Chapter one
Emma dumped her school bag near the front door of her home, as she kicked off her shoes.
She made her way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Last night's pizza was still in there.
Grabbing a slice, she spun around and saw the note on the bench top.
She picked it up and started to read.
'Hello Emma,
Work called; won't be home for a few days. Money is in the safe. Have fun.
~Dad'
Emma rolled her eyes.
"Love you too, dad," she mumbled, out loud.
Emma made her way to the lounge room and turned on the stereo. She turned the volume up to a booming tone and went over to the book shelf.
She grabbed a horror novel and planted herself down on the couch.
Emma flipped the book open and started to read.
It was almost dark, when she came out of the fantasy land. Stretching, she got up and put the book back.
Emma flicked some lights on and turned the volume down. She then grabbed the house phone and dialled the number for the pizza parlor.
She grabbed some money from the safe and waited for the delivery; paying it upon arrival.
She set herself down on the couch, watching a movie, as she ate.
Emma curled up onto the couch and rested her head on the arm rest. She was starting to feel a little tired.
With a small sigh, she got up and stretched her arms above her head. She turned the TV off and put away the left overs.
Emma turned off the lights, on her way to her bedroom.
She shut her door; something she had been doing for about a year now, regardless of whether her dad was home or not.
Emma stripped and put on her pyjama pants and a black shirt.
She was about to climb into bed, when she heard glass breaking.
Emma turned and tip-toed to the door. She pressed an ear to the wood and listened.
She could hear hushed whispers coming from the hallway, getting closer.
Emma backed up and looked around. She had been in practice with her dad before about what she should do.
She ran over to the window and threw it open. She then quickly dashed under the bed, clamping a hand over her mouth.
Her door burst open and she saw three sets of feet enter the room. Emma watched as one set went over to the window while another went to her closet.
The last person stayed near the door.
'Go away, go away, go away,' Emma thought over and over.
The three-people met up near the door again. The feet faced the bed and Emma felt her heart catch in her throat.
They made their way over.
Emma raised a hand and a faint liquid-silver colour outlined it. She tensed up; preparing her body to move.
The bed was thrown to the side and Emma thrust her hand forward. The silver force shot forward, striking only one of the masked people, who was thrown down the hallway.
Emma jumped to her feet and made a dash for the window.
The other two people lunged forward and each grabbed an arm. She willed a shield between herself and the two.
She willed the shield to push against them. They let go and Emma ran to the window, jumping through.
She landed on the grass and started to run. She pushed her legs to go faster.
She turned a corner and a van screeched to a halt in front of her. Emma skidded to a stop. Men poured out of the vehicle and rushed her.
Before she had a chance to force up a shield, she was hit with a tranquilizer.
Emma gave a small gasp at the pain in her leg. She pulled out the dart and looked at it.
She started to become lightheaded and dropped to her knees.
She tried to force a blast of power. It came out weak.
Emma glanced up, her vision fading.
She collapsed to her side and her eyes closed.
A/N: Hey guys. I feel as if I should explain what I mean by 'force' and 'will'.
When I describe 'will', I am describing the defence side of Emma's power. When 'force' is used, it is the offence.
If anyone needs any clarification, I am happy to provide it.
Please RXR.