Disclaimer: I don't own some of the characters. Christina is my character but the others are not. The story is all mine though.
It was dark outside and all you could see was the barn's florescent light and the bright stars. Somehow no moon was comforting for me. I never realized that I hated the moon until now. When it's dark I can sort of feel it caressing me.
I was out sitting on a rock by the pond we had on the farm here in Texas. I lived here with Tymmie. Tymmie has brought me up since I can remember. It seemed weird that I have never seen my dad yet my dad was the one who ordered Tymmie to raise me.
"Tymmie?"
"Yes Christina?"
"Where's my daddy?"
"He's in LA."
"Why have I never seen him?"
"I don't know."
"What does my daddy do that keeps us here?"
"I'll tell you when you're older. Ok?"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Now that I'm older and still have no idea what my dad does, I decided to ask again. After all I am 16. Wasn't I old enough to know?
"Tymmie? What does my father do?"
"Your father's the Atrox. The one you've heard from the story I used to tell you when you were little. Those are all real."
"Are you a follower then?"
"Yes. Now that you know we have to leave and go help your father."
"When?"
"Tonight. When Stanton comes."