Prologue

I felt unearthly as I stared at the moon and listened to the crickets chirp. It was chill outside, and I was guessing it was around one fifteen in the morning. I was yanked back to reality after a gun shot, and an eerie scream, from what seemed like a young woman. Even though I wasn't completely lost in my mind, I was just lying there, waiting to see what was next. As I waited, I heard someone jump the fence and scurry across the yard.
I saw flash lights and people in black, rushing to escape the scene. The yellow, white lights danced, and I was getting dizzy. It didn't take long before I was out.


Chapter One



It wasn't long after I was out that the illuminating lights from the sun woke me. Of course, like always, the painful, sudden brightness blinded me for a minute. Walking up to the back door to get inside, I discovered it was locked. Checking the front door I discovered that it too was locked. Thank goodness for the spare key under the door mat.
About five minutes after I got inside, I was walking out of my bedroom in a T-Shirt and sweats. The next room I was headed was the kitchen. "Hmmmm....what am I hungry for?" I asked myself, "Maybe..... OATMEAL! Yes, Oatmeal."
Prepared, the microwaveable bowl of apple Cinnamon oatmeal was placed into the microwave. Three minutes later my breakfast was done. Ring, ring. "Hello?" I asked.
"Hey, Brooke, it's me, Alison." "Oh, hey, what???s up?" "Oh, nothing. Do you want to come hang out with me?" "Sure, why not- where do you wanna meet up at?"
"Meet me at my house in thirty minutes." "Okay, see you there." ???Okay." Well, better get ready, I thought. Perfect, was my next thought.
In my reflection, I was wearing my black skirt with my grey short leggings, black knee-high platform boots, and two black bracelets on each arm. I was also wearing a pinstriped shoulder length tank top and an Alien belt. My fiery red hair was volumed. The only thing that was missing was my lucky red lipstick. But not for long.
Fifteen minutes. Right. Gotta go. I ran out the front door, where I tripped over the stone stairs, face first. I stood up and brushed off my outfit, when I spotted something black in the bushes.
It was shining as I picked it up, it stood out now. It was a gun with ash marks all over it. Probably from the guys dressed in black last night. I paced the stair case and then realized I ha