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Zexidus
A Warriors Heartache
Part 1
By: Lauryl Boucher

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-PrologueLance, are you ready? a man asked, though it sounded more like a statement.
He was only about a half head taller than me and was dressed in a fine, white uniform.
His hair was white with grey streaks in it, a look I would eventually carry on. A certain
light radiated from him that I cant even begin to describe.
We stood in a plain, white room, face to face. A blinding white light boldly
streamed through an open door behind me.
I gave a curt nod, hitching my light weight bag higher on my shoulder.
Now Im warning you-
Yeah, yeah, I know. I rolled my eyes. My life isnt going to be easy, but I know I
can do it, Grandpa. Im gonna hold your name sacred to me. I wont let anyone kick dirt
on it.
Lance, Grandpa sighed, putting his hands on my shoulders. Im worried about
you, I could care less how my name is treated.
Remember? I was chosen for this. I smiled reassuringly. They said I was the
strongest of heart, meant for this.
Grandpa sighed again, studying my face with a concerned expression. He had a
look in his eye that I could tell he was hiding something from me. I tried to read his
expression to figure out what it something was, but he looked away.
Lance, I know youre confident about this, but I need you to be cautious.
I will, Grandpa. I closed my eyes and gave a respectful nod. Grandpa pulled me
into an embrace.
Never give up and always seek for help, there will always be some somewhere for
you. Grandpa told me quietly.
I will. I bobbed my head again. I told myself that I wouldnt cry, but tears
streamed down my face at the thought of the separation. Im going to miss you, I
whispered. I felt Grandpas hand rub my head gently, messing up my neatly combed
black and white hair.
Ill miss you too Lance. But I will always be there for you. I will take care of you,
even in your darkest moments.
I took a deep breath and pulled away. I forced a smile, although it was sad, it
emulated a little confidence.
Bye Grandpa, Ill see you in the afterlife. I waved and Grandpa gave a nod to
urge me on.
I turned around and wiped the tears away from my eyes to look at the large
doorway before me. I blinked uncertainly, starting to doubt myself. I glanced over my
shoulder at Grandpa, feeling like this was the last time I was going to see him.

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A wave of fear crashed down upon me when I realized that there was no turning
back now.
Grandpa nodded to me again. I gave him an unsure look.
Ill be waiting for you. he smiled warmly. Underneath his smile lay a mirroring
uncertainty. It was like being smacked across the face when I realized that I wouldnt
remember that bittersweet expression.
I puffed up my chest with a confident expression and nodded. I gave a two
fingered salute and whipped back around. I plunged through before I could have
another chance to doubt myself.
Feeling like I had just stepped off a cliff, I yelped. But it sounded more like a
babys cry. Spinning and flipping out of control, I clapped my hands over my mouth in
surprise.
Suddenly I felt like the wind was knocked out of me and I blacked out for a split
second.
I blinked my eyes open, clouds starting to fog my vision of my former home.
Everything was fuzzy and blurry and I felt really small. I wanted to ask what had
happened, but all that came out was a high-pitched feeble sound. Confused and feeling
scared, I whimpered, feeling a childish desire of wanting to cry.
Then I was set into warm arms.
I blinked, feeling comfort sweep over me. I noticed a soft glow and slowly I
started to make out the beautiful face of a woman. Somehow I knew who she was. She
was my mother.
Her shiny, brown locks lay in gentle curls around her shoulders and her eyes were
like dazzling sapphires. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked exhausted but very,
very pleased.
My mother gently lifted and kissed my little hand and I turned my feeble head.
She smiled warmly, then cradled me close. I felt a sweet feeling melt into my soul. I felt
so at peace and at home. I knew this was where I was supposed to be.
Welcome, my little one, my mother whispered in a soft, tender voice.

