PROLOGUE
GeneCo., now represented by the heiress Amber Sweet, and run by her egregious husband; once the infamous Graverobber who sold illegal amounts of zydrate, have settled down. Giving birth to a son, Amber and her husband, spoiled him. He had the life any child would dream of having. Surrounded by money, titles, and family, what else could he want? Perhaps, at eighteen, freedom.
"I don't want to go." a young man yelled, shouting at the Genterns waiting patiently by his door.
"But, Mister Largo-Sweet, your mother--!"
"I don't care what mother says, I'm not going."
The Genterns, having dealt with him before, glared at the boy. He resembled his father in so many ways, and yet, had acquired that rebellious attitude from his mother.
Taking a few quick strides to an arm-chair, worn from him sitting in it so much, he slouched into the broken-in leather material. Crossing his arms, he looked out from his window, viewing the night-sky filled with lights of every color. From where he sat, he could see the newly refurbished Opera House, more grandeur than ever before. He had seen the "before" pictures, curious of its history, as it had been dedicated to his late grandfather.
"But, Ethan, your mother insists."
The boy felt movement beside him. He knew what would come next. First, they would seduce him, then, they would drug him and dress him. And, voila, he would happen to come from his daze just as the show was beginning. He never once fought it, his attempt would be futile. They had done this since the day he turned thirteen.
And today, on his eighteenth birthday, was no different than his first time; five years ago.
"Don't deny me your drug--just stick it into me--like a needle through a bug." he muttered silently, taken away by the glowing blue substances, into a world where he felt numb.