Look at me, writing a "The Enemy" Fanfic! Yaaaaay! okay, I know not many people read "The Enemy" so this won't be too vastly popular but I really think it has potential. :)

Anyways, this is a backstory of, (We all know him, we don't all love him) ACHILLEUS! :D

So yeh... Also My OC Isabella ^-^

So, if something about this story bothers you please send me a PM or review so I can fix it right away. btw, I'm an American and I don't know much about the UK, like, what sports they have and don't have but I'm trying! If I get some facts wrong, I admit my dumbassness. PREASE R&R aaaaaaaaaaaand Enjoy!

Chapter 1

~Achilleus~

"Akkie!" Zafer called.

In his room, said boy opened his gray-green eyes. He slid to his feet and slunked to the stairway. He flew down the banister and and met his father's gaze.

"Yeah, Dad?" He yawned.

Zafer tousled his son's hair. "You're due for your vaccine, kiddo."

Achilleus groaned and rolled his eyes. A horrible new disease had been sweeping through the world, and so far, no antidote or vaccine had been invented to provide any protection for the human population. Still, Zafer was hell-bent on keeping his son healthy and safe. Even if half the world had already been wiped out.

"Come on, Akkie." He reasoned. "You're lucky to even have medicine to protect you from all this horrible crap. I mean, back in cypr-"

The 13-year broke his father off. "'Back in cyprus, people just got terrible diseases and nothing could be done 'till they were dead' I know, You've told me a ba-jillion times."

Zafer shrugged it off. "It's still true."

The father dragged a reluctant Achilleus into the car and drove off to the Whittington Hospital.

There really wasn't a normal doctor's office in existence any more.

All the Doctors had either died or gone to work at the hospital. Most were the former.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

Achilleus kicked the table he was sitting on while he waited for his pediatrician.

He hated this place, and any day, he would rather be anywhere than here. Even Zafer felt the grief when he walked through the glass doors at the front of the building.

Achilleus's mother, Guinevere, had died here no longer than a year ago. Her young teenage son had still not forgotten, year after year in the hospital his mother dying slowly of MS.

He couldn't even stand the place.

Fortunately, before he could get drowned by memory, the doctor walked in, cheery as ever.

"Hello, Akkie Markou! Here for your shots, I suppose?" He chirped.

Achilleus's eye twitched. He couldn't stand it when adults like this ignorant doctor called him by his nickname.

Maintaining self-control, the young teen held out his arm, wrist up, to receive the injection.

The doctor frowned and gave a curt nod.

You're not gonna cheer me up, douche bag. Achilleus thought as the needle punctured his skin, and the clear liquid was plunged into his veins. He believed this was his tetanus shot.

ha. He snorted. As if I'll ever be at risk for tetanus, what, am I gonna get a dirty splinter or something?

The doctor told him he was done, and the boy laughed and walked out.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() ()()()()()()()()()()()()

~Isabella~

The girl leaned her head wearily against the car window, brushing tangly reddish-brown hair out of her face. Her brother was humming maniacally to Beethoven right next to her.

Her brother was...odd, to say the least. His strangest quality was his refusal to let any of his friends know his name. Of course his sister knew it, but she seldom used it. She called him by her nickname for him; Spiko, on behalf of his spiky black hair.

"Isah!" He grinned excitedly. "We're not gonna get any of that brain-rotter pus-boil sickness!" He sang. Isabella rolled her eyes. "Well dahhhhhh, they've already proven that it only affects adults, stupid." She growled.

Spiko merely laughed off her comment.

Isabella rolled her eyes. She hated that her mom was moving them to Spitalfields. She had friends in Holloway! Thankfully her BEST friend, Skye, had moved to Spitalfields about a month prior. But, that didn't mean she had dodged leaving friends behind.

There was Lucy, who had been on her Basketball team, and there was Jackie, who had always been a positive note in Isabella's life. Of course, she couldn't forget her guy friends. Johnno, Chris, and of course; Achilleus.

