in the basement. After
    taking care of his wet bed linens and his clothes he
    changed and replaced the sheets. He was still sweating from
    the dream and he couldn't get it out of his mind. There
    were men and women in black suits, and they were all over
    the place. They were looking for them, and Kevin was
    helpless to do anything about it. He was too far away to
    call Tobias and Ronnie, and he couldn't prove to anyone
    else that these people were bad. He went back to the
    bathroom and splashed water onto his face. They were all
    over the place, he couldn't stop them, that's what the
    dream told him. He needed to be prepared. He needed to be
    ready to fight when the time came to rescue his only flesh
    and blood.
    	Tobias and Ronnie woke up with adrenaline in their
    blood as well as well. They each had dreams involving
    people being sent to capture them. These people were hidden
    from sight, they blended in with the background, but their
    thoughts were not easily clouded.  Ronnie
    told Tobias as he tried to fall back to sleep.   He
    searched the dream.
      they both finished.
    	Kevin ate breakfast mechanically this morning. The
    nightshift worker ate with the children and asked him how
    his day with his siblings went.
    	"Oh, it was excellent," he answered, although he
    didn't sound convincing.
    	"Did you have a bad night?" She asked.
    	"That's putting it on a low burner." Kevin sipped his
    tea. On most mornings it helped him relax, but when the
    enemy was anyone and anything he couldn't possibly relax.
    	"Bad dream, wet bed. It's the usual life."
    	"Do you think the dream is prophecy of some kind?"
    	"In all honesty, I severely hope not," he commented.
    "I should go there today and make sure they are okay."
    	"Oh I'm sure Cyan is taking care of them."
    	"It's not Cyan I'm worried about," Kevin looked
    straight at her, his purple eyes glowing bright as neon.
    	"Something is happening and I may not be able to stop
    it."
    	Darwin called out in his sleep. He wasn't doing it on
    purpose, but he knew the doctors would be monitoring his
    brainwaves.
    	"I must outwit them, but they have anticipated my
    possible moves," he thought in his sleep. Pee was filling
    up his diaper but he knew he couldn't do anything about it.
    Darwin searched through the one area the computers couldn't
    scan, his dreams. He sent out delta wave mental frequencies
    and searched for others, others with his DNA.
    	 It was all he
    could get out before Reynolds woke him up. She was checking
    his diaper with her finger. It was wet.
    	"Sounds like you were having a nightmare, kiddo," she
    said comfortingly as she helped him out of bed.
    	 He told her. There
    were tears in his eyes and they were glowing yellow.
    	"Oh dear, your eyes-" Reynolds knelt beside him and
    placed a hand on his forehead.
    	"There's no fever, what's wrong?"
    	 Darwin
    cried. Reynolds pulled his pajamas down to his ankles and
    took his diapers off where he stood. She didn't even have
    time to get him into the bathroom when two men in white
    coats busted in.
    	"We need to take him to the laboratory," One of them
    told Reynolds while the other one yanked him from the
    floor.
    	"Can it wait until I get a diaper on him?"
    	"We'll diaper him when we get there. Doctor Morgan
    wants to see why his mind wave readings are changing."
    	 Darwin roared in their minds as he sobbed. He
    reached out to Reynolds as they carried him away, and in
    his fear he began to pee on the man that was carrying him.
    	"I'll be with you again soon baby," Reynolds called
    holding back her tears. "Be a big boy."
    	Darwin cried the whole time and as he cried and peed
    he sent out his message.
    	Kevin met Tobias and Ronnie outside of the group home.
    Cyan and Lucas were taking them to the Great Escape that
    day. In a large place like that it would be easy to hide
    from the people who wished to capture them. The three
    children were growing more and more comfortable with these
    people every day. They shared their dreams mentally, and
    wondered whether it would be fair to tell Cyan what was
    happening. They parked at a gas station because Tobias
    needed a diaper change. He was very comfortable around
    Lucas, and Lucas clearly had no problem with changing him.