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-Chapter OneI was resting in my favorite tree. My leg dangled off the branch and my other
knee was up to my chest. One of my elbows was up on my knee and the other arm was
sprawled across my stomach.
I was out star gazing, watching the twinkling world through the leaves, finding
that I actually had a very good view.
It was a beautiful, crisp night. One with gentle breezes that sparked an
adventurous flare and the rustling leaves batted back and forth quickly, teasing the
senses. The stars were chuckling very silently to themselves, glowing brighter when they
heard something that they found funny. The moon was large that night, shining a
mysterious glow on the uncut grass.
As far as I was concerned, everything was perfect in the world.
There was absolutely nothing weighing me down. All I had to do was cut the thin
threads of gravity and Id be able to fly.
I put my chin in the air and closed my eyes as a pleasant puff of air played with
my hair. I sucked in a deep breath of the chilling air. I felt so at peace, the night singing a
gentle lullaby to me.
I was sure that every war would stop just to enjoy this beautiful night.
I sighed contently when I heard my mothers voice calling me in. I replied that Id
be in shortly and I cast one last glance at the sky before working my way down the tree. I
grabbed a branch and swung down to the ground.
Still feeling the ambiance of the night, I jogged towards the house. Suddenly a
flash of light caught my attention.
I whipped around and my eyes widened.
An explosion.
Panicked and startled, I bolted for the safety of my home, but something inside of
me was screaming that I wouldnt make it. It was right. I dove for the ground just as I
heard a loud crackle. It bit my eardrums mercilessly and I cried out in pain as I put my
hands over my head in desperate hopes to protect it. I wanted to curl in a ball driven by
natural instincts, but another part of me was calm, telling me to stay low to the ground.
Sweat and tears poured down my cheeks as the first devastating wave thundered
overhead, tearing everything up. I was tossed carelessly to the side and when I landed, I
quickly dug my fingers into the earth.
My unbelieving eyes were huge now that I could see what was going on. The next
wave was quickly approaching.
It was then that I realized that the tree I had climbed was barely standing and I
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The second shock wave hit and I tried to loosen my grip on the ground, hoping to
be flung out of the way, but I was frozen in fear.
I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut as I braced myself for impact.
But before that happened, consciousness was yanked right out from underneath
me and I tumbled into a never ending abyss of darkness.
<<<>>>
I finally opened my eyes as my feet touched down on the dirt. A comforting light
that surrounded me gradually dispersed and I collapsed to the ground. I lay on the cold
surface, gasping for breath.
The air was stained with smoke and fire. Just about everything was burning.
There was no more grass and the trees were blackened skeletons. The only standing
houses were aflame and the stars and moon was blotted out with a thick cloud of smoke.
I coughed and pushed myself to my hands and knees, wondering exactly how I
was still alive. Coughing hoarsely, I glanced around and saw the remains of the tree that
was about to take my life. It had been cleanly split in two with each piece lying on the
ground on either side of me.
I looked at my hands and realized they were shaking uncontrollably.
It hit me that Mom was nowhere to be seen. Forgetting all about my miraculous
survival, I ran towards what was left of our house.
Mom! Mom! Mom, please answer me! I cried desperately, starting to dig
through the debris. Terror gripped at my throat, threatening to choke me. Mom!
Mom! I kept yelling, burrowing deeper into the ruins. Without warning, my hand got
cut by a kitchen knife. I glanced at the deep, biting wound with a wince, but paid it no
mind as I returned to searching for Mom.
My keen ears heard a soft cough behind me.
Mom! I cried, relief washing into my voice.
I scrambled over a mound of blackened pieces of wood and stumbled over some
scattered pieces to the place that the cough was coming from. I quickly noticed a limp
hand peeking out from under a blanket of smashed items.
I gasped and scooped a large quantity off the top of the pile. Then I started
digging frantically. I quickly found my mothers legs, which encouraged to me dig faster
and harder. Tears of pain and fear rolled freely and unnoticed down my cheeks.
Once I uncovered most of her and reassured myself that she was breathing, I
gently pulled her out from under the rest of the pile.
Mom! I dropped down and cradled my mothers head. More tears ran down my
cheeks when I saw just how broken she was. A blistered burn covered the whole left side
of her face and her upper lip was swollen with cuts covering it. Her right eye had already
turned purple and she let out a weak cough.
She reached up to touch my cheek. Whimpering, I used my own hand to hold it
there, scared of it going limp.

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You always had the strongest heart, she smiled weakly, then coughed again.
Fresh tears streamed down my smoke stained cheeks. I didnt understand. No, I didnt
want to understand. She couldnt leave me. Not now!
Mom. . . I started, but I couldnt finish because I choked on my tears.
I love you, take care of your little brother, she sighed, closing her beautiful
sapphire eyes with a breath.
No! No! Mom! No! I cried, bending over and burying myself in her shoulder. I
felt her rub my back to comfort me, but it just made me cry that much harder. I didnt
want to lose her.
Most kids are attached to their mothers, but no one more than me. When I was
younger, kids picked on me, without reason. Mom was the one Id always turn to.
Sometimes it felt like it was just Mom and I against the world as we struggled to look
after each other and my younger brother Jason.
I couldnt lose her. I just couldnt bear the thought.
I felt her hand slide limply off my back.
No, no, no, I kept muttering, rocking Mothers body back and forth, knowing,
but wishing that I didnt, that she was gone.
I heard a pained choke behind me.
I looked up to see my younger brother. Lost as I was in my own despair and grief,
I hadnt realized anyone was nearby. Part of me melted in relief, but the other part
continued to be tossed violently around in a nightmarish form of fear.
Jason looked like a younger version of me with red brown hair, coming to my
shoulder. The eleven year old had escaped the explosion with minimal damage. There
were small cuts and burns, but other than that, he was okay.
Next to him was a familiar face, the one of my adopted sister Ashley. She was the
same age as me, fifteen. Her straight hair was jet black and she was wearing her favorite
black jacket. She was just looking at me with a concerned expression, her blue eyes
reminding me of Moms.
Tears spilled down my cheeks again at the thought of Mom.
L-Lance, w-whats going on? Jason whimpered, obviously shocked and
confused. I looked down at Moms face. I sniffled and gently set her down. I turned
around to face my little brother. I opened my arms.
Comere Jason, I whispered. Jason stepped into my arms, confused tears
running down his smoke stained face. He leaned against my chest, his eyes wide and
stricken. I wanted to let more tears fall at his confusion and pain. I didnt know how to
say Mom was gone.
Instead I just bit my lip, it wouldnt do me any good to cry. In fact it would make
things worse.
Ashley, stood there silently with her head bowed, heavy with sorrow. When she
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Im so sorry, I wanted to save her. . . but there was no way. . . I-it was my fault,
Ashley whispered, looking at the ground. I hooked my finger under her chin and lifted
her head to get her to look at me. I could almost see the whole story of it panning out
through her eyes. She had seen the explosion and quickly upturned the couch, throwing
Jason behind it. She reached out to get to Mom, but then the first crack of the explosion
had hit and she covered Jason with her body.
You saved Jason and you got yourself out as well, I can thank you for that, I
smiled weakly.
B-but Lance, M-Mom, she whimpered. I pulled her into a one arm hug.
You did your best, I breathed into her ear, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly.
L-Lance? W-why isnt Mom moving? Jason stammered with his confused
expression, his blue eyes welling with tears.
S-shes gone, I sighed, pulling him in tighter. I watched understanding hit
Jason as his tears spilled over.
I felt so awful. Why didnt I save her? I was close enough. The thought hit me that
I probably wouldnt have made it either if I had attempted to save Mom. Where
wouldve that left Jason and Ashley?
Lance, your hand. . . Ashley took my hand gingerly to inspect it.
Its nothing, I pulled my hand away. Ashley stared at me with a weary
expression before she bent down and rolled up her pants leg, revealing a wrap. She
slowly unwound it and beckoned for my hand. I sighed, but let her take it, though I was
glad she had thought of it because it was stinging and aching like crazy.
Lance, what should we do about Mom? Jason wondered quietly. I bit my lip and
followed his gaze to where Moms body lay. I honestly didnt know.
I-I dont know. I sighed.
We fell silent in our desolation and the firelight slowly died around us. Soon only
the pale lighting from how the moon was reflecting against the dust and smoke.
Everything was eerily quiet as if the world paused to process the shock of what had just
happened. I didnt know when the whimpers started by they were soon replaced by sobs
and wails of intense misery.
I bit my lip and pulled Jason closer, careful to cover his ears so he wouldnt have
to hear the heart-rendering mourning around us. I found it unsettling, but it was a bit of
a comfort to know that there were others who had made it through the devastating
explosion.
Ashley seemed to agree, plugging her own ears.
I looked up when I noticed a dark figure approaching. I blinked, unsure what to
do. Ashley followed my gaze and frowned. Then her whole face lit up.
Dad! she cried with relief, running to the figure, embracing it. There was a loud
exhale of relief. Her dad was mine as well, but I hardly knew him. Mom and Dad had
divorced when I was five and I rarely saw Ashley as well as Dad.

