Baby T-Rexes

The alien soldier's words hung in the air like a death sentence. My instincts screamed at me to focus. Whatever these "trials" were, I knew they weren't going to be easy and most likely many of us would die in the process.

Around me, the other superhumans tensed up, each reacting in their own way. Some looked confident, powers practically radiating off them. Others? Not so much. A couple of them looked like they might puke right there on the spot, their faces pale and drenched in cold sweat, as the weight of the trials began to sink in.

But still, not a single one of us dared to complain or question the aliens. We all knew the drill by now—speaking up, protesting, or begging for mercy would do nothing. It wouldn't change a thing. The aliens had already made their decision. The trials were going to happen no matter what, and we would either make it through or… we wouldn't. No one ever really had the choice to begin with.