    Cyan had to use the bathroom allowing Ronnie and Kevin time
    to talk out loud about their dreams.
    	"Project Darwin," Kevin repeated after Ronnie
    finished. "I wonder if that's the reason why these people
    are after us."
    	"I don't know. But who ever it was, what ever it was,
    it was calling us." Ronnie repeated the message that was
    sent to her. Kevin tried to comprehend it. Even though it
    was clear what it meant, but it was harder to find out what
    it needed help from that would force it to reach out
    telepathically.
    	Two vans pulled up a quarter of a mile from the gas
    station. Six men wearing black suits stepped out and
    gathered in a circle. Over their heads they wore black
    masks to protect them from telepathy.
    	"When we capture them we'll need to put them to sleep
    until we get to the airport. Afterwards they won't know
    what happened to them."
    	They took out rifles armed with tranquilizer darts.
    	"Anyone near the aliens will need to be tranquilized
    too. If they attempt to interfere, Rodman is licensed to
    kill."
    	They broke up and headed for the gas station.
    	Lucas gently wiped around Tobias's testicles.
    	"You're really good at this," Toby said lying back on
    the pillow that Lucas brought with them. "Is it really hard
    to change grown-ups like this?"
    	"Sometimes," Lucas said beginning to clean the penis.
    "Some of the people I clean have Alzheimer's and don't like
    being changed, so they kick and flail. Often I'll need an
    aide to hold them down while I wipe them."
    	"What's Alzheimer's?"
    	"It's a disease that happens to old people sometimes.
    It makes them lose their memory."
    	"I hope I never get that," Tobias remarked as he
    lifted his butt up to get another diaper.
    	"Probably by the time you get to be my age they'll
    have a cure for it."
    	Luke taped the diaper up and let Tobias stand up to
    take care of his pants.
    	Cyan emerged from the bathroom and met Kevin and
    Ronnie who were still speaking softly. She didn't want to
    interrupt them, but she wondered if it was something that
    she should hear. She headed over to the van and became
    suspicious when she saw six men dressed in black suits and
    masks moving in their direction.
    	Rodman pulled out his silenced clip and led the group
    into the gas station. They were using the bio scanners
    programmed for the alien DNA. Where they were expecting to
    find at least two aliens out in the open and unprotected.
    Instead they found an empty parking lot with only a few
    station workers tending to their jobs.
    	Cyan parked the van just a few feet from the station.
    Kevin and Ronnie were lying on their backs underneath the
    seats.
    	"That was close," Cyan commented. She looked in the
    rearview mirror as the men searched the area and found
    nothing.
    	"I'll contact Tobias," Kevin whispered.
    	"Ronnie, try to keep the van hidden." Ronnie kept a
    mental shield up around the van while Kevin sent out his
    telepathic waves to Tobias.
    	 He called out.
    	Lucas washed his hands and was ready to leave when
    Tobias locked the door from where he stood.
    	"Lucas, wait," he warned in a robotic tone. Luke
    turned around and saw that Tobias's eyes were glowing.
    	"What's wrong?" he asked feeling a jolt of adrenaline.
    	"Outside," Tobias echoed the disembodied words of his
    brother. "Men in suits, with weapons, searching for us.
    They will try to capture us, they are afraid of what we can
    do."
    	Luke looked around for a way out but there was only a
    small window above the sink. They couldn't escape through
    that, and it didn't look like they could make a run for the
    van with out being caught either.
    	"They are taking position around the door of the
    bathroom," Tobias reported. "I can see them from Kevin's
    eyes. He is far from the gas station and looking at us
    now."
    	"Can he tell Cyan to drive up to the bathroom door?"
    	"I'll ask him."
    	"This is the FBI," A man's voice bellowed from
    outside.
    	"I am warning you, I have a license to kill, send the
    alien out and you will not be hurt."
    	"Ronnie is hiding the van with her abilities," Tobias
    relayed. "If Cyan moves she won't be able to hide it."