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Ashley! I was so scared of. . . Dads voice trailed away. I sighed, knowing full
well what he was talking about.
Dad, Lance and Jason made it. Ashley lead Dad over.
None of us looked anything like Dad.
Dad had fiery red hair and a very unusual, vivid, shade of green. He always wore
his lab coats, for he was a scientist. At the moment he wasnt wearing one though, only
the black tee that he normally wears under, but there were singed holes and burns
under. One of his pant legs had been completely torn off, which I realized hed done on
his own when I saw it being used as a sling for his arm.
He walked with a limp, but followed as quickly as he could.
Lance! Jason! he smiled, seeming quite relieved. He hobbled over and pulled
Jason into a one armed hug, but still stricken, Jason didnt respond.
Mr. Evans. I mumbled, looking at the ground, slowed by my aching heart and
mind. I stood between Dad and Mom, hoping that Dad wouldnt see her.
Please, how many times do I have to tell you that I want to go by Jackson? Dad
sighed. He had given up a long time ago at trying to get me to call him Dad.
I chuckled weakly at Jacksons comment, though the laugh was completely empty
and airy.
Alright, Jackson. I nodded slowly, not looking up.
Wheres Maddison? Jackson wondered, letting his eyes wander. I sighed and
stepped to the side. Jackson blinked in surprise, then hung his head. I felt my heart tear
in half all over.
Although Jackson had moved on from the divorce, remarrying himself to another
woman, I realized that deep down Jackson still loved her.
Im sorry. I whispered. Jackson sighed, then looked around at all of our sad
expressions. Then he looked back at the ground.
This was my fault, I was doing a lab experiment and well, it exploded. . .
Jackson closed his eyes, pursing his lips. I sighed and put on a weak, fake smile.
Its alright, I dont think blame is ever the answer.
Jackson looked up at me and forced a shaky smile.
I sometimes forget how smart of a kid you are. he ruffled my hair gently. He
pulled Jason closer to his body. He sighed again. I guess you two are now under my
care? I nodded, I wasnt ever super fond of my dad, but there was probably no way for
me to fend for me and a little brother. Jackson nodded again.
Dad, what are we going to do about Maddison? Ashley cut in. And wheres
Mom and the twins? Jackson sighed and shook his head.
I-I dont know, I looked everywhere for them, but they were just gone. . .
Jackson shook his head. They werent killed by the explosion, otherwise I wouldve
found their bodies, but I didnt. They were just. . . gone.
Ashley blinked, tears forming in her eyes.
B-but- she cut herself off, not sure what to say.

