Soooo, hey, people! Sorry I haven't posted anything for, well, like, forever. But hey, what you gonna do? I have been busy with school and stuff, blah, blah, blah. This is my new story which I thought up a few days ago and have suddenly fallen in love with so expect a good few updates! It's a bit random but I love it. 8D Oh... and don't worry, people! 'What If?' will be updated very soon! I just have to, er, re-read it and remember the actual storyline so I can refresh the old noggin. ^^;; Hope you enjoy this! Please review! :D

The machine reved, and I cringed as the gears inside began to turn. I crawled out from underneath it before I could be caught in the devices, wiping my forehead of the dust and grime. The others in the room were starting up other machines, each jumping at their awful roaring sounds. No matter how many times any of us had heard the noises, we still felt a shock at their horrid moanings.

I was about to take to cleaning the floor when a familiar face crashed through the door, waving his arms around and catching everyones attention.
"Everyone! Everyone!" he cried. His name was Raoul Booker, one of the youngest of us all. "Everyone, hurry up, stand to attention, all of you! The master is coming this way in his carriage!"
"The master?" Commotion built up amongst us all. Each child put away their cleaning instruments and stood neatly in a line, tallest to smallest.

I was at the end. The smallest of the bunch.

We were all the same age range; about fourteen to eighteen. I was sixteen and the littlest of the lot. I wasn't pestered about this though, as we all had more important and worse things to worry about.

"He's coming!"

"Be quiet! Don't say anything unless you're spoken to!"

And just like that, when the door was opened, the entire room fell silent.

Our master, slim yet bold, standing tall with his cane in hand, stepped into the room. His eyes wandered without a twist of his head, and I held my breath as he almost seemed to scan us each in turn. I was the last.
He nodded to himself before turning to face us. His brows pulled together and he made a short noise through his nose. He looked back into the corridor where we could not see and gestured as though something was waiting on the other side.

"Come on, boy. We haven't got all day."

There was a pause. The quiet air hovered. I heard the tap-tap of slow footsteps on the crooked stone steps. And then I saw a face peering around the door, walking inside hesitantly after the master.

He stood before us, staring as though he was almost puzzled. He was rather short but taller than I, thin yet strong looking and undoubtedly confident. His crimson eyes gazed upon each of us like a hawk; his hair was more than similar to mine, standing up in thick black spikes bordered by a highlight of red, and blonde streaks cascading upwards into it.

And he looked at me first. Unlike anyone else, he looked at me. And he smiled.

So, uh, yeah, that was the first little...chapter? Or was it a prologue sort of thing? Anyways, I know it was short but there shall be another update soon! ^^ Please review!