    	"I will give you to the count of ten," The man
    continued. Luke heard the cocking of a gun. He looked at
    Tobias nervously, at the moment he wished he had the luxury
    of a diaper so he wouldn't have to pee in his pants. Tobias
    relayed the warning to Kevin.
    	"We have no choice," Kevin told Ronnie.
    	"We need to fight them or they'll capture Tobias."
    	"But they'll take all three of you," Cyan protested.
    She was still behind the wheel of the van and fighting
    every urge to step on the gas pedal.
    	"But if we don't get out there by the time he gets
    down to ten than Lucas will die." Ronnie began to drift
    out.
    	"Ron," Kevin jumped over the seat as she fell onto his
    lap. "Are you okay?" Her nose began to bleed as she looked
    on in vague awareness.
    	"I have a headache," she moaned desperately falling to
    sleep.
    	"Kevin," Cyan cried urgently. "They see us."
    	Kevin looked out the windshield and saw two of the men
    turning and moving towards them. He jumped in the passenger
    seat besides Cyan and told her to drive to the door.
    	"I'll deal with them." Cyan was hesitant as the men
    had rifles in their hands. But then she saw Kevin's eyes
    begin to glow and knew that he was at work with whatever he
    planned. As she placed her foot on the petal the two guns
    flew from the men's hands and spun around in the air. The
    barrels were now pointing directly at them.
    	"Don't shoot them. They're using tranquilizers," Kevin
    assured her. "They don't want us dead, we'd be useless to
    them."
    	With that he pulled the triggers and fired the darts
    into the men's shoulders. The van zoomed past them and
    towards the gas station.
    	"Five.four.three." The man's counting was interrupted.
    	"Holy shit. Kevin is heading straight for us," Tobias
    told Luke.
    	"Stand off to the side, I can handle the guys
    outside." Lucas hugged the wall as Tobias turned both
    faucets of the sink on to full blast and then stood to the
    side. He focused on them with full concentration. As the
    water continued to pour out the pipes began to shake.
    Tobias's eyes began to glow the fullest purple they had
    ever been before.
    	 He warned the men outside.
    The faucet popped off of the sink and into the door where
    it lodged itself. Following it was an assault of hot water.
    Combined with his telekinesis Tobias broke down the door
    and sprayed the men with hot water. They screamed in agony
    and ran. Tobias stepped out of the doorway to make sure it
    was safe, when he saw no one there he signaled Lucas that
    it was okay. The van was a few feet away and Kevin could be
    seen opening the slide door with his mind. They were almost
    free until the man with the license to kill, sneaked up
    from behind and grabbed Tobias.
    	"NOOOO!" Kevin screamed as Cyan hit the breaks. She
    tried to keep him from jumping out incase the man decided
    to shoot her husband but he was unstoppable.
    	<"LET HIM GO!"> He roared in a mixture of telepathy
    and speech.
    	"I'm afraid I can't do that," the agent responded with
    his gun to Lucas's head. "I've been given orders to take
    you three without delay. And I wouldn't try your mind power
    on us, our masks protect us."
    	<"THEY CAN'T PROTECT YOU FROM TELEKINESIS!"> Kevin
    focused on one of the gas tanks. Only two of the other
    black suited men stood next to it. Kevin induced heat
    friction on the pipes and caused it to ignite. A mushroom
    cloud exploded around the gas station killing the two men.
    The FBI agent let down his guard for a moment allowing
    Lucas the chance to grab his gun. They began to struggle.
    Although the FBI agent had been trained in self-defense,
    Luke had been trained in restraining techniques, which gave
    him an ability to fight.
    	<"YOU EVER SEE THE MOVIE FIRE STARTER?"> Kevin taunted
    as he approached the struggling pair.
    	<"I DID"> Tobias was on the ground, limp and
    unconscious. A tranquilizer dart was buried in his arm. He
    would be asleep for a few hours. The van screeched to a
    halt in front of the station. Cyan was being careful not to
    drive into the flames. Lucas delivered a sharp punch to the
    agent's stomach and ran to the van. He stopped to try and
    get Tobias to his feet. Kevin bent over to help him but was
    missed by a centimeter when the agent tried to shoot him.
