"Are you ready?" The boy asked, pratically shouting across the yard. His loud, high pitched voice forming a slight echo.
The young girl was almost half way across the open field. A big yellow disc was grasped firmly in her hand as she ran. She panted heavily, placing her hand on a tall Oak tree, which marked the starting point of their game.
"I'm ready!" Amity called back. She slowly brought her arm back behind her head and whisked it swiftly in the air, heading staright for the boy.
With his small size and quick feet, the boy broke into a run. Once he was close enough, he whipped off his jacket and launched himself up into they air, small black wings quickly unfolding to hold his weight. The boy caught the disc just in time (before he seriously injured himself of course). He twisted himself in the air and hurled it back to his sister.
Amity quckly stepped out of the way as it flew past the oak tree and hitting hard against the fence.
"Wow, great job Andrew!" She praised him excitedly as he slowly came down for a landing, brushing off the fact that the disc could of possibly given her a concussion.
Andrew ran up to his older sister excitedly and hugged her around the waist.
"You were actually able to stay in the air long enough to catch it this time!" Amity teased and looked down at him.
The five year old looked up half surprised before sticking his tongue out childishly, teasing her right back. Amity chuckled and ruffled his raven-balck hair.
Andrew was a skinny 5-year old boy with spikey black hair. And if you're wondering about the wings... I'll get to that later.
The sound of a big black truck pulling up in the front yard made Amity's senses become alert. She grabed Andrews hand and pulled him toward the back door of their house. She opened the door and shoved him inside, quickly following behind. They ended up hiding behind their living room couch.
"No, I don't know what you're talking about!" Amity's mothers voice rang throughout the house, sounding loud and fierce.
Amity strained her ears to listen more, her heart pounding so much that it scared her (and she wondered if anyone else could hear it).
"Don't play games with us, Mam. We know you've been hiding them these past 10 years and it is time to give them up." A deep, formal voice answered. I peeked over the couch edge to see a tall man with a serious bussiness-man kind of expression. He was caucasian and wearing a stiff black suite and tie.
"If you refuse to cooperate with us mam I'm afraid I'm going to have to investigate your-" The man made a move to step inside the house but was cut off by her mother blocking the door way.
She spoke firmly, her voice like acid. "You're not placing one hand on my kids!" She glared up at them. Her eyes squinting so much they looked like little slits. If looks could kill, that man would be dead. Another man walked up behind him and confronted the woman, but by then Amity had already stopped listening.
Amity slowly slid back down behind the couch. She glanced over, seeing how nervous and fearful her brother was. She scooted toward him, wraped her arms and wings around him, and brought him in for a hug.
Amity knew what these people wanted, they wanted to take Amity and Andrew back to a lab far away from here and study them (or in this case, brutally torture and experiment on them). About 10 years ago Amity's parents volunteered for the lab, letting them making Amity and Andrew who they are now. After Amity was born, her parents soon realized what they had done was a big mistake, and they refused to give her up to the scientists. This enfuriated them, which caused Amity's parents to go on the run and keep us away from them. They traveled down to the countryside with her grandparents and lived there. About five years after Amity was born, Andrew somehow was born with the avian DNA inside him. So if you haven't pieced this all together, they were both mutant bird people.
"Whats going on, here!" Amity's fathers voice startled her from her thoughts. She heard his loud footsteps heading toward the door.
"You guys have some nerve coming back to us." He snapped, looking the men straight in the eyes. He quickly motioned his hand toward the doorknob and tried to shut it on them, but seeing what he was planing the two men shoved past him and made their way into their home.
"Enough games, where are they!" The first man said irritatedly and searched around the living room.
Before Amity had time to process what was happening the man came around the corner, startling her so much she nearly wet herself.
The man reached his hand toward her, aiming to grab the back of her shirt collar, but Amity was too quick and took off toward the back door with Andrew right behind her. She through the door open and head off running barefoot through the dew-coated grass. Then she heard gun shots. Not the ones with deadly bullets, but with darts. This lunatic had a dart gun with him!
"Stop this! We don't have what you want!" Amity's mother shouted desperately as she tried to shove the door in their faces. Once again more men in suites burst through the door, this time carrying a small crate. Another man stepped into the household, much taller and older looking than all of them, and he wore dark, serious-looking bussiness shades to cover his eyes. He was probably the one responsible for all this chaos.
He slowly made his way around the men holding the crate and confronted the couple.
"I'm sorry that I have to do this, but you leave me no choice..." He said as he hand made his way toward the latch of the cage, his voice almost sounding sorry for them. He paused and looked up at them.
"You have one final warning to tell me where they are, or you will be meeting whats inside this cage." He smirked. "And you won't enjoy it."
The father stepped infront of his wife and spread his arms out in an attempt to sheild her from whatever was about to come next.
"Do what you want with us, but you're not taking our children." He rasped.
"I've read about you, you and your aweful experiments. You're a cruel man!" He spat angrily. The Directed didn't even flinch at his remark. Instead he took a few steps back and unlatched the cage.
"Very well..."
Intense growling sounded inside the crate. Amity's father closed his eyes and braced himself for what was to come.
A blood-curtling scream echoed through the house and into the yard as well as vicious snarling, making Amity's spine crawl. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, yet she kept on running. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and the distance between her and the man was steadily increasing. But then he shot the gun. Luckily, it went right passed Andrew and slightly skimmed the hairs on top of his head. She peered over at Andrew and saw that he was losing stamina fast and rapidly slowly down. Before he could get too far behind her she grabed him by the wrist, jerked him foward and through him high into the air. He immediately spread his wings out and soared, as if what just happened was an everyday-thing. She leaped into the air with him and scooped him up in her arms, knowing that at his age he wasn't able to stay flying for too long. She flapped her wings hard and started to quickly gain altitude.
But the man shot his gun once more.
And this time he didn't miss.
It was like hitting your hip on the sharp edge of a table, it burned and stung and almost too your breathe away. Soon where the needle had punctured her sensitive skin numbed her, making her feel drowsy. She started to fly abnormally, feeling light-headed and nausious as the world around her began twisting and swirling into odd shapes and colors. She knew she was losing altitude, that the ground was approaching drastically, but she was helpless to do anything. Instead, she clutched Andrew tightly in her arms and let gravity pull her back down.
Thats when everything went black.
She woke up to the sounds of voices, frightened whimpering, and a man rattling the bars of her cage. She slowly looked up to find a face looking her straight in the eyes, smiling at her wickedly. She had no idea what was happening, where she was, or even had the smallest clue of who she was. All she knew was that the door to her confined prison was being opened, and two muscular hands reached in to grab her. Then it all kind of went downhill from there.
Alrighty! Thats the ending of the prologue. First let me just answer some possible questions some of you may be thinking.
What was in the cage?:
I'm glad you asked. It was an Eraser, one of the first ones they had created.
Where did she go?:
She was transfered back to the lab where she was supposed to be for a long time.
How old is Amity?:
About 10 years old in this prologue, keep in mind the prologue is what happened five years ago.
Why was her name Amity?:
She was originally named Amity, until she lost her memory from both the dart and the fall.
What happened to her parents?:
I'm pretty sure you know.
What happened to Andrew?:
_*_*SPOILERS*_*_
Now if you excuse me, I'm off to edit some chapters XD