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Physics. Mom would always check on me. We were twins. but not the caring kind of way. large city. I was jealous. High school went like a blur. Notes from one book here. because before I even emerged from high school to start my life. I didn¶t hate him for that way of thinking. James. home of the famous hiding place of the Liberty Bells during the Revolutionary War. like I didn¶t do that enough to myself. It didn¶t matter much to him. While many people go out to party late at night. If I wasn¶t studying. who were always busy being kids. I didn¶t have any friends. they would have taken away from my studying. with my notebooks and pens sprawled across the large space. Engineering. Calculus. I grew up in Allentown. it was always a school book. Unlike most students at Parkland High. I didn¶t have the chance to give it my all. until something happens to stop our chances of obtaining that dream. She would push me to study more. I was always studying. Biology. I was taking a test or completing homework. We all chase this dream. I barely remember even attending. it ended. hard to have a social life when your nose is buried in a book all day. I fell into the category of those who had their dreams taken from them. I stayed at home studying into the late hours of the night. I didn¶t have time for any of the athletic sport. but we were night and day. I myself had dreamed of obtaining a business degree. She had high hopes that I would fulfill her childhood dream of attending Princeton. Chemistry. doctors or lawyers. One day. Outside of school wasn¶t much different. an IV League school that was only a few hours from here in New Jersey. I sat in my room with books piled open over my computer desk. It was quite the place. he didn¶t care about school or a proper education. a point she failed at when she got pregnant with me and my brother. . That is unless you are already occupied with cram sessions to get into Princeton. ACT. so I could start a Computer Programming company. he was always out partying with his friends. SAT. notes from another book there. While I would study in my room. I was always reading and learning from whatever textbook I could get my hands on. Didn¶t help that none of the books were leisure books. my brother and I.Prologue Some people grow up to be teachers. tons of people and plenty of things to keep someone occupied. Pennsylvania. getting drunk or high. and Literature books kept my attention.
The cold wind cut at the skin like a sharp knife. All were music for my thoughts. like nothing bad ever happened in the world. we didn¶t celebrate Washington¶s Birthday or any other important figure¶s birthday. Families talking about how to sneak presents behind the back of those they were ment for. then you weren¶t in the ³Holiday Spirit. As far as I was concerned. If you didn¶t buy the biggest. I think mom and him got divorced when my brother and I were young. and newest gadget or toy or gift. weaving in between the mass of bodies that seems to never end. rain intruded in the sky causing everything to freeze. Even toddlers knew the value of Christmas. Christmas was always a major holiday. There was something about wandering the streets filled with people that just made it easier for me to focus. Instead.When he got home. There was even the shuffling of footsteps against the cold sidewalks. I just continued along the sidewalk. Then there is the nonreligious notation. We never heard anything from him. just how being underwater made all the surface noises disappear. but I was always stressed or tired. The snow hadn¶t started falling yet this year. who would whine whenever they saw a small toy they wanted to obtain for the soul purpose of destroying it. James mentioned that he could remember dad as a tall dark figure. all he could remember.´ So what if it was when gifts were given to Jesus. Snow had a calming feeling to it. my father didn¶t exist. who didn¶t love getting a new Xbox or a shinny guitar. Shopkeepers bargaining with their customers held to vocal part of the symphony. with propaganda of how their product would solve all their problems. mainly because of the religious notation that was attached to the season. not real music but a weird modern day opera. no e-mails. not even a phone call. My dad is a story lost like some chapter of a book. only there wasn¶t any end to the pain. which was always late. The birth of Jesus and the journey of the three wise men. capitalism. he was happy. Noise was never a distraction for me. it made my rambling thoughts cease long enough to complete whatever task I was currently doing. shiniest. another way the world casted me out. Gifts were the primary reason for the hype. such as the mother and daughter clamoring on about how their father would never look inside one of their purses. The sound of the various shops in the downtown area created a symphony of music. no letters. a fact that I hated. I wished I could have been happy at some time. It was a cold December day in Allentown when it all happened. He smiled all the time. clearing my head for the entrance exam for Princeton. I was walking around. I would always get evil looks as I told people my view on religion. just as it was anywhere in the United States. He was never around. religious babble that inspired a cult. no texts. I was never one for this particular holiday. which had receded into the closet of my mind to wait for me to use them again. Every Christmas I just . which added a base-like rhythm to the masquerading music of downtown Allentown.
The man who changed my life and made me what I am now.´ One of the figures hissed. he probably could catch up with me. As I rounded a corner. but I was still standing. just barely dark enough to cover his bones. as a scythe materialized in his hand. they moved swiftly so I didn¶t catch any details. what shall we do first? Split the soul and enjoy the pieces or rip ³Just get it over with. looking around for something. let alone trying to walk beside each other. but I couldn¶t run. His skin was pale white.´ the man said. watching people shopping for gifts and enjoying their time together. but I couldn¶t tell what. where it hung loosely. held me a prisoner as I realized something horrible was about to happen. The two shadows moved to trap me in a triangle. I could feel something was weird about this situation. If there was one wish I wanted. One gift that could never be given.wandered around. a silver. ³Seems we found him.´ the woman responded. ³O well. made my life seem odd. He wore a long black cloak that moved flawlessly with the wind. and his cold voice matched the climate perfectly. Fear. yet I fell for his trick so easily. It seemed like he was searching for something. Even if I did manage to escape. I was trapped. the one emotion that prevents you from taking any action. our little family would be tearing at each other¶s throat. especially since his stare seemed to hold me in place. As they moved into positions. I saw him. a backpