New Moon Book 1:The New Army
Prologue
It was a dark and stormy night. The small girl was sleeping by her window, dreaming the unthinkable. Then, two figures came in through the window without a sound. One observed the girl, while the other scanned the room. "Can I do this one, Johnson?" said one of them, as he walked to the door.
"Very well, Mac," said Johnson. Mac then walked up to the girl and lowered his head to her's. He then bit her on the neck as Johnson stuffed her into a large potato sack. The two then exited through the window with their new recruit hunched over Johnson's back.
Chapter 1:Iron and Flesh
If one were to say all was peaceful and quiet in the Silver family household that Saturday morning, that particular person would either be deafened or have a major mental disability.
The only quiet activity within the house was Duncan Silver, quietly reading his book. His sister, Tessa, was on her laptop computer, doing something in which no one but her knew, would know in the near future, or ever knew. But she had constantly shouted comments such as "SHUT UP!!" or "Hush" and even "Axel, if I hear you say 'batter' one more time, I will staple both of your mouths shut!" into the kitchen.
The two twins, Axel and Marcus, were bickering about how to make human style waffles. "Why must you needlessly complicate everything?" Marcus had shouted to his brother. "It says you need to use the stupid iron," Axel snapped back, pointing at a crimpled book. Duncan raised his head, sniffed the air, and jumped out the window.
He returned a few minutes later with a rabbit hanging by it's neck in his mouth. He went into the kitchen, cut up the rabbit, and put the pieces into the waffle batter without saying a word. And for some bazaar reason unknown to anyone, this made the twins finish making their food without opening their mouths.
The four siblings were soon at the table, eating a mixture of burnt waffles, poorly prepared eggs within said waffles, and fresh kill. Little did they know that the unthinkable would happen that particular Saturday morning.
Marcus heard a knock on the door and went to answer it. He opened the door to reveal a large man with a handlebar moustache and a military uniform. "Duncan Silver please," said the man in a hushed and low voice. Thirty seconds later, Duncan approached the man, and was picked up onto his back.
Duncan constantly threw futile resistance punches at the mans waist, and soon found himself within a large green van. Then another man, with a scar below his eye, punched hi in the stomach. And he lost consciousness.