AN: hey everyone here's a new one I'm trying out. I might take a while to upload because of school and other activitys. and also depending on how much you enjoy it. Before we start I would like to thank my awesome beta for helping me with this. Cheetara7 you rock!

Some guids to understanding the story:

Writing like this means they a talking in sign language

"Writing like this means they are talking normaly"

Thoughts

CHAPTER I

BY PRIMESSPARKLING

"When to the heart of man

Was it ever less than treason

To go with the drift of things,

To yield with a grace to reason,

And accept the end

Of a love or a season?"

Robert Frost, Reluctance

Storm Shadow dropped down from the roof, landing with ease in the eerie silence as he pulled out a pair of katanas from where they hung on his back. He scampered across the wall, feet silent and popped open the nearest window that was shadowed from the moon. Slipping inside, he smiled behind the mask he wore as the starved darkness from inside swallowed him in one jump. Silently navigating his way through the room, he carefully avoided the furniture and crouched once he reached the door which separated the house from the sleeping rooms, where in his mission lie. Narrowing his eyes, Shadow Storm pulled out a pick set and started on the lock…

Spring heeled, Jack missed London, Parker's young eyes scanned over the words effortlessly as he held the torch slightly higher to lighten the words from where he laid under the sheets, He missed its rooftops and its towers and…
Sighing softly, he slowly closed his reading book and turned off his torch. Stretching, he tiredly pulled off the bed sheet covering him and glanced at the clock which lay next to the reptarium cage on the desk. It was 3 am, later than he usually went to bed, but in the end he really didn't care. Deciding that he wanted something to drink before dosing off, Parker made his way out of his room and towards the kitchen. Only to stop as he realized the door his father had previously locked that evening to be wide open. Shaking his head, the boy walked ahead, assuming one of the other family members had also gone to the kitchen. But when he arrived, an empty space met him.
Alarmed, Parker quickly swung around and ran back to the rooms, darting into his sister's instead of his own. Nova laid beneath the sheets upon her bed, her soft red hair spread smoothly over her shoulders and pillow. Her fingers were curled under her chin moving forward and back as she breathed. And as much as Parker didn't want to disturb her, he knew that they were in danger. Gently shaking her, she woke quickly, raven colored eyes sharp and ready for action. Blinking she raised her hands to sign to him.
'What's wrong?' She asked warily as he quickly grabbed her out of the bed.
'Someone's broken into the house,' he signed back and her eyes widened before she grabbed her personal sling bag and cautiously followed him into his own room, where he grabbed his own and slipped on his hearing aids.
'What now?' Nova asked.
'We get out of here,' he replied determined and led her over to the window.
'What about mum and dad?' She asked and he paused from where he was busy and turned to fully face her.
'I'll go after them,' he nodded for her to move towards the window, 'You get out of here.'
Nova nodded and with a single, desperate glance at her brother she slipped out the window and into the darkness and slight chill of the outside. Once sure that his sister was safely out of the way, Parker turned around and quickly made his way to his parents room at the end of the passage, where the door was hanging wide open.
Stepping cautiously he came into the room and felt his blood freeze. His mother laid on the bed stiffly, her neck twisted at an odd angle, his father next to her, chest still heaving with life as he slept unaware of the figure leaning over him with a blade resting mere inches from his chest. And before Parker could have made any warnings, like every moment in horror movies and books, he could only stand frozen as the fictional characters he had once laughed at and mocked as the blade came shooting down into his father's heart. A tear of sadness ran down his cheeks and Parker felt the cold, icy fingers of fear tauntingly crawl down his spine as the figure raised his head and spotted him in the doorway. Finding the courage to move, he suddenly found himself running for his life towards his room. He locked his door in the assassins face and turned towards the window, finding five weapons of unknown make pointing directly at him. Parker froze and raised his hands into the air in surrender, hearing the assassin attempting to break down the door behind him. Sighing in defeat, he sadly gazed down at the family album on the shelf and kept his gaze there as he felt one of the masked soldiers head to unlock the door behind him while another pulled out a pair of cuffs. He allowed them to near and just as the strange man's hand touched the lock on the door, he acted. Swiftly he threw himself backwards onto the soldier behind him, pinning the man against the door. He kicked out to the side, hitting the one with the cuffs directly in the gut, and put enough force behind the kick to toss him into the remaining three. The one against the door suddenly went still and limp and with horror he realized why as he risked a look behind him and saw the tip of a blade sticking out of the man's back, directly on the spine. Growling, Parker turned back to the remaining three, catching the unseen fist full on in the face. He fell backwards, fortunately not onto the unlucky soldier and knocked his head against the counter. He felt a warm liquid that he knew was blood dribble into his eyes and blind him slightly. Parker was startled out of the beating in his head by the gloved hand which picked him up by the throat. Survival instincts kicked in and he quickly shot his legs up and wrapped them around his attacker's head. Throwing his weight forward, he used the soldiers surprise against him and twisted his legs and body around within a matter of seconds, taking the head his legs were wrapped around with him in a direction he knew no man would survive. He flipped around, grabbing the body as it fell and used his strength to throw it into the nearest man to him. He kicked the remaining two with a split kick in the head and used the push to propel himself out of the open window.

