Hello humans. I'm back! (Did you miss me? ) So my other fanfic, I will still be updating, but I really want to start working on this one so the other one is on hold. I'm going to be updating more frequently probably because my laptop is actually working once again, (thank the gods).

Also this chap is really short because its the prologue.

Anyway please review.

Disclaimer-Do you really think Uncle Rick would be here writing fanfic? No, so use your common sense.

Wired For War

I never wanted any of this to happen. Believe me, if I could take a time machine back, I would. Unfortunately, that's impossible, which is surprising since over the past few months I've learned that anything can happen.

Eight months ago, if anyone had told me that magic, monsters, and even the Greek gods existed I would laughed, then recommended the nearest insane asylum. If they had told me that in one heartbeat, one second, that a blink of an eye could destroy my life forever, I would have thought nothing of it. From peaceful to tragic, from joyous to miserable? Impossible.

But that's all it took. Just one second and my life changed forever.

My name is Malia Avice. Until eight months ago I was a slightly pessimistic, troubled teenager with rage problems. I had a vengeful and paranoid mother, a stepdad desperate for my satisfaction, and the sweetest half-sister ever, that I couldn't help but adore. I attended Pinnacle Middle School, in York, Maine where I was forced to attend "therapeutic lessons for adolescents" and "trust circles". I had a group of friends, who I thought cared about me, and an arrest record about a mile long. But everyone is gone now, in fact that life is gone now.

I'm warning you, if you see yourself in these pages, if you can relate even just the tiniest bit than follow these instructions. Lock your doors, close the shades, make up any excuse to stay home from school, and most importantly, hug your family one last time. You may never see them again. Then, run.

Here's the thing about monsters, eventually they will find you. It's only a matter of time. If they are going to get to you, you might as well save your family. You see, monsters can't help it. All they see, all they smell, is you and they'll do whatever it takes to kill you. Trust me, living with the guilt is unbearable.

I wish I wasn't like this. I wish my family was still around. I wish I could tell them all that I loved them. That I was sorry, and tell my mother she was right.

But wishing doesn't get you anything.