Hi, I'll put the full summary at the bottom, near the line. I'll keep this short, too. I'm only really publishing stuff because I want to be a beta reader. I'm not so good at the making stuff up part. :) You can probably tell that. Most of my stories are either influenced by other stories - I'll just say that because I don't remember the writer's or the stories they were called - just incase it all sounds familiar. This one was influenced by a story and 30 Seconds to Mars' "Bad Romance" cover song.

Summary: Hidden amongst the population there are several being's which hold special abilities, these 'beings' are being found more and more frequently in bad situations – or using their gifts for illegal reasons. A generation of these beings decided to gather and start a school specifically for these children. For decades this program has worked, but there is an unknown power forcing these gifted people into isolation. The clock is ticking. When a young Carlisle Cullen – heir to the program – has his turn to recruit new students, they start disappearing. Can he and an elite group of teenagers find them all, before it's too late?

Do I need to put a Disclaimer? Everyone else does? Okay. Here's my disclaimer. DISCLAIMER. You all know what I mean... Don't own anything. Not even sure I own the plot completely...


Prologue: An End.

"Help! Please, somebody help!" A lone boy sobbed helplessly. "Anybody!" he continued his useless crying unaware of the two figures standing across from him, the two figure that held malicious grins on their scarred faces. The boys cries and pleads for help quietened as he heard noises, they turned even more fearful at what was surrounding him. Tears soaked down the young teens face, mixed with snot and sweat. Shudders and shivers wrecked his body as the realisation that people are watching him caused him to forget his breath. Realising he wouldn't be able to get out of this by himself, he used his ability to produce acid spit – a vain attempt to get the rope off of him. But as soon as it had started working, it stopped. Now knowing that these people might know about him caused him to freeze. Uselessly looking around again, trying in vain to see any figure through the bottom of the blindfold he was wearing. "Please, I'll do anything."

"Oh, we know. They always say that." A dark, sinister voice replied, smiling even wider at the young boy's gasp.

Parents worry over the founding of the lost boy.

14 year old, Damien Connelly was finally found in the early hours of this morning. A local policeman scouting the area for the lost boy found him by the side of a small stream. It is said that the boy had drowned. There was no sign of a struggle but that doesn't mean that he didn't fight off any attackers. The evidence shown suggests that the boy had run away and fell as he made his way across the stream, falling at an unfortunate angle which held his face under the flow of water. Any more information on the matter will be realised in due time, once the police have finished an autopsy, just to confirm that Damien did drown and was not forced.


It's short because it's a prologue... that's my only excuse. I have the next chapter that I'll put up now, just incase anybody else reads this. I wasn't really sure of how long to make my chapters (This is only 319 words) the next is longer though. Hope you enjoy it :)

FlightyGirl, AKA Christy x