A/N Ello, everyone. To those of you who have read this story before, you'd know this is the third time I've re-posted it, I'm sorry for that. But this time it's done it's over with. It will permanently stay up.

Prologue(Eric).

The day they killed the adults of Gatlin was horrific. The blood and screaming, it played through my head like a film projector, it was searing into my mind.

I was working with my father in the cornfield (o r what was left of it, stupid drought ); it was a usual Sunday afternoon in Gatlin, Nebraska. All of the kids (w ho aren ' t fucked up in the head) were in the church for service. The other kids were in the clearing for Isaac ' s sermon. He disgusted me. He just had this ominous feeling around him; if I could I would run him out of town myself. My father didn ' t really care one way or another ; he knew I could look after myself. I was fifteen, but I had the maturity of an 18 year old.

"Eric?" I heard my father call out on the other side of the cornfield.

"Yeah?"

It took a minute and my father came stumbling out of the row in front of me. I guess he was tired of yelling across the corn.

"You've been working too hard out here," I watched him pull out his wallet "Here, go on a break, take Rebecca and go to Hansen's" he ordered fishing out a twenty.

I snatched the money straight out of his hand "Righty-O pops."

Rebecca, my girlfriend lived with her younger sister Tara, and single mother just around the corner of Job and Sara's house, when I came to Gatlin, I hated the whole place, a drastic change from Los Angeles. My father thought that a change to a more simple life would be better for me. When we arrived in Gatlin, we were welcomed with open arms, but the whole Amish lifestyle just didn ' t settle with me. I had to endure torture like that for three years, just when I got so fed up with it, I was on my way home to tell father to take us back to LA, and I bumped into her, C upid shoved that heart shaped arrow so far up my ass, that any thought of leaving was flushed away. She came with her mother and sister from Chicago, with the same excuse that we had, a " simpler life " , Rebecca had an even better reaction with the town then I did, everyone loved her, Job and Sara the most, They even convinced their parents to let her babysit them every now and then.

"Neat." I dropped the sickle and started walking off.

I decided to take a shortcut through the clearing. The idea of seeing Becca clouded my thinking; Isaac Chroner's (A.K.A the shit-head preacher boy) sermon was still going on.

I didn't want to be near it, but it's too late to go back now.

I was almost to the clearing."His light will shine our way." a voice was calling out of the cornfield. "We will do his bidding today",

Only one voice was this annoying; Isaac. He was doing his Moses thing. Spouting his crap about He who walks behind the rows. Ever since he came here a few months ago, all he ever talked about was that damn god of his, the adults think he's just playing, and the kids take him seriously.

I peeked out into the clearing to see if it was over, and something caught my eye, Where the hell are all the older kids ? Malachai, Amos, and Joseph ? They never miss the sermons.

The group was starting to leave, and I just decided to take my chance. I started strutting through the field, trying my best not to draw attention to myself. It didn ' t last long, Isaac, with that smug look of his was waiting for me, blocking my path. His overgrown hat, was casting an ominous shadow over his face. The boy liked to have a tough demeanor, but he was half my size, I could easily toss him out of the way, but then I would have an angry mob of kids chasing my ass. He ' s commandeered their loyalties.

"Eric, how are you doing this fine morning?" Isaac lips crawled into a dark smile "have you finally decided to join us,?"

Just to humor him I let out a small chuckle "Sorry Isaac, you know religion and I don't mix." He's been trying to get Becca and I to covert for a while now. Even trying to go so far as to convert Job and Sara. I don't know what he did, but he's intrigued Tara.

Isaac just continued that evil smile of his " He understands, you just need time, his will shall come to fruition today, and cleanse the town of sinners that has caused this drought. "

"And who would be the sinners in question?"

Once again he just let out another evil chuckle "The adults."

Something in that sentence caught my attention, and my gut just clenched, as horror race through my head. I started striding away from him, When I finally got far enough my feet started running like hell. The whole conversation started playing in my head, especially the key parts, his will shall come to fruition today, and cleanse the town of sinners that has caused this drought. The Adults.

I started running faster and faster into the town, I hoped I was paranoid, but I had the sensation that something was going down. I jumped out to the end of the cornfield, then entered the alleyway, there was a big container hiding behind the dumpster next to Hansen's. The scent coming from the container, I open the lid to inspect it, a clear liquid filled the container almost to the brim, there was an empty one next to it. I dipped my index, and middle finger in it and smelled it. Cyanide. Cool thing I was born with the genetic quirk to smell it. What the hell is Cyanide doing here?

I decided to go through the back door into the diner, and horror struck me again as the first thing I saw was the teens starting to butcher the adults, my first instinct was to run, but then I got sight of Job, I couldn't leave him there. against any thought of self-preservation, I shot out into the fray, before Job knew what happened I picked him up and tried to open the front door. I struggled with the door, Malachai must of locked it. "God Damn it!" I roared.

Malachai heard me and walked over to me. He held the blood drenched knife in my line of sight.

"Where are you going?" Malachai asked me.

"What business is it of yours Malachai." I spat, holding Job tighter.

I glanced over to Isaac, he smiled at me and began to walk towards the door. Malachai lowered the knife from my face and unlocked the door for Isaac.

"Hello, Eric." Isaac said calmly.

I shot a deadly glare at him. "I knew it! You were behind this weren't you Isaac?!"

"It's the lord's will." Isaac smiled. "Where were you going?"

"I'm taking Job, Sara, Tara, and Rebecca. We're leaving Gatlin."

"No you aren't." Isaac looked at Malachai.

Malachai stepped back up to me, hand gripped on the hilt of the knife. I shoved Job behind me in the corner of the wall.

Isaac looking down. " He who walks behind the rows would not allow. All this is god's will, join us Eric. "

I shifted my gaze from Isaac to Malachai, back to Isaac "God can kiss my white ass."

Isaac's smile quickly faded as I insulted his god. He nodded at Malachai.

Malachai quickly swung his knife at me, but I managed to grab his hand. I shot a kick into his gut and ripped the knife from his hand. I threw another punch at him and struck his throat, Knocking him unconscious. I may be 15, but I was strong for my age. The other three teens walked up, but before they could raise their weapons, I grabbed Isaac by the throat, and brought the knife up to his throat.

Isaac was calm, too calm for being in a hostage situation. " You're actions are futile Eric, this is the end. "

In a split second all my decisions were final "No, Isaac." My voice growled so low, it scared me. "This is just the beginning." I quickly slide the blade against his cheek, leaving a scar, before Isaac's followers could do anything I picked him up and threw him at them. I quickly shattered and jumped out the window running down the street. I knew I left Job there, just as much I knew he, Sara, and Tara would be safe, but Rebecca would be a different story, I had to get to her as fast as I could.

I ran to the first place I could think of, her house, she was standing on the porch. Her brown hair, and alabaster skin was coated in blood, her eyes red from sobbing. I quickly jumped on the porch and picked her up. " Becca, Becca! W hat happened ?"

Becca just stared at me "Tara, she killed mom and ran away." She continued to cry.

I pulled Becca into an embrace, picked her up and I started running.