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Im sorry Ashley. I whispered. I put a gentle hug around her shoulders. She
turned and leaned against me.
B-but, they cant just be gone. she whispered to me. Right Lance? That just
isnt possible. Part of me didnt know what to say, but the other part was telling me to
say that nothing is impossible.
But I didnt want to say that in case it might hurt her even more. Finally I settled
on something.
I dont know. I sighed. I felt so useful, yet so unhelpful. It was so bittersweet.
Words cant even begin to describe how I was feeling, stuck in the grey area of complete
opposites. In a tug of war of helpful and useless.
Slowly Ashley pulled away.
Dad, whats going to happen now? she asked in a quiet timid voice which shook
slightly, signifying that she was fighting tears. Jackson sighed and shook his head to
show that he didnt know.
I looked at the ground and shuffled my foot around in the ashes.
I wasnt entirely sure either.
The logical side of me was saying that this was just a misunderstanding, we would
go to live under Jacksons care and this would all blow over. Right?
A buried part of me was warning me that this was just the beginning.

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-Chapter twoA couple years had slugged by after the death of my mother. Everything had
basically returned to normal. Jason was growing up into a fine young man and Ashley
and I had become pretty good friends.
My life was pretty good, well all except for my dad.
Dad! I told you! Im gonna have nothing to do with this war! I slammed my fists
on the table and stood up swiftly. The chair I was sitting on bounced on its four legs
away from me with a loud thundering noise. My dad, Jackson, just rolled his eyes.
Lance, I need you. Something tells me that youre the key to winning this war.
Im sick of this war! I snapped. Im never gonna be a part of it!
Lance, Ashley gingerly touched my arm. I whipped around and my expression
softened. I puffed out an angry breath and collapsed on my chair. I kicked my feet up on
the table and fumed, sending darts with my eyes at Jackson.
Lance, Jackson sighed, shaking his head. please, if youre sick of war, why
dont you just stop it?
I felt my temper burst my top again and I narrowed my eyes, dropping my legs
slowly from the table.
Because Im not gonna take a life that could be supporting anothers, I growled
quietly.
What do you mean? Jackson frowned, seeming unaware of my anger. I stood
up, now trembling from the rage.
Im not gonna kill someones family, I thought youd understand. I muttered
cooly. Jacksons eyes widened into a look of guilt. Jason and Ashley froze, also
understanding what I was saying.
I-I- It wasnt my fault Maddison died, Jackson stammered.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, I snorted.
None of us moved, the tension building in the air.
Lance, Jason squeaked, breaking the silence. you dont really mean that do
you? I looked over at my younger brother and my intense anger was washed away.
No, I sighed shaking my head. Though I sent a glare at my dad to show that I
was only saying that for Jasons sake.
I sat down in my chair, kicking my feet back on the table, trying to keep my rising
lava cooled. Jackson let out a frustrated sigh.
If anyone killed her it was you. Jackson growled, glaring at the ground as if he
were afraid to make eye contact with me. My feet thumped on the ground and I started
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I envisioned myself tackling him and punching him to my hearts content, but I
knew that was the wrong way to react. Wouldnt that kind of reaction earn the title of
killer?
At least I tried to save her. Angry tears started rolling down my cheeks and my
voice wavered. What excuse do you have? I narrowed my eyes furiously, silently
daring my father to make a peep.
Silence.
Yeah, thats what I thought. I whispered, wiping my tears away. My chair
squealed as I stood up. I turned to leave when I felt Ashleys hand on my shoulder. I
stiffened at her touch, sighed, and slipped away.
I walked through the hallway and mounted the stairs. Taking the stairs two at a
time, I quickly reached the top. I marched to my room and slammed the door shut
behind me.
I closed my eyes with a sigh as I leaned against the door. I bit my lip and looked
up at the ceiling. My wound from my mothers death had been reopened, splitting my
aching heart in two all over again.
I bit back a whimper and slid down the door. I pulled my knees up to my chest
and buried my face in my arms as I tried to steady my breathing.
There was a soft knock.
Just go away Dad. I mumbled, finding my voice more sturdy than I had first
thought.
Lance. . . Im sorry about what I said. . . Jacksons voice drifted through my
door.
I just dont care anymore. . . I sighed, But Im never joining the war. . .
Why, why are you so heart set against going? Jackson snorted.
Because what if I die? Who will be there for Ashley and Jason?
I will. Jackson replied.
I stood up and opened the door, narrowing my eyes at him.
Please, I growled through gritted teeth. Ive been caring for them since day
one. What have you done? You promised youd be there for me and all youve ever done
is war business. I moved to brush past my father, but he caught my bicep.
This war is important.
Nothing should come before family. I snorted, pushing Jackson off of me and I
walked away, back down the stairs.
Ashley and Jason watched from the dining room as I opened the front door and
walked out. Before it closed I saw them exchange a worried look. I felt bad about
worrying them, but I really needed my space.
I jammed my hands in my pockets and watched my feet and their shadows.
I had time to think about what I was going to do and about the war issue.
The war had started mere years ago. It started because of the explosion that killed
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I think the title people gave it was both original and related so well. In Latin, the
word fractum means broken heart.
Anyway, The Fractum carried some genetically mutated DNA. From all the
injuries, this DNA was easily able to sneak its way into peoples immune systems. It
started at the brain, but it could either be for the worse or better. The DNA hit a nerve in
the brain, making it so humans could use the full percentage of their brain. But people
seem to have an inner self, which is either good or bad.
These new powers were being divided between light or dark. People started to
separate, families being torn apart. They just didnt seem to know how to handle this
new concept of differences.
But I found it sad, Ive met a fair amount of people with dark powers and they
werent all bad, but Im not saying the light powered people were bad either. In my
opinion, people are all just the same, its like judging a book by its cover.
Well, slowly tension started rising.
People started tossing insults at the other side and the other side would fire right
back, wanting to be the ones to leave a vile taste in the others mouth. Sometimes these
