General Duckie and I do not own Twilight. But we do own Alyssa, Alexis, Christian, Kyan and Scarlett. Oh and any other new character that pops up in the story. xDDD
A Backwards World
Prologue
I never knew what they meant when they said we were special. Now I know.
Chapter One
Screams of terror pulsated through the dark, smoke-filled night. Huts were ablaze with bright flames, contrasting with the darkness. Cries of misery emitted from the villagers, mourning for the death of loved ones. In the village square, small yet ferocious wolves were immersed in battle against these strange hooded figures. Me and Alexis were daring out into the danger, retrieving the injured and taking them back to the healers. Healers – the name says it all; they heal people. We had just got back from a rescue mission when we got the news that one of our elders was severely injured. I looked at Alexis and she nodded. We took off to the battlefield. Alexis and I went separate ways to find him. "Lyss, I've found him," Alexis sent through the bond.
"Kay. Hold on, I'm coming," I responded. I ran to the area I saw in her head. Alexis came into view, she was leaning over Dakota. I rushed to her side.
"Dakota! We're here to take you to Diana," I said. Diana is the head healer.
"No, child. My minutes are numbered. Just stay with me," he said, hoarsely.
"No. Don't talk like that," I said, my eyes tearing up.
"We need to get you to the healers," Alexis said seriously. She never cries ever since our parents disappeared.
"You're different than the others," Dakota whispered. His eyes slowly closed. A single tear ran down my face. Alexis nudged me.
"Lyssa," she murmured.
"I am having a moment ok," I answered. She nudged me again, harder this time.
"Lyssa," she whisper-shouted.
"What!?!" I hissed, looking at her. She pointed up. I glanced to where she was pointing. There surrounding us were the same hooded figures that were attacking our village. They closed in slowly until they were close enough to easily grab us. My first reaction was to protect the body of Dakota.
"Stay away from him," I growled. One of them laughed.
"We're not going to touch him," purred the one who laughed. He seemed to be the leader of this little group. Alexis bared her teeth at the strangers. No one paid attention to her. But they did when the most animalistic growl came from her. I looked at her in surprise, but something wasn't adding up. She looked just as shocked as I did. Another growl was heard, much more louder and much more ferocious. A boy, maybe a few years older than us, leaped over the strangers in hoods, landing with a thud in front of us. His hair was black and his eyes a deep green. He stood in front of us, protectively. He glared at the strangers menacingly and a few backed away. The leader of the group chuckled at this new-comer. The guy, who was risking his life for us, simply growled in response.
"Now, now Christian. No need to be like that," the leader said in an alluring voice.
Just then something from behind me yanked me towards it and I slammed into what felt like a metal wall. A hand covered my face and I struggled to breathe. From the grunts I heard to the side of me, I knew that Alexis had been caught as well. I started to fight back as I was being dragged away. In my peripheral vision, I saw Alexis fighting against her captor. I tried to call out for help, but the hand eliminated any figure of speech. I knew that I had to escape. I bit down hard on my captor's hand and he removed it as he cried out in pain. "Help! Help!" I started yelling. Christian – I'm guessing that's his name, seeming as that's what the leader called him – flew at him and knocked the leader into a hut. With alarming speed, he turned and advanced towards us. The rest of the hooded figures stepped out in front of us and stood in a defensive position waiting for the battle that was about to come.
"There's no way he's going to win this," Alexis told me.
"Stop being pessimistic," I responded. I was right. Right after I told Alexis to stop being pessimistic, Christian did this cool side flip-thing and took out a couple of hooded figures. The other guys zoomed in on Christian like a swarm of bees. There were a lot of thuds, grunts and thwacks. I winced throughout the whole spectacle. Though what surprised me was that our captors stood there watching the fight, instead of kidnapping us. How stupid could they get? He charged through the crowd of hooded figures knocking them into the air. I began cheering Christian on, encouraging, until my captor slapped his hand over my mouth but tighter. It hurt like hell and I'm pretty sure I heard Alexis growl. Christian neared us and our captors seemed to realize this as they let go and prepared to fight. Alexis darted over to me, concern written into the features of her face. I nodded my reassurance and turned to see Christian taking on both our captors. He was winning!
I glanced at Alexis and rolled my eyes. She was staring at him like he was an angel. "Typical," I thought. Alexis turned and looked at me. Oops, she heard me. Suddenly Christian lifted us both of us up in his arms, running faster than any normal person should. I watched Alexis as she looked back and followed her gaze at the many hooded figures in pursuit, but more importantly the burning remains of our home, and the blood of our family and friends.
I was trying to wake up when a fist connected with my arm. "Yow!" I shrieked. From the corner of my eye, I saw Christian raise an eyebrow. I stared innocently at Alexis, who was glaring at me.
"Don't give me that look! Next time you decide to have a nightmare, don't drag me into it," she whispered harshly, probably so no one could over hear us.
"Sorry. You know I can't help it," I whispered back.
"Pfft!" she said, slapping me knee lightly.
"Pfft!" I replied, slapping her back harder.
"Pfft!" Slap!
"Pfft!" Slap!
"Pfft" Slap!
"Pfft" Slap!
We sat there slapping each other wildly, until Christian who sat across from us, pulled us apart and sat between us. "Enough," he ordered. Alexis and I looked at him in disbelief.
"Pfft!" we said together, turning away from him. A loud buzz echoed through the transmitter followed by an undecipherable robotic voice.