Carter

Prolog:

R-U-N those are my least favorite letters, and together they make up my least favorite word. The word that turned my whole life upside-down. The word that made me dangerous. The word that made me a target. The word that gave me the sheer power to destroy the world. RUN!

That was the only word on the letter I found on my doorm room bed back in August. There was nothing on it, no return address, nothing. Just my name

Carter Paige

Plastered across the front in flowing, neat handwriting. The flap was sealed with a fresh red stamp of one of those leaf crowns you get when you win the Olympics. I opened the letter and there was one word in the center of the page in the same bold handwriting

Run

I had contemplated the of that letter for what seemed like forever, before casting it into the trash can thinking it was some kind of prank. Boy was I wrong!

And now, there was only one word running through my mind as I fled across the beach, sand sticking to the wet hem of my jeans. Run! Now I knew how wrong I had been, it wasn't a practical joke, it was real. They had told me to run, and I didn't, and now… I wish I had.