arguments would end in fist fights, but those normally blew over in a matter of minutes.
Some people started stocking weapons, feeling a war brewing, but they only
egged it on. A cold war broke out and the tension was still rising.
Finally everything just collapsed. War snapped up to attention and hundreds of
lives are being lost in a matter of days.
Jackson, much to my disliking, is at highest rank and picked the side of light
because for sure light was always right. Little does he know that some of his soldiers
have dark abilities. I dont know, somehow Ive always just been able to tell what kind of
powers people have.
Well, sort of just the category of light or dark. Powers range from flying to super
speed. Everyones power is slightly different. For example, two people could have the
flying ability, but in a way, it would be different. Maybe one is using more like rocket jets
while the other can only hover. Its almost like a fingerprint.
Ive tried finding my power, but it seems as though as I dont have one. I was
pretty sure I did though, just something is burning inside me.
I continued walking, turning my gaze to the sky and cocking my head a little.
I realized how lucky I really was, I was in a city where everyone just got along. No
war, every person though is willing to sacrifice for another. People are constantly lifting
each other up, even if it pushes them down.
Jackson saw this place and took us here to be safe while hes gone off to war.
Ive heard rumors that war has gotten so bad in some places that the sky had
literally turned red. Im not sure if that is true, Ive tried asking my dad, but he ignores
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I sighed and heard the soft sound of a swingset creaking. I turned and looked at
the park to see a little child, sitting all by herself on the swing. I cocked my head, most
kids her age would be with lots of friends, but she was all alone.
I looked at the path I was walking before the young girl. I chuckled to myself for
my foolishness and trotted up behind the young girl. I gave her a gentle push and she
jumped with a start.
She turned and blinked at me.
I just thought youd like a push. I smiled warmly, giving her another push, this
time a bit stronger now that she was holding on tighter. Her glum expression broke into
a grin.
I felt like I had just been put in a warm melting pot. I didnt realize how badly I
needed that smile until she gave it to me.
I sat on the other swing and watched the giggling girl swing back and forth
happily. I reached out a hand and stopped her. She blinked at me in confusion.
Want me to show you how to do it on your own? I smiled. The little girl cocked
her head to show that she was interested in what I had to say. I used my head to gesture
for her to grab the chains.
I started pumping.
Back, forward, back, forward. I explained as I pumped the swing. Then at the
highest part, I slipped out. I stood up and turned around to help the little girl. I stood
there, continuously promising her that if she fell I would catch her. She gave me an
unsure look before finally trying and she caught on very quickly. Soon her laughter filled
the empty park again.
A young boy about the girls age crept up to me. He gave my back a timid poke. I
turned around and looked down at him.
How do you do that? he wondered quietly, as if he were afraid of his own voice.
I looked up at the girl I had just taught to swing and my face broke out into a smile.
Can she teach you? I cocked my head. The small boy blinked, anxiety creeping
in on his expression. He ducked his head timidly and gave a small bob of his head.
Hey?
The girl turned to look at me with a grin.
Can ya stop for a minute? I wondered. I felt the little boy hide behind my legs.
She nodded and jumped off her swing. She stuck the landing and looked proudly up at
me.
Tada! she cried happily. I chuckled.
Very good, may I introduce you to someone else? I stepped to the side and the
little boy was left where I was standing moments before. The small girl cocked her head,
studying the boy, before blinking at me, as if asking what to do. I tipped my head
towards the boy to urge her on, knowing without a doubt that she was the braver of the
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Im May. the girl stuck out her hand in greeting. The young boy looked at it
uneasily before shakily taking it. The girl gave a bob of her head. And you are?
M-Max. the boy stuttered. The girl shook her head happily.
Nice to meet you! she grinned warmly. I saw the young boy loosen up a little
and I felt pride burst in my chest for the brave young girl.
Why dont you show Max how to pump a swing? I nodded at the swings. The
girls face brightened.
You really think Im that good at it!? she cried, bouncing excitedly around me. I
chuckled fondly.
Yes, yes you are. I bobbed my head. The little girl gave a whoop and grabbed the
boys wrist before leading him to the swings. I watched the little girl and boy for a little
before slipping away, feeling quite happy myself.
I returned to my walking trail and continued as if I never had a hold up. I slowly
got into the more busy part of town. I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I turned around to
come face to face with a bedraggled man. He looked to be several years older than me
and it was obvious that this man didnt have a home.
P-please, Im hungry. the man shakily pleaded. I sighed, studying him. I out
turned my pockets, searching for spare cash. I shook my head and at the mans
crestfallen look I felt terrible. Before he could leave, I caught his arm.
Hold on, I can run back home quickly to grab something. I explained, If you
stay here Ill be back as quickly as I can.
The mans face slowly widened into a smile.
Thank you. he smiled, his expression telling me that words couldnt describe
how grateful he was. I gave a nod to show I understood and then I dashed off back in the
direction of my house.
I zoomed past the park where Max and May were still playing and raced into my
yard. I flew up the steps and threw the door open.
I zipped into the kitchen were Ashley and Jason were still frozen in place. They
watched me with interest as I opened cupboard after cupboard, looking for the paper
plates.
Ha ha! I shouted triumphantly, taking one off the top. I bolted back to the table
and started shoveling food onto it. I left it on the table and yanked open the fridge, by
then even my dad slipped in to see what I was doing. I sifted through everything in the
fridge before finding a water bottle, which I set next to the plate. I then grabbed food
wrap and placed it over the top of the plate of food. I nodded approvingly with a grin,
but then I frowned and dashed off.
I came back with some clothes from my dads dresser. Jackson blinked at me, his
brow furrowing.
Youre not running away are you? Jason finally broke in. My eyebrows knitted
and I had to think about it for a moment.
No, sorry, just in a rush. I vaguely and quickly explained. Spare change.

