The Wrong Beginning!

The first boy woke up to a sharp pain drilling into his skull.
He forced his eyes open, then suddenly pushed himself upright, panic flashing across his face.

Boy 1:
“Wake up—wake up, wake up!”

The others began to stir slowly, low groans escaping their throats.
The headache was brutal, identical for all of them, as if something had struck their minds from the inside.

Boy 2:
“Oh my God… what’s happening? Where am I?”

Emily lifted her head slowly, her eyes struggling to adjust to the strange light.

Emily:
“…What is this place?”

The first boy looked at them one by one—then down at himself.
He froze when he noticed their identical outfits.

Boy 1:
“Okay—now that you’re awake… can anyone tell me who you people are?”
He exhaled sharply and added,
“And why are we wearing the same outfit like we’re some kind of freak band?”

Lisa pressed a hand to her head, her breathing uneven.

Lisa:
“I don’t know…”
Her voice faltered.
“I don’t remember anything. I don’t even remember who I am.”

Emily raised her gaze toward her slowly.

Emily:
“…Me too.”

The first boy ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

Boy 1:
“This is messed up.”
He glanced around again.
“How did we get here? What are we doing here—and why don’t we remember anything?”

Before anyone could answer, the second boy suddenly lifted his head and stared into the distance.

Boy 2:
“Wait… look.”

He pointed ahead.

Boy 2:
“There’s smoke. It’s a sign that there’s a city… or at least people.”

A short silence followed.

They followed his pointing finger and saw the thin trail curling into the sky

Hope—
and danger—
arrived together.

The air was cold…
cleaner than anything their lungs were used to,
yet it carried a strange weight that made the headache worse.

They stood atop a green hill, staring at a world that felt completely wrong.
No roads.
No signs.
No trace of anything familiar.

An endless sky stretched above them,
grass rolling as far as the eye could see,
and a silence so thick it felt like it was watching.

They ran across the fields, their feet sinking into the damp grass,
pushed through a dense forest where branches whispered overhead,
until they finally emerged at the edge of a small village.

Stone houses.
Wooden fences.
Smoke curling gently between rooftops.

Boy 2:
“It’s a village.”

But Emily stopped abruptly.

Emily:
“Wait…”

She narrowed her eyes.

Emily:
“There are people coming this way.”

Boy 2 (whispering):
“Quick!..Hide!!”

They dropped behind the bushes.

Boy 1:
“Why are we hiding? This is stupid.”

Boy 2:
“Look at their hands… those aren’t just hunting tools..we have to make sure they’re not a bunch of gangsters or something!”

They saw men carrying spears, swords, and bows.
Their faces were tense, their steps purposeful.

Up ahead, the men were speaking sharply.

Man 1:
“Are you sure about what you saw?”

Man 2:
“I saw them clearly on Green Hill.”

Man 3:
“How many were there?”

Man 2:
“Four… maybe five.”

A large man stepped forward, his voice rough and commanding.

Man 4:
“Kill anyone who tries to resist. We won’t let them near the village. Everyone get ready to hunt”

A chill ran through our friend’s body.

Lisa (whispering):
“What do they mean by hunting…?”

Boy 2:
“You still think hiding is stupid?”

Boy 1:
“…No. What’s stupid is how close we are. We have to get out of here quietly!”

They began backing away slowly into the forest —

Then a shout ripped through the air.

“I found them! They’re here!”

A man burst from the trees, spear aimed straight at them.
Within seconds, the others emerged from every direction, surrounding them with raised weapons and hostile eyes.

Boy 1 (under his breath):
“No, seriously… where the hell are we?”

A thin man stepped forward, hesitation flickering across his face.

Man 1:
“What is this? …They’re kids.”

Another scoffed.

Man 3:
“Don’t be fooled. They recruit people their own age.”

Lisa stepped forward, her voice trembling but sincere.

Lisa:
“We didn’t come to attack anyone!”

The large man laughed mockingly.

Man 4:
“ Recruiting little girls now? How twisted.”

The first man approached again.

Man 1:
“Tell us who you are… and what you’re doing near our village.”

Boy 2:
“We don’t know! We woke up on the hill—we don’t remember anything!”

Man 1:
“Liars. I saw smoke coming from the hill. Did you burn it?”

Boy 2:
“No! We woke up inside those machines!”

Before he could say more—

A harsh voice roared from behind.

“Mutants!!!”

Everyone froze.

An old man pushed through the crowd, his presence commanding instant silence.
His eyes were deep, his voice calm… but absolute.

Man 1:
“The sage!!…”

The sage studied the four of them carefully, as if seeing something they could not.

The sage:
“Taichi. Put them in jail for now.”

Taichi:
“What?!”

The sage:
“We will inspect the hill first.”
Then he turned to the others.
“And why is everyone gathered here? Who’s guarding the other side of the village?”

His tone sharpened.

The sage:
“Your carelessness will bring disaster. Move.”

Everybody:
“Yes!”

The men seized the teenagers and began dragging them away.

And then—

behind them..

The air trembled.

Not a sound…
but a sensation,
as if the world itself twisted.

The sky tore open, releasing a blinding light.
A fast capsule ripped through space and crashed down from nowhere.

Everyone froze for several seconds,
eyes wide,
breath stolen,
as if their souls had been pulled out and forced back in.

Boy 2:
“What… what is that?”

The capsule slammed into the ground not far away.

At the top of the hill, its hatch opened.

A man stepped out, rubbing his head, brushing his smooth blond hair back from his face.
He calmly surveyed the green hills below.

From behind—
he was not Prof.4!

He turned,
then walked away,
heading in the complete opposite direction
from where the four teenagers were being taken.