    In his shock he wet himself. As the puddle seeped through
    his pants and on to the ground Kevin's mental power
    dropped. He had held it up as long as possible. Lucas
    backed away from Tobias as the agent and one more man in
    black approached them with armed weapons.
    	"Give the aliens to me," The agent demanded of Luke.
    	"I'm not letting any of you touch these kids," Luke
    defied him with every ounce of strength in his body. The
    agent pulled the trigger. Kevin focused and stopped the
    bullet before it could reach its target. His brain began to
    ache. It was being pushed too hard, which was what happened
    to Ronnie in the first place. With out saying a word he
    yanked the gun from the agent's hand and turned it on him.
    The man in the black suit reacted quickly and pointed his
    tranquilizer at Tobias.
    	"Too much of this stuff and he'll die," the man warned
    Kevin.
    	"Let the man go."
    	"You won this round." The agent knew when his hand had
    been played. "We'll let you and the girl go, but we'll find
    you. Make no mistake about that." The man in black threw
    the rifle around his shoulder and bent over to pick up
    Tobias. Kevin and Lucas backed in to the van, closed the
    door and drove off.

    Decisions to Make

    	Night fell, and Kevin had awakened to a strange
    feeling. He was in the van, far away from anything normal,
    and the only thing he had covering his private area, was
    one of Tobias's disposable diapers.
    	"Oh no," He cried at the thought of Tobias. "I let him
    go."
    	"You had no choice," Lucas's comforting voice
    whispered. Kevin was in his arms, being held and caressed.
    Something he could not remember even since the days when he
    was a little child.
    	Ronnie was being held by Cyan too. They were both
    vulnerable right now.
    	"Why am I in a diaper?" He asked humbly as the tears
    flowed down his cheeks.
    	"It was the only dry thing you had," Luke explained.
    "You didn't have an extra pair of pants so I couldn't get
    any on you. I think the strain in your head was causing you
    to lose control of your bladder so I had to put a diaper on
    to keep the seats dry."
    	Kevin looked down at his diaper and felt it was moist.
    He had been peeing the whole time. But now he felt
    embarrassed knowing that the girls may have seen him being
    changed.
    	"Don't worry," Ronnie yawned as she gently sat up in
    the seat. "It's just a diaper. Tobias has to wear them,
    too. Which is another matter."
    	Kevin shook the sleep from his mind. He needed to
    think clearly. Their thoughts corresponded without the
    telepathy but they knew what it would mean.
    	"Lucas," Kevin whispered so as not to awaken Cyan. "We
    need to find Tobias. But we need to do it alone."
    	Luke nodded in understanding. They were at the point
    where nothing was beyond possibility or reason. Ordinarily
    he would have wondered what an eleven and twelve year-old
    could do against the US military, but he had seen enough to
    convince him.
    	"Do you know where they came from?" He asked.
    	"Tobias called me as he was coming out of his drug
    induced state," Kevin explained. "The plain they loaded him
    on is heading to Washington DC. From there we don't know
    where."
    	"The nearest airport is in Albany," Lucas said as the
    three quietly piled out of the van. "I can drive you there
    at least."
    	"We can't ask you to do that," Ronnie said. "You and
    Cyan have done more than anyone has ever done. You're the
    first humans we could actually trust and we don't want
    anything to happen to you."
    	"Well then," Luke began digging into his pockets for
    his wallet. "Take this money. We were going to spend it at
    the Great Escape, but I guess that plan is off the list.
    You'll need it when you get to Washington."
    	"Thank you," Kevin took a pair of pants from Tobias's
    book bag and put them on. Then he put the money from the
    wallet in his pockets and slung the book bag around his
    shoulders.
    	"Will we hear from you again?" Lucas asked as Kevin
    slipped his shoes back on.
    	"When Tobias is back with us we'll give you a call,"
    the purple-eyed boy responded.