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Nobody moved.
Well check your pockets! I rolled my eyes. Jason was the first to move, then
Ashley and Jackson joined in. They handed me a couple dollars as well as a few cents.
Why-?
No time! I exclaimed, scooping up the things Id gathered. I burst out the door
and froze when a blue glint caught my eye. I turned and saw my bike, I blinked
thoughtfully at it for a moment. I then spotted Ashleys bike with the basket on it.
I put the stuff down gently and pulled out a set of keys that I had. I used them as
a screwdriver and quickly detached the basket and reattached it to my bike. I scooped up
the things and dumped them in the basket.
At that point in time Ashley had wandered out of the house.
What did you do to my bike? she blinked a puzzled and a slightly betrayed look
on her face.
Ill bring back the basket and hook it back up. I promised.
But I'll need it for the library in only a couple minutes.
Ill be fast. I nodded, then before she could object, I started pedaling. I biked
across the lawn faster than I thought possible and swung out onto the road. Houses and
trees past by in a blur.
Just as I was passing the park, Mat and Mary walked into my path. But they were
much too close to swerve around them.
I quickly turned my bike sideways, but instead of screeching to a halt, I slammed
the pedal closest to them to the ground. I caught air and flipped over their heads, careful
to keep anything from hitting them. Just as I was about to hit the ground, I turned the
bike to face the direction I was headed.
Sorry! I yelled over my shoulder as I started pedaling away. I could feel their
stunned gazes upon me as I zipped away. I pedaled until I got into the busier part of
town.
I then skidded to a halt in front of a large crowd of people. On the other side of all
the heads, I could just make out the man that was waiting for me.
I glanced around, looking around for a solution. I blinked at a telephone pole
then down at my tires. I followed the telephone pole to where it shot into the ground.
I looked back at the crowd of people and decided it wasnt worth it to try and get
through.
I pedaled over to the telephone and started pedaling up the wire. Just as I
predicted, my rubber tires kept me from getting a shock. Once I got up to the wooden
pole, I did a wheelie and bounced to the edge of it. I jumped my bike to the house roof
that was just below me.
I rode up the slant and down the other side. I pulled another wheelie and jumped
off the roof. I landed on a garbage can and it tipped over, dumping me to forward. I
moved around the crowd and up to the man, whose face lit up in surprise. He mustve
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Alright I got a couple other things for you. I told him, climbing off my bike and
handing the things to him. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the money and
handed it to him. I took off the basket from my bike and sighed. I gestured for the man
to take it.
Kid, thanks though, but thats too much. the man shook his head.
I dont ride it much anyway. I shrugged. Plus, you would probably need it for
where youre going.
Kid, really I appreciate it, but I cant go anywhere.
Why dont you take it and look for a job? You can always bring it back to me. I
rolled my eyes. Well, Im gonna leave it here, you can either take it or leave it. This little
thing is amazing when it comes to endurance. I dropped my bike, picked up the basket
and walked off.
I broke into a jog and met up up with Ashley halfway home.
Whered ya go!? she cried as I trotted up to her. Jasons worried sick cause we
couldnt find you! I sighed and took her bike from her to put the basket on.
He really needs to realise that Im not gonna leave him. . . I murmured, pulling
out the set of keys that I was using for a screwdriver. Ashley shook her head sadly.
Lance, you cant blame him. His mother died when he was young and dads
never really been around. . .
I know. I bobbed my head with a sigh.
Youre all hes got. Ashley whispered. Putting the keys back in my pocket I
looked up into her deep blue eyes. I felt calmness wash over me, her eyes reminded me
so much of my mothers.
I know, but he has to realise that Im not gonna let him down. If I was really
running away, Id take you and him with me. I wouldnt leave you two for the life of me.
I smiled warmly. Ashley laughed quietly.
Thanks for the basket back. she smiled, giving my shoulder a playful punch.
Well, Im off to the library! Youd better get home quickly, like I said, Jasons freaking
out.
Bye. I grinned, starting to walk away, waving over my shoulder. She grinned
and chuckled before mounting her bike and pedaling away.
I broke into a trot and just as I was a could blocks away from home, Jason rushed
forward to greet me. Scared tears were running down his cheeks as he threw a hug
around me and buried his face in my chest.
I sighed and put my arms around him and just let him cry against me.
I-I thought you werent gonna come back! Jason sniffled, his terrified voice
muffled.
Shh, I wont ever leave you. . . I whispered, gently brushing the back of his head,
ruffling his red-brown hair. He pulled back just enough to look up at me with a
quivering chin and teary eyes.
Never? he whimpered.