Parker picked himself off the grass and ran in a drunken zigzag away from the house. He wiped the blood out of his eyes with his pajama sleeve as he did, and as soon as his vision cleared, he fell to the floor as his sister sprang on him and saved his life from the laser like fire coming from the men climbing out the house. Looking back, they saw the assassin follow and head into their direction purposefully and silent. Thinking quickly, they sprang to their feet and the two teens ran in the opposite direction. They jumped onto a neighbor's fence, hearing the heavy foot falls of boots and quickly pulled them over the top, landing with two distinctly loud thumps. Nova pulled her brother along as soon as she was on her feet, seeing the assassin scaling the fence and ran over to the next yard through a gate. Her brother stumbled behind her, tripping over mole holes and the uneven ground blindly as she dragged him along in a despite attempt to get away from what was either a kidnapping or a murder. They skidded around the second house, and Nova felt herself cry out in pain as she felt something ebb itself into her shoulder. Not paying attention to where she was going her foot hooked into the pavement and she stumbled, taking her double-sighted sibling along with the twisting wave effect of the fall. This time it was Parker who drunkenly pulled her up and led her into the street, as the assassin came around the bend, the footfalls of the soldiers not far behind.

Barely watching everything around them, they ran up the street seeing one of the military patrol cars which came through the civilian side of the base each day. Their hope lit up they ran past just as the four unidentified soldiers stepped onto the street. The two stumbled as they fired the strange laser EMP blasts again, but this time managed to stop their falls and continued to run. Ancient sirens that usually served no purpose crackled to life in a unified, ear splattering scream; waking peaceful residents and alerting the main base and any passing soldiers to the attack ahead. US soldiers readily dressed and guns in hand fled the safety of their homes to aid the failing soldiers and protect their families.

Parker and Nova didn't stop running, and rather used the commotion to escape into the base through one of the main entrances, just as armed jeeps tore through the path. Quietly they ran over to one of the storage hangers and quickly located the nearest motorcycle they could find. Parker allowed Nova to help him swing himself onto a Kawasaki M1030 motorcycle. It was a trial version model and was out dated but it did not bother Parker as he leaned in the darkness and felt for the ignition where the keys where kept. He sensed his sister shuffle near him cautiously, before she was suddenly ripped away. Panic striking him with a dead aim, he peered into the stillness while his hands franticly felt through the darkness.

