Breakers by Breanna Danielle Gillard (the reading list book .txt) 📕

died trying to help them escape. There's nothing like it yu know... Seeing your love die, holding her in your arms until she stops breathing and turns to ash... I wanted to die. I wanted to lay there and give up. The world held no meaning. Nor did my life. That's when Issac found me. He was now a strong 23 year old Breaker. He looked no older than 18. (Their age slows as they get older. They stop aging in looks at around 21.) He picked me up and helped me walk through the wreckage. I cried silent tears. He just talked to me. "Come on Uncle. We've gotta be strong. And get stronger every time they try to stop us. Freedom is what we’re fighting for, and if we don't who will?" I'd just looked at him... "When did you turn into a man?", I asked. He laughed, "Around the time the voice deepened Uncle."
He brought me to a stronghold where he had found all who survived. 15 people. Out of over 7,000. 15 was all that was left. 8 men, 7 women, no children.
I'm not sure what’s happened the Group 1. Some say he starved them mad and chained them to solar panels. Some said he had them executed. Some say he's hiding them, using them as secret weapons. I don't know. But I do know, if I ever have the chance... I’ll kill him.
I was ready to give up... But not Issac. He coaxed everyone, took care of everything, kept us hidden and fed. A year later... We started the program again. We'd gained 2 more humans, a married couple. We were living in an old community


College. It was nice. Issac did well. The second group was made of 9 members. 7 Breakers, 2 Humans. Here's where the story begins. They are 16 now. They are powerful. They are kind. They are a revaluation. They are The Breakers.