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Never. I promised with a calm nod. In all honesty, Jasons fragile personality
was getting on my nerves, but I just could bring myself to be mad. If I were in his shoes,
Id probably be the same way. Common, lets get inside.
Jason nodded, pulling away from me and wiped his eyes. I put a hand on his back
and lead him into the house.
Jackson looked up from the newspaper he was looking at at the table. He
frowned, seeming to disapprove of my kindness to Jason when he gets upset. I just
narrowed my eyes in reply, I had faith in Jason to get over his fear, but he needed me to
help him in a kind way.
I lead Jason up to mine and his room and closed the door softly. Jason crawled
up to his top bunk and dangled his feet over the edge. I looked up tiredly at him before
looking at my bed on the lower bunk.
I got down on my hands and knees and reached my arm underneath it. My
fingers latched on a warm, hard surface and a soft smile spread across my face.
I retracted my arm and put the black object on my lap after I had plopped on my
own bed. I ran my hand along its rough surface, feeling my hand tingle happily.
I flicked up the golden clasps with a sharp gleeful intake of breath. I pried it open,
biting my lip happily.
A violin.
It was shiny red brown in color and the scroll had entriquit designs etched into it.
The fine tuning pegs were a glistening gold and black swirly designs rolled around the
bottom right edge.
As far as I was concerned, it was a fine piece of art.
I pulled it out and carefully put it on the bed next to me. I took out the bow and
tightened it, watching as the white hair grew taut. I reached into the my violin case and
grabbed the rosin to quickly dust the hair of the bow.
Jason watched me from the top bunk, seeming unsure whether he should groan
and flop backwards or to listen politely. I was pretty good at playing, but Jason just
didnt seem to like the violin. Probably not manly enough for him.
I quickly tuned my violin and started playing a sweet melody. It was one that my
mother had taught me when she was still alive. She had actually hand-crafted this violin
for me because of how much I loved hers.
Jason blinked, recognizing the melody faintly.
I hoped the warm, cozy feeling of the piece would sooth him. It surely worked on
me when I became anxious or upset.
Soon, I had Jason swaying gently to the tune, a content smile on his face.
I grinned and continued playing.
Suddenly the door opened and in surprise, I accidently made my violin screech.
Ashley grinned, guilty, and slipped in, closing the door behind her. Jason and I blinked
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What? I just came to listen to your music. Ashley cocked her head. Is that
alright? I chuckled, grinning impishly before screeching my violin again, making her
cringe. I took it off my shoulder and rested it on my knee, holding my bow to my finger
bridge with two fingers.
Sorry, I had to. I smiled, then patted the mattress beside me. Join us.
Ashley rolled her eyes and plopped on the bed next to me. She studied me for a
moment before cocking her head.
What?
Play, she replied, gesturing to my violin. I blinked at it before picking it back up
again. I started playing the tune again. Soon there was the sound of gentle, heavy
breathing from Jason, indicating that hed fallen asleep.
Ashley continued scanning me.
Why arent you going out to war? she abruptly asked. I froze in mid-bow stroke
before I set my violin back on my lap. I turned to frown at her.
I think its over a very stupid matter, I snorted bluntly. Ashley just blinked at
me.
I know thats part of it, but seriously, why?
I sighed, popping open the clasps on the violin case.
I have to be there for you and Jason. I whispered, easing my violin into the soft
red velvet. I velcroed a support over the fingerboard and loosened my bow before
putting it gently away. Ashley was silent.
I closed the case and slid it under my bed, waiting for Ashleys reply.
I shouldve known. Ashley shook her head. I snorted out a soft chuckle, knitting
my fingers together. It is something youd do. I nodded quietly in agreement. She put a
one arm hug around my shoulders.
Thank you, your the best brother anyone could ever have. Ashley whispered. I
chuckled.
Ive got my own little flaws.
None that I can see. she shook her head.
Dont flatter me. I rolled my eyes.
What should I do then? Ashley folded her arms and cocked an eyebrow.
Be like a normal sister and chew me out for the stupidest things? I suggested
with a quiet laugh.
Well I thought weve already established that we are the two weirdest people on
the planet.
To be fair, we are more laid back.
Mhm, like the time that you threw a water balloon full of mud at the mayor?
Ashley raised her eyebrows. I opened my mouth to argue, holding my pointer finger in
the air. Realizing that I in fact did do that, I deflated.
Touche. I replied, running my fingers through my hair.
Silence.

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I looked out the window at the tree in the yard. I felt a deep sense of longing to
climb it, but it was an awful reminder of that night.
Ashley noticed my gaze and she followed it to the tree. Her expression softened.
Lance, why dont you go out and climb it? Ashley turned to look back at me. I
blinked and looked deeply into her eyes for a moment.
I was climbing a tree that night that mom died. . .
Well that doesnt mean that you cant ever climb a tree again. she reasoned.
I just cant shake the feeling though. . . I hesitated, not sure if I should continue.
What feeling? Ashleys brow furrowed. I chewed my lip for a moment. Then I
gestured for her to lean over so I could whisper in her ear. Her frown deepened as she
turned her head.
Were being watched. I hissed.