Meanwhile Nova struggled against the hands that held her, and immediately held her breath as a sickly smelling cloth was pulled over her nose and mouth, burning her eyes. She ripped her elbow back and stuck her attacker in the side, pulling her arms over his head backwards like she remembered her father teaching her. Her hands met a mask and she immediately pulled on it, hearing the man growl as she tugged hard enough to pull out some of his hair. He swung her around, like a drunk, in an attempt to get her to breath in surprise and she used it to her advantage as she leaned as far out of his hold as possible and swung her leg backwards. She was rewarded with a satisfying pained grunt as her bare foot hit its target between his legs. Feeling the man was distracted she pulled his arms away by the thumbs, bending them in such a way that if he did not comply, they would be broken. Nova twisted out of his arms and sent a spinning back kick his way, but the strike never reached as she man simply caught her foot and twisted. She screamed and threw his mask at him, before hitting him in the solar-plexus, forcing him to let go. She felt him look at her but the feeling faded away as the roar of a starting engine met their ears. The man jumped away as Parker rammed the motorcycle into him and the headlights caught sight a young, but adult Japanese face, before it disappeared into the darkness from the blow. Nova quickly sprang onto the bike as her brother shifted backwards to allow her a front seat, being in no condition to drive himself. Sending a silent thank you to whatever God was out there that the ankle by the pedal was not the twisted one, she felt Parker wrap his arms around her waist and leaned his head tiredly against her shoulder as she tore out of the hanger and headed to the entrance of the base. She went around the boom and speed up as she saw the man running for them. Gunning it, she tore down the road and zigzagged her way through town until they lost sight of their opponent.

Sighing as she brought the bike to a stop, Nova turned her bare head over to her brother who had not moved much of the ride. He gazed up at her tiredly, an expression she could not quite place burning across his face in a fiery blaze. It was one of anger and sadness and horror combined.
'What now?' She signed tiredly, not even taking the effort to make her signs neat.
'We'll head to the old warehouses,' his reply was hesitant and sloppy, showing how much the night's events had affected him, 'We can hide there for the time being.'
'Ok,' she sighed slightly and started up the motorcycle, suddenly feeling drained as though she had not slept at all. As the adrenalin from the fighting slowly wore off, Nova became aware of the injuries she had sustained and she gunned the motorcycle down to the large building on the outskirts of town where they had played and enjoyed themselves as small children pretending to be characters from different movies while their parents were away from base. With a start she realized that she had forgotten about them during the race for their lives and with that on her mind, she pulled into the old building and drew to a halt.
Parker sluggishly pulled himself off the motorbike and locked the door, letting his backpack drop to the floor. He felt along the wall for the control board and quickly flipped on the lights to the place. The warehouse was large, and judging by the layer of dust that covered the furnishings, had obviously not been used for a long time. It had once stored old gym equipment for a private school many years earlier, but the school had been forced to close down and the bank and government had forgotten about the school's biggest investment for equipment. It suited their needs perfectly and Parker painfully trekked his way passed the old boxing ring and over to the wall where a bunk bed was nailed into the wall. He sat down; mind plagued by the events of the evening and did not notice Nova walking up to him until her young fingers touched his shoulder.
'Parker?' She asked when he looked up softly, eyes gazing worriedly.
'Yeah?' He tiredly shifted over on the bunk for her and allowed her to sit, dropping her sling bag alongside the bed.
'Where are mum and dad?' She asked and Parker suddenly felt himself tearing up.
'They're gone,' a tear dropped down his cheek and his lips quivered in sadness.
'What do you mean they're gone? Did they get out before the attack?' She asked again. When he didn't respond she shook her hands in front of his face to get his attention, 'Parker?'
'They're dead Nova,' he signed softly feeling more tears go down his face.
'Dead?' The girl searched her brother's face for signs of deceit and a hopeful confusion crossed her face.
'They're dead. That assassin killed them. I saw it,' he replied and he watched the tears slowly come down her face as it morphed into a look of loss that matched his own. Parker wrapped his arms around her frail form and could only offer and take comfort when she curled into the hold and cried into his bloodied shirt, joining him as they mourned for the loved ones and the life they had lost.