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Prologue: A blinding light.

I was blinded. The world around me was purely light itself. The light gave no sight; it only caused me pain, and panic. I had to stop it from coming back; I lay hidden behind the refrigerator, it was a the worst and best place to hide, it was way to cramped for me and Michaela but it was still big enough for use to hide without being seen at all. Michaela's wispy blonde hair was in my face, as I held her against me. She was only 6 and didn't keep quiet easily, so I reluctantly put my hand over her mouth. The darkness fell again and the flashlight's beam went away, I could barley make out the thin slit letting me see the world beyond the back of the cramped refrigerator. The seekers were right there and they couldn't see me. Michaela's arm wriggled a little and she held my hand; I grasped her small hand and tried to keep her quiet.

But as soon as the light came back through the cracks against the wall, she froze and so did I. I could feel every bone in my body freeze, my blood stop and my breath seize back into my lungs. My muscles ached from the cramped space pushing on them but I didn't dare move. I knew what the seekers would do if they found us. I wouldn't let that happen, I had to protect Michaela, she needed to be safe, and so did I.

I could hear voices coming from the other side, people but they weren't people they were parasites in hiding, unable to show their alien faces on our planet so they took ours. They were trying to comfort me, trying to find me, they expected me to come out and give myself up. I would never give up. There voices echoed through my ears like music, soft and appealing, I didn't let myself listen.

"Please come out we just want to help. Tell us where you are, we don't mean to hurt you or scare you…" A voice interrupted them, it was shrill and angry, probably frustrated as well.

"Come on agents, she's not here, the map doesn't show this place. Her family didn't use it for hiding, so I guess we should try the place in Ashbury."

"No, we've already checked Ashbury, we captured all the wild ones there too. She wouldn't be there if she knew were watching it. This one's too smart to fall for that."

I was angry that they were talking about me like I wasn't here, but for all they knew I wasn't.

"I guess we should go back to base, do a thermal check and we can get out of here."

A thermal check! Now they would see us. I had to get out here, I needed a diversion! I took in one last silent breath and prepared to run. I knew they'd be outside waiting and watching their thermal scanners. I needed to go through the back, it was my only hope, and it was our only hope.

As soon as I knew they were in the other room setting up the scanners, I pushed the fridge just about a quarter inch and then creaked it forward a little more. With great care not to make a sound, I pushed it far enough that Michaela could squeeze through and she could help me out. I motioned to my little sister and she knew what to, she climbed over my crouched body and through the large crack. I could barley see her small figure on the other side.

She grabbed my outstretched wrists and pulled, after a minute of quiet pulling… I was through. But then suddenly at the last second Michaela fell back and her back hit the old kitchen counter, hitting on of the cracked boards on the bottom half of the counter. They made a load sound as she hit them and made noticeable gash in the wood. I yanked her back up and realized I could hear the fainted sound of footsteps against old carpeting, and a gentle creaking along the aged floor. I grasp Michaela's wrist and bolted, not even caring if I was heard, because we needed to get out of here fast.

I ran the short distance from the kitchen door to the small parlor, filled with old, faded pink chairs and black and white pictures on the walls. I saw a large window over looking the garden and decided to make my diversion. I picked up a large vase, weighted it in my hands and aimed.

When the vase hit the glass it shattered a sizable hole in it, and left glass shards all over. I grabbed Michaela's hand and ran for the next room, this time it was the veranda. It was a small mosquito netted enclosure that the old woman had used to house her many colorful plants. But now the only thing living here were bugs and the corpses of forgotten flowers, gray and faded like an old watercolor painting. I grasped my knife from my belt and began to get to work. I cut a hole just big enough for Michaela and I to climb through.

But just as I did, I heard a swish coming from behind me. I looked behind me and saw a gray smudged figure coming towards us, I reached for Michaela's hand but it was too late. I looked down at my little sister she was laying on the ground and there was something glowing off the skin on her arm. I touched her arm, but it felt to cold to be alive. When shook her and she didn't respond, without taking any chances I carried Michaela's small body through the hole in the netting. My feet squeezed silently against the cold-dewed grass as I ran.

I ran, I ran so far I couldn't remember how far I'd gone. I was thankful for the darkness blanketing me and keeping me safe, and there was no sound only the sharpness of my breathing and the pounding of my feet on the gravel road.

I came to a large park, it was cold and I had no blankets but I assumed it was the safest place to sleep. I had slept in the open many times before, but never with so much fear. I found a large tree surrounded by a couple of other trees and sat under it. I found a nice, large root to set Michaela down on. I looked at her; she looked like she was completely at peace. But I knew something was wrong, she was too quiet, I could barley here her breathing and she wasn't moving. I moved closer to her and examined her arm, and there in the faintest moonlight I saw it.

They had shot Michaela with a drugged No Pain dart.

She was knocked out cold; she wouldn't be awake for a while. I thought over the night's events and found that if the dart had hit me, we wouldn't have gotten away. I was almost thankful she had been hit. It had been too close this time. We needed help. We needed to find safe place to live.

We needed to find the Caves, and the others.