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-Chapter threeAshley snorted and turned to look at me with an amused expression. She gave a
soft chuckle.
Youre just messing with me. she rolled her eyes. Ashley froze when she saw my
solemn look. Okay, youre not joking. So what are we going to do?
Asking me? I raised my eyebrows, putting three fingers on my chest as a gesture
of asking if it was me.
Yeah. Ashley bobbed her head.
Ohoh no! I shook my head, slicing my hands through the air. Im not doing
anything! If you wanna ask someone, ask Dad! Ashley just blinked boredly before
raising her eyebrows.
Look, the spies are threatening this town, more importantly your family. Ashley
snorted.
Im. Not. Doing. Anything. I growled through gritted teeth.
Lance, why? You have the power to cut these goons down to size.
No, I bit my lip, starting to feel a little frustrated.
Why?
I dont have any powers. I snarled ruefully. Ashley cocked her head.
But that night-
Was a fluke. I cut her off, standing up. Someone else did it without meaning
to. Ashley blinked in puzzlement.
But- she started.
If I were you, I would stay out of it. I sighed over my shoulder. Its not our
fight. With that I swept from the room.
But youre not me. came a soft voice to my ears. I frowned, then shook my head,
it was probably nothing.
I was wrong.
And it was gonna cost me.
<<<>>>
The sound of shouts and screams awoke me.
I suddenly jumped, my breath getting caught in my chest. The sound rung in my
ears, but it slowly faded. With a sigh and my eyes closed, I flopped back over.
This marked the fifth time this has happened to me this night. Each time I had
thought war had finally broken out over this peaceful city. Next time, Ill just know that
it was just a nightmare. . . I told myself that multiple times, but Im still continuing to
scare at that.
I opened my eyes to look at the wooden planks that supported Jasons mattress.

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I flinched in surprise when I thought I saw. . . a face? No it couldnt have been. . .

Logically, how would a strangers face end up in my room?
I snapped under my bedsheets in a panic when I heard a creak in the hallway,
announcing that someone was coming. Then it dawned on me that if it stepped into my
room I needed to get ready to spring into a fight to protect Jason. Another thought
poked at me that Jason was already the last family member I had left.
I peeked through the folds of my blankets.
I thought Id die of relief when I realized that it was just Ashley. But that relief
was swept away quickly when I noticed that she was dressed in her day clothes. A stone
settled in my stomach when I saw a backpack.
What could she be up to?
Ashley cast a glance into my room to be sure that I was fast asleep. Moments
before, I had quickly shifted myself into my usual sleeping position.
She tip toed away.
I listened quietly for her footsteps to fade before throwing off my blankets. I
zipped to the other side of my room and threw on a jacket. Then I dove for my boots and
quickly laced them up. I dashed from the room on cat feet.
I slammed the brakes at the top of the stairs, knowing that running down them
would be noisy. I glanced at the railing before mounting it and sliding down it quickly. I
just about had the doorknob when I realized where Ashley was headed.
I let a soft groan, I never should have told her.
Head-strong idiot.
I raced into the kitchen and pocketed a knife before rocketing out the door.
Why didnt I stop her earlier? By the clothing and backpack, I shouldve known
that she was up to no good.
Why?
I frowned thoughtfully as I scanned the street for my sister.
Was it. . . I was curious about what was going on as well?
I spotted her dashing from one tree to another for cover. It just occured to me
that she had thought her plan out well. Ashley was wearing a deep blue hoodie and black
leggings, even her backpack was a dark color. She had on a mask that covered her eyes.
I bolted back into my room and changed into dark clothing, intent on following
Ashley. I zipped back outside, using Ashleys tactic against her, but moving at a faster
pace. Cover, scan, run, cover, scan, run. While my sisters was more of cover, scan,
slink, cover, scan, slink.
Once I had closed some distance between Ashley and I, I slowed to her pace,
moving at the same moments that she did. I had no clue where she was heading, but she
seemed to know exactly where she was going.
I looked up.
The mayors house?

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It was large and white. There was a little fancy wooden fence that came up to
about my waist. Everything of it looked fancy except for the fact that the grass was more
like wheat, both in color and in size. A few yards away from the door was an oldfashioned door to the basement
I watched Ashley zip up to the house with the stealth and silence of a cat. I craned
my neck to see her stop at the basement door. She reached into her pocket and pulled
something out. I cocked my head when I realized it was a fork. I grinned at her
brilliance, she was going to use it as a lock-pick. The lock was so large that the bobby pin
trick wouldnt work.
Ashley quickly popped the lock and as quietly as she could, pulled the chain off.
She opened the door.
Something large and black lashed out, grabbing Ashley by the throat before
yanking her.
Ashley! I cried, bolting out of my hiding to help her, but something caught the
hood of my jacket. Wild in terror, I tried to escape, only strangling myself that much
more. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for a breath that just wouldnt enter my lungs. I
was lifted off the ground by my hoodie, cutting off my air again.
Stay away if you wish to live. a voice hissed in my ear.
I froze, just a moment too long. Dots swam before my eyes and I struggled to hold
onto consciousness. My shaking hands tried desperately to pull the hoodie from my
throat, but they were just too weak.
Darkness started to engulf me when I felt my body crumble to the ground.
Slowly getting light back into my world, I pushed myself to my hands and knees.
A-Ashl-ley. I coughed, trying to move forward.
There was a sharp kick to my stomach, knocking out my last supply of air.
I tumbled to the ground.
Then I passed out.

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