Her guy friends were a great time, they were tough, but, well, so was she. All she had really needed was to shoot hoops and play Grand Theft Auto with those six people. Of all of them, she figured she would miss Achilleus the most. He had been, by far, her best guy friend since the 4th grade.

Isabella smiled at his memory. One time a kid at school had tried to sell them pot. That was, until they beat him bloody. Dumb drug-addled kid never bothered them again.

But that was all before the sickness came, and the schools were shut down. Nowadays, only the Hospital and supermarkets were open.

The reason her Mom was moving them was because she thought it was possible to escape the sickness.

As if. Isabella thought. Every adult will catch their death. Sorry, Mom, but I guess thats what you get for divorcing Dad and never ever letting us see him.

The girl sighed. She really hated her mother, Carissa. She had sent Spiko to go live with the children's grandparents, and only took him back when their grandfather died. Isabella supposed she just didn't want to deal with his mental issues. And once she did take him back, Carissa had practically left her daughter to take care of Spiko on her own.

I guess going clubbing is more important that raising your kids.. Isabella scowled.

Carissa spoke up. "We're here, kiddos." She pulled the car over to a large apartment complex. "The movers took care of our stuff, so we can just go in."

Isabella and Spiko got out of the small silver Nissan. The little brother bounced cheerfully toward the doors, his sister following glumly.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() ()()()()()()()()()()()()

Isabella flopped down on her bed. She was lucky to get her own new room, Spiko had to sleep on the couch. She flipped on the TV and turned to the news channel. She flicked it back off at the words; "Fifty more lives in the UK claimed today."

Isabella sat up and cracked her back. It wasn't so bad, she supposed. Adults were smart enough to create an antidote... Right? Like, they got through the black plague, which was rather similar to this.

She picked up her cell phone and texted Achilleus.

ISAH: I dont wanna move I dont wanna move i dont wanna MOVE! AKKIE! I dont wanna move.

AKKIE: lol. Hav funnnnn :)

ISAH: u mean

AKKIE: herpedy derp cry me a river.

ISAH: please die.

AKKIE: Nah.

Isabella put down her phone and laughed. Achilleus liked to be a pretend-ass to her. Just to get on her nerves, but he never meant anything by it. She could tell. But when he was trying to bother her, it seldom worked. Although Isabella never admitted it to ANYBODY, She kinda thought it was cute.

Isabella began to think a little about her friend. Did she actually think that she might like him? She considered the facts. He was a handsome kid; olive skin, gray-green eyes, and short black hair on a wiry, lithe figure. He wasn't very tall, a bit smaller than mid-height, but Isabella was a petite girl, and he had a good six inches on her. They liked some of the same music. Three Days Grace, Mayday Parade, Skrillex, and the Imagine Dragons.

Oh, who was she kidding? He was a good kid, but he just couldn't be her type. Besides, she doubted she would see him again.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

Achilleus

Achilleus put his phone down as his dad's car pulled into his driveway. They got out and headed back to their house.

The young teenager tromped to his room, being characteristically moody. Inside his small bedroom was a ice hockey stick, a trophy from and Ice hockey tournament, A dresser, a bedside table, a twin sized bed, and four walls littered with photographs and posters. Achilleus had forgotten what color his walls were even painted, he hadn't seen them in so long.

The boy laid down on his bed and sighed.

Try not to tire out of this room, kid. He told himself. You'll be imprisoned here for the next five years, then you're done. Over. You can move out and get an ordinary job and get an ordinary wife and have some ordinary kids and an ordinary life. You'll be able to be an average person soon, Achilleus. You'll be a nothing special. just like the rest of the population.

That is, if they don't all die first.

Das it for the first chapter! It WILL get better when the sickness starts taking over. Trust me, I have it all planned out. Also, a couple chapters might be songfic chapters...heh... I'm sorry! There were just so many songs that fit so many things! So yeah...

Thanks for reading, be sure to fav, just so you'll know when the new, better chapters come out ;) I promise the following authors notes won't be so long. See you next time!