Chapter One
A terrible Beginning
My name is Flair Gomez, I am 7 years old and this is my story.
It was my turn to watch the vault,- a big empty room that's sealed with enchantments to keep the shadow beings locked away, I sat down in the overseers chair, a big backed chair with velvet covered cushions. Looking but never touching the control panel with all its flashing buttons and round knobs . I peer into the vast empty vault and see a hulking wolf like shape, pacing back and forth, back and forth. The thing tilts its head towards the window, where its eyes should have been there was huge gaping black pits. I wonder if it knew I was here watching it.
I feel the room getting cold, like someone just poured a pale of ice cold water all over me and turned on a fan. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my fingers tingle and I lose the feeling in my body. I hear screams, the screams of my family.
A few minutes, maybe hours pass and I get my feeling back, everything's silent. I open my eyes and scream. Right before me is my family, all in a perfect row. Dead. No blood, no wounds, nothing to show that they were killed. My face feels wet, I touch my hand to my cheek and sure enough its wet with tears. I crawl in between my mother and father's cold dead bodies and curl up. To die maybe, I don't know.
But death doesn't come. My sister does. I'm being shaken, shaken hard by something. I refuse to listen to the voice and open my eyes, all I want to do is die why is that so hard. The hot iron hard grip on my fore arms hurt but I will not open my eyes, I will not give into this voice.
"Please flair, please, open your eyes," another hard shake. My head flings back and forth, but I do not open my eyes. "Flair, please, what happened here?" No I will not, I will not open my eyes.
I hear a big sigh and the iron hard grip leaves. I can not help but open my eyes, my curiosity takes the better of me. Its become so quite. My eyes make a sweep of the small room. I see the book shelf, the door to the bunker and the overseers chair with the panel in front of it. Nothing that wasn't here before.
A flash of movement catches my eye and my head whips to the corner of the room. The air shimmers, as if from heat, but the shimmer is more or less the shape of a girl. I stand up, move around the bodies of my family and walk, very slowly over to the shimmer. All the while scanning the room for something to use as a weapon, anything, an old pipe, something. When I get to the shimmering spot I reach towards where the head would be, I grab hold of it, and pull.
The hood comes off to reveal, long blond hair, hard green eyes and a perfect face. My sister, Shimmer, ironic isn't it. Shimmer is my oldest sister she is 19 years old, and she loves punching things, with her one of a kind Power-Fists.(A pair of metal gloves, the way they work is when you punch something, or someone, the hydraulics kick in to give your punch a little more kick)
"Shimmer?" I just barely choke out.
"Flair what happened here?" her voice trembles.