Prologue 2

There was a flash, and everything went white.

See, this is why I hate rallies. The freaking cops always show up and throw flash-bangs at us. I doubt they even realize the past eight rallies have all been organized by one person, me.

They have all been about the same thing, the missing children. There are tons of them, and I can tell that the police aren't concerned in the least. How I know this, it's because I was one of them. My name is Terra, and I'm one of the children missing from the last couple of years. I know exactly what happened to the others as well. They were used in genetic experiments.