6
In his head, I learned my own history: I was kidnapped at birth by Itex, this particular operation headed by myself. After my genetics were changed, Timeline simply helped me disappear from Itex, and returned me to my parents. However, when they got me back, the boy with my name was already dead, with a tombstone and everything.
So they came up with this solution. I was not Timothy Line, but his twin brother Terrance. They believed that this would not only allow me to live relatively normally, but would put me off of Itex's radar. But they were wrong.
They were dead wrong.
7
My family is annoying at some times, but they understand the importance of my secrecy. Sure they bug me about it all the time when we're alone, but when there's company over, their lips are sealed.
My mother, Elizabeth Line, is a bit overweight, but cares for me and my brother to the point of absolute trust.
This brings me to my brother, Aaron Line. He's a good friend, and the kind of guy you would want on your side in a fight, even though he's calm most of the time.
And then, of course, there's my father, Gordon Line. He runs his own business, but he's home all the time working on some project or another. He's a nice man, who is stern at times, but always knows what's best, logically and for the heart.
But now, I don't know why it matters. Perhaps I'm only telling you this so that this next part will hurt you as much as it does me.
8
I la...uh...arrived at home after school. It was relatively late in the day, so I didn't really see anyone. But when I got to the driveway, I could immediately tell something was wrong. It was too quiet. Normally, when I approached the door, my two dogs would usually be barking their heads off in excitement. Instead, the only sound I heard was the wind. Then I noticed the problem.
The door had been forced in. The frame was completely busted, although someone had tried to conceal it. I went inside, a chill running down my spine. When I reached the living room, I was horrified.
Whoever it was hadn't even bothered trying to conceal the bodies.
I saw two strangers standing there in the living room, holding my brother, bound and gagged, and obviously unconscious. Then I saw what was past them. My parents were lying dead on the ground, torn open by the claws of some weird creature.
The two strangers then spoke. "Come with us, bird-boy, or the same thing will happen to your brother," they said in unison, observing my horrified gaze at the bodies of my parents. But I couldn't listen. My thoughts wouldn't allow it. If I tried to take on both at once, myself and my brother would be dead, and what's worse: They know my secret. All these years, I thought that no one knew, but now my confidence has been crushed. So I did the only thing left to me.
I flew.