Chapter 2

Snow was falling in the small town of Haslington, England. A 17 year old boy walked home after the end of his AS-level exam. He heard the crunch of the snow under his shoes as he walked closer to his house, step by step. It was strange weather in the middle of June. He pulled out a key from his left pocket and looked at the number beside the front door. 3145, Johnson residence.

He opened the door and walked inside, kicking the snow off his shoes. He looked to his right, to see his white bedroom door with his name on the outside. Alex. He opened his door, to grab his suitcase. He was soon to go on a school celebratory trip to Hawaii for 3 months. He knew that he should just slip out, to avoid a big scene.

Alex quickly slipped off his school uniform, replacing it with a pair of denim jeans and a black hooded jumper. He then quickly removed his contact lenses and placed his glasses on his face. He looked in the mirror. His skin had a slight tan from working in his grandfather's field, yet it still seemed a little pale, instead of a normal peachy colour.

In the corner of his eye, he could see a flashing light from the window. He thought nothing of it, thinking that it must be a police car or something else that had just driven by. He walked towards the kitchen to grab a slice of cake to eat. He opened the cupboard and pulled out a lemon drizzle cake. Alex grabbed a knife and sliced off a quarter of the cake, which he then devoured it in a couple of bites, leaving a few crumbs on the side. Quickly, he brushed them to the floor."The dog will eat it later" he said to the rest of the cake.

He suddenly heard a weird whirring noise coming from outside. By instinct, he grabbed his suitcase and went to investigate.

Alex unlocked the door and walked outside. In a millisecond, He was pulled into the air, legs first, into a swirling vortex in the sky. A hand like shape went for his leg, but he kicked it away.

A dark, metallic voice boomed "Target lost". Alex fell. He looked below him, only to see a binding light in front of him. He put the bag in front of him, in an attempt to cushion the landing, but his right arm was caught on the front. As he landed with a crash, his arm felt like it was about to come off. He lost consciousness as he heard a girls voice inqurire "Are you alright?"