 
Chapter 1

“Check your weapons everyone. This is the biggest blood farm we’ve been up against.” Isaac said looking around at all of us. I nodded, trying to think of a funny comment I could say.
Hi, I’m Andrew Mark, youngest member of the Breakers/Group 2. I’m 16. I’m half Vampire, and I am badass.
Haha, I’m only joking. Nice to meet you. Hope we become great friends.
Right now we’re about to raid a blood farm. See, the world has is under the rule of Vampires, has been since I was born. So, it’s all I know. My parents tell me about how things use to be different, back when Humans were in power. I find it hard to believe… But then I look at what the world has become, and it makes sense. If Vampires had been in control the Earth wouldn’t be populated. In 41 years they’ve almost completely wiped out the Human race. No Humans, no Vampires, no advanced intelligence. (If either can be called that)
“Isaac you say that every time.” I looked over at Zane. You’ll probably be wondering what everybody looks like….
Well, Zane is Asian. He has pretty long black hair, but he spikes it up so you can’t really tell. He’s got brown eyes and olive skin. Also, he’s got a kinda weird body shape. He’s tall, slim, but pretty well-muscled. His arms are pretty big. I wouldn’t wanna fight him.
“What are you trying to say?” Isaac said smiling at Zane as he cleaned his gun.
Isaac is Russian, well, his parents are anyway. But, since we’ve all grown up with such a diverse family environment; none of us have accents. He has really long pale blond hair, almost white. He’s got really dark green eyes, like a forest, pretty scary. He’s also very pale. He’s tall too, about 6’1’’. He’s slim and very fast. In other words, he’d have you laid out on the ground before you made your first move. I wouldn’t wanna fight him either.
“I’m saying nothing ever goes wrong. So chill. You’re acting like The Old Man.” Zane replied with a snarky grin. He was sitting on the couch making out with Aza.
Aza is beautiful, no way around it. She’s just got this look to her. She’s got long wavy black hair that flows down her back like a beautiful dark Caribbean waterfall; her eyes are the color of an oak tree’s bark. Her skin is this shade of dark caramel, and her completion is perfect. She’s tall, almost as tall as me. She’s got the body of a goddess.
Too bad she wastes her time with Zane. (Yeah, I’m jealous. Sue me.)
Zach chuckled from where he was laying on his bed. “Better not let Uncle Will hear you saying that Zane. Remember what happened last time.” Zach is… Well hard to describe. His mom is a very beautiful African woman, but no one knows who his dad is. He’s got short black hair, which he keeps in a crew cut. His eyes are sapphire blue. He’s dark skinned, but not too dark somewhere in between. Ever seen one of those UFC fighters from before the Apocalypse? Well, Zach is like those guys. Huge. I’d rather fight Zane any day.
“Shut the hell up Zach!” Zane yelled from the couch.
Zach smiled. Yeah, you’d think Zach would be a total meat-head, but he’s actually a really nice guy. A Southern gentleman is what Uncle Will calls him. I really don’t know what one of those is. Uncle says it was from before, even before him. I asked him what makes Zach one of them; Uncle said it was because of the way he treats Estelle and all the other girls. Estelle is his girlfriends in case you were wondering.
Speaking of…
“I remember.” Estelle said skipping in behind Nevaeh. “It was hilarious! Who could forget?” I watched as she sat in Zach’s lap and curled up. She’s only 4’11’’ so it’s no big deal to a guy as big as Zach. She’s little, actually kinda childlike. No, I’m not saying Zach is a pedophile. She just… looks like a doll. She’s got really, really long black curls, and light lilac colored eyes. Her skin is the color of perfect smooth porcelain; her lips are the color of pink roses. Like I said, she’s slim and very lean. She and Zach are complete opposites. In looks anyway, but in personality, they’re both sweet natured, good people.
Nevaeh plopped down next to Aza and laughed, eating chips. “Haha! Yeah! He was sore for weeks!”
Nevaeh is the tom-boy of the group. She’s a walking contradiction. Her parents are very traditional Indians. She wears the whole traditional Indian saris and shoes that make her look like a genie straight out of the bottle. She even has that little dot in the middle of her for head. Her hair comes to her ankles when it’s down. She’s got big wide innocent brown eyes, and she’s got a very pretty shape. From the look of her you’d think she was a quiet, girly, sensitive… Flower? Then she opens her mouth and burps loud enough, you could hear it a state over. She won’t even say ‘excuse me’. She’ll laugh! She’s the type of girl that can spit as far as she can throw, and punch as hard as she can kick. I’d rather fight two Zach’s than one her.
“Hey Nevaeh, do us all a favor and shut it will yu?” Aza said looking at her with that classic “do as I say or I’ll kill you” Aza look.
“You first hag.” Veah said with a grin. Don’t let the cruel words deceive you. They’re best friends.
Pan giggled as he walked wearing only towel. “Your woman defending you now Zaney-Poo?“
Zane picked up a couch cushion and threw it at Pan. “Put some clothes on you damn gay!”
“My, my, such harsh words. Have I struck a nerve?” Pan said still smiling as he walked over to his dresser.
“One more word and I’ll-“
“You’ll what? Knock my lights out? Or will you have your girlfriend do it for you?” Pan said putting his hand on his hip and looking at Zane. Pan is gay. He is attracted to other males. He’s homosexual. Yes, he is. Got a problem with it, and I’ll kick your ass. Gay or not he’s my brother. I’m the only person that’s gone say shit about it. And if you got a problem with him put the book down and jump your homophobic tale off a bridge.
If you’re still reading, mad respect to yu man. (general term)
Now, Pan is Native American. He’s got kinda long straight jet black hair, and dark brown eyes that spark with humor. He’s short and small, he little brother of our group. He’s not very strong, but he’s quick, not to mention his Dark Gift is wicked cool. He can conjure fire from nothing. So he’s a good guy to have on your side in a fight. The only problem with it is that the more fire he makes, the more it drains him. If uses too much, he’ll pass out.
Oh yeah, you’re probably wondering what Dark Gifts are. Well, they’re hard to explain. Let’s see where to start…. Hmmm…. Dark Gifts are the immortal powers of Vampires basically. The longer they live, the stronger the gift becomes. We’re only 16, but we aren’t Vampires. We’re Breakers. We’re born with our Dark Gifts. Mine is the power to manipulate emotions and feelings. I’m not very good, but so far I’ve mastered anger and sadness. Aza’s is a mind reader, talk about annoying. But, The Bond dulls her effect on us. Most of us can keep her out completely now. Zach is, you guessed it, super strong. He makes Super-Man look like a light weight. Zane and Estelle can sorta control minds but in different ways. Zane uses his voice and eyes to put you in a kind of trance. Estelle uses her doll like innocence to lure you into a false sense of security; then when she’s got you close enough BAM! Dead. Nevaeh, Miss.Walking Contrididction’s is her beauty. When you see her you’re shocked into paralysis but only for a moment. That’s all she needs.
“That’s it you little fag!” Zane yelled as he jumped off the couch headed straight for Pan’s bed.
Suddenly, Zane was hit in the head with a shoe. “If you don’t shut the hell up and sit your ugly Ramen noodle ass down; I’m gonna beat the living shit outta you Zane!”
“Maddy lay off the cussing before I get mom.” Kristopher said looking down at her from the bunk above her’s.
“Snitches get stiches, Kris.” she said giving him an evil look.
He looked back at his book and began to ignore her. “I’d love to see you try.”
Ah, the Twins. How could I forget? They’re our Feeders. Yeah, I know it sounds gross, but…. We’ve gotta eat something, and we’ve gotta keep getting stronger. Human blood is the best for both. They’ve been with us since we were born. We didn’t start drinking from them until we were all about 14 though; so don’t go picturing toddlers feeding on each other, accidents aside.
It’s actually very magical… Ok it’s hot and sexual, but we only do it once a week and before a fight. The guys feed on Maddy (except for Pan); the girls feed on Kris. It’s bad I know, but it’s what we have to do.
Maddy is actually very pretty to be a human. She and Kris are biracial, mixed with white and black. She’s got these really tight kinky little blond curls. They both have pale green eye and light tan skin, like coffee with milks. She’s pretty short though, about 5’1’’. Kris on the other hand is 6’2’’.