    	With a last good-bye and a hug for security they
    turned and headed for the nearest airport.
    	Tobias sent the message as soon as he awakened. He was
    being carried into an unmarked jet and he was fast asleep.
    When he awakened he found himself in a revolving leather
    chair in the passenger section of the jet. He wasn't
    restrained, but there was something about the inside of the
    jet that kept him from reaching out mentally.
    	The FBI agent sat in the seat across from him. They
    were the only passengers on the plain it seemed. A woman
    bustled about in the galley taking care of short odds and
    ends.
    	"My name is Craig Rodman," The agent introduced
    himself as he played a game of solitaire. "What's yours?"
    	Tobias didn't answer. Instead he got up from his seat
    and explored. There was a mini-fridge situated near the
    kitchen. The windows were tinted and the lighting was dim.
    Everything, the carpet, the furniture, was the color of a
    coal mine.
    	"You will find that your mind power is being
    suppressed," Rodman spoke calmly and quietly. "When we
    began studies on a cloned specimen of your species we
    discovered that you cannot reach anything past extremely
    dark colors."
    	Tobias remembered the men back at the gas station.
    Although he could still manipulate objects he couldn't
    penetrate their suits.
    	"You'll find that if you want to move something in
    here, you're going to have to use your hands like us
    humans," Rodman continued rearranging the cards into the
    deck and placing them face down. "Now, what is your name?"
    	Tobias turned around to face him with a look of
    disgust.
    	"You were willing to kill people to get to us. And now
    that you have me you want to know my name?" He smacked the
    cards off the table with his hand showing his frustration.
    	"My job was to capture you and your siblings, yes."
    	Rodman replied unaffected by the cards. "But I assure
    you, I would have only killed the people that got in my
    way. It was for your safety mostly, what if some idiot cop
    decided to `rescue' you and ended up taking you to a
    hospital to see if you were damaged? I doubt you'd want
    another medicine seizure."
    	"How do you know about that?"
    	"We have your hospital records in our labs."
    	Tobias wanted to penetrate his mind and find out what
    made him tick. Look for the dark memories in his life and
    force them to replay over and over again. Instead he turned
    to the head.
    	"I need to change," He told Rodman. "My diaper is
    wet."
    	"We'll have Mrs. Kingly take care of that," Rodman
    signaled to the stewardess.
    	"Would you be so kind as to take care of our young
    guest?"
    	"Of course," She replied putting a gentle hand on
    Tobias' shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you like
    you were my own."
    	The stewardess carefully changed Tobias and cleaned
    him with the same expertise as Lucas had. Oh no, he
    thought. Lucas, Cyan, Kevin, and Ronnie...the military
    would be after them soon. He would need to try and delay
    them for as long as possible. Even if it meant giving them
    what they wanted. When the Stewardess was finished he went
    back to the table and sat down.
    	"I'm Tobias," He said to Rodman.
    	"But my friends call me Toby."
    	"And I want to be your friend," Rodman assured him. He
    had picked up the cards and was now dealing them.
    	"Do you know how to play gin?"
    	"I can learn."
    	"Then I'll teach you as we go along."
    	Morning was drawing near as Kevin and Ronnie
    approached the airport. A jet took off for the south
    leaving the rest of the airport silent for the time being.
    	"What are we going to do?" Ronnie wondered out loud.
    	"Steal a plane."
    	"You know how to fly?"
    	"I was being sarcastic."
    	Kevin looked around as they walked closer. There was a
    large barbed-wire fence surrounding the airfield as jumbo
    jets lay idol in their hangers.
    	"It's ironic," Kevin commented as they huddled beside
    a mound of dirt and waited for a car to pass. "Aliens have
    been abducting people from planes in midair all along and
    we can't even get into one on the ground."
    	"Look over there," Ronnie pointed to another private
    jet getting ready to enter the runway lift off.
    	"We might be able to sneak aboard."
    	"They might not be going to Washington," Kevin pointed
    out.
