Prologue

I urged forward with all my power but they were gaining on me. I stumbled from time to time but quickly got up to continue running. I ran as fast as I could but it didn't matter they were only inches away.

I reached out into the darkness hoping for something that could save my life knowing that nothing would.

My legs started to wobble and my panting became heavier with every breath but I kept moving forward.

Blood dripped from my hands and constant pain evaded me.
My legs couldn't hold me up any longer and gave out on me; thrashing my body into a tree. My mind was incoherent and I dug my hands into the dirt in desperation to get up. My body was paralyzed.

They stood in front of me now. It was too late.

Chapter 1

I woke up in complete blackness. I wondered if I was still unconscious. I blinked furiously hoping to find something that could make sense in the darkness.

I rubbed my forehead. It hurt. I wonder why? Where am I?

I risked getting up. Didn't work, my legs buckled and I fell back down against the cold, solid ground.

"Damn!" I shouted.

I got on all fours again and struggled to get up once again.

Why was I so weak? Have I eaten' recently? Was I on the brink of death?

When I managed to get up. I threw my hands out blindly trying to feel my way. Wasn't of any use though. There were no walls. No objects. Nothing.

"Is she awake yet?" I heard an irritated voice say.

My face brightened. Was someone there?

"No, but she's twitching like hell." I heard another say.

I followed the unknown voices, then...Suddenly fell.

"Hey! She's awake!" Someone yelled.

"Hold her down! Get the guns!"

I tossed my head from side to side, eyes still closed. They're so loud.

I felt hands grasp my body. What's going on?

I heard clicks and strange, unfamiliar noises. I could think clearly now.

I felt something sharp and cool at my throat. A knife?

My heart skipped a beat when I felt a warm breath at my ear.

"Don't move."

I gulped in a big chunk of air.

"What do we do with her?"

I heard another click even closer. A gun.

"We kill her."

"Are you insane?" Someone screeched. "If we kill her he will..."

"Isn't that what we want?"

The person near me spoke, "Jack. Think about someone else besides you for once. You're not the only one who wants war but she might have it."

There was an awkward silence but I still kept my eyes closed.

"Take her to one of our special cells. You and Jack keep guard. We still don't exactly know what she's capable of."

I was suddenly lifted to two feet.

"Walk."

I obeyed.

"Right here, Crow?"

Crow? That was a strange name. Then again everything right now is strange.

"Yeah."

I walked, still not sure whether to open my eyes yet or not. Suddenly I was shoved into a room. I fell, my arms catching me before I fell face first. I heard an eerie squeak then a loud slam.

I stayed close to the ground. I opened one eye slowly then the other. My eyes carefully scanned the vacant room. I sighed, relieved that there was no danger in my presence, but then a new problem hit me.

I'm locked up in a deserted room. Why? I don't know. And now I realized that my body ached, I rolled onto my back, not caring about the dirty floor at the moment, and caressed my neck. My stomach twisted in pain. Probably from hunger.

I got up slowly then carefully stumbled my way through the room and towards the only shining light coming from the little creases in the door.

Someone coughed outside the door.

"All we have to do is sit here right?" I recognized the voice and guessed that it was Jack.

"Yes, Just in case." Then that voice must belong to Crow

"I don't trust it. She escaped from Sephiran she could escape from here. We should kill her while we have the chance."

I cringed at his harsh words.

"Now, now Jack. Let's not get hasty."

"She's a killer, Crow. You saw what she done to Seth."

There was a short pause then a sigh.

"Yes." Crow whispered.

"I'm sure she enjoyed it to." Jack sneered.

"Jack!" Crow snapped. "I don't want to think about it."

What? Are they talking about me? But...But I never killed anyone! Have I? No. And, who's Sephiran?

They must have the wrong person. Yeah, that's it. The wrong person.

I looked around and shuffled my feet. Maybe I should say something? After all they captured me.

I cleared my throat. "Excuse me? I-I think-"

A loud gunshot cut me off.

"You're pushing it. After all of what your kind did your lucky your still alive!"

M-my kind? Then...there not human?

I rubbed my hands. They were shaking. I'm confused and scared.

Who are these people? What's going on?

I got up and stretched. My back cracked along with my arms.

"I fell asleep." I muttered to myself.

I looked over and spotted a tray of food. Hunger took over me and I quickly gnawed through my food.

When I finished I licked my lips. I wanted more but I'm sure that was impossible.

I wish I could remember my name at least. My mind was foggy. Images would flash through my head from time to time but I could never pin point anything.

Tears welled up in my eyes. Am I a murderer, a killer? That frightened me more then anything. No, I refused to believe it.

I ran my fingers through my short brown hair. Yuck! It's greasy. How long has it been since I've took a shower last?

I shifted my weight forward to get up. I tried to lean against the wall for support but when I did a wave of pain overcame me and I collapsed. The room lit up in a red glow. My vision was going in and out and I felt dizzy. What was that? When I noticed my shoulder was bleeding my mind started to fill with red images.

I was walking I remembered, blood covered the ground like a sea.

My hand clenched something. I don't know what though.

"I hope you're prepared to die." I spoke to someone whom I did not recognize.

"They'll kill you."

"Give it to me." I said calmly.

"No."

"Aw, come on Seth. Let's end on good terms." I held out my hand expecting for something to drop into it while noticing I was carrying a trinket of some sort.

"They'll kill you."

I clicked my tongue "How irritating."

Before I could lift my finger a hand was placed firmly on my shoulder. Instead of embracing myself I grinned.

"It's nice to see you again, Damon."

I heard the flap of wings and grabbed a black feather before the memory dispersed.

I blinked several times then covered my mouth. I felt like vomiting. What just happened? And my shoulder was still bleeding.

I looked down at myself in who knows how long.

I wore a stained gray shirt with some ragged jeans and my feet were bare.

I laughed at myself. I felt like a hobo. I pulled the end of my shirt up to my shoulder to help stop the bleeding.

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out slowly. The images came back again so I flung open my eyes and gagged.

I wonder if Seth lived? Who was that guy? Damon did I call him? I keep getting this feeling that I really screwed up. And...I'm missing something. Something important.