    	"So," Ronnie started climbing up the fence. Kevin
    climbed after her making sure to avoid security detection.
    Once in they began searching for trip wires that might
    alert the tower.
    	"This is a civilian airport, they might not have those
    types of security," Ronnie thought out loud.
    	"No, but they will have search lights which is why we
    need to get out of the open."
    	They ran to the runway stopping only to hide from
    lights and cars. The jet stopped momentarily to allow the
    passenger to board. Kevin and Ronnie took advantage of the
    opportunity and quickly jumped inside. Before the pilot and
    co-pilot could react Ronnie hypnotized them with her
    telepathy and told them to fly the jet to Washington DC.
    Kevin closed the gate and sat back and tossed the backpack
    into one of the seats and looked through it for a clean
    pair of underwear. He didn't like the idea of being stuck
    in a diaper the whole day. Finding what he was looking for
    he went into the bathroom to change. He removed the soaked
    diaper used the towelettes in the dispenser next to the
    sink to clean himself off. He stuffed the diaper into the
    trash and returned to the passenger area to sit before they
    took off. Ronnie was buckled in the seat next to the window
    and asleep. Kevin sat across from her and soon he was
    asleep too. The day had been tiring for the both of them,
    much less the night. The challenge that lay ahead of them
    would be even more tiring. Tobias arrived at an airport and
    was taken to a large building via limousine. When they
    arrived at the building he was brought to a man by the name
    of Felix Morgan.
    	"I am very pleased to meet you Tobias," He said
    putting his gloved hand out to shake. "You see, even
    without your brother and sister you are a very valuable
    specimen."
    	"I don't know if I like the idea of being your
    specimen, doctor," Tobias scowled. He was alone with the
    doctor. Two guards stood ready outside the room incase of
    trouble, but other than that he was helpless to act on
    instinct.
    	"Oh, no worries," Morgan replied circling Tobias and
    checking him up and down. "We intend to treat you with the
    best care tax dollars can provide. You'll have your own
    room with puzzles, pictures, furniture, and virtual reality
    video games. The room of every young boy's fantasy. You'll
    even have a private nurse to change your diapers when you
    need it."
    	"If you want to be so accommodating then why not help
    me fix my bladder and bowel muscles?" Tobias countered.
    	"I'm afraid that would hinder our progress. You see,
    it takes a large concentration of neuro-electric impulses
    to control the sphincter muscles in your colon and urethra.
    "Those same neuro-electric impulses are the very things
    your species needs to move objects with your mind. That
    combined with your own will is a powerful weapon."
    	Tobias felt strong telepathic energy with in the
    building. Somewhere...deep in the central core of the
    building.
    	"Not only will we keep you in diapers, but in order to
    ensure that you can not regain that control you will
    undergo a small operation."
    	Doctor Morgan pressed a button summoning the two
    guards into the room.
    	"Take him to surgery. I will be down in a moment."
    	"Now wait a second," Tobias pulled himself away from
    the guard. "What kind of operation is this?"
    	"Don't worry," Doctor Morgan responded. "We will
    simply impair the nerves in your body that allow you to
    feel the urge to relieve yourself. Eventually your muscles
    will weaken and you will no longer have control of your
    functions," "You've read my medical documents."
    	Tobias pulled away once more. This time the guards
    grabbed him and held a good grip on him as they tried to
    pull him away.
    	"That seizure I had a few weeks back ensures that I'll
    never have control over those functions again. I'd like to
    still be able to feel it at least."
    	Doctor Morgan signaled the guards to stop. He
    considered for a moment and then looked Tobias directly in
    the eye.
    	"Very well," He said finally. "We will forgo the
    operation. But under these conditions, you will do whatever
    we tell you. A private nurse will be assigned to care you
    for, and from here on out those diapers are to be your
    toilet. Is that clear?"
    	Tobias nodded. It was the closest to a reasonable
    agreement he would get from these people. He would just
    have to play his next hand very carefully. "Take him to his
    quarters."
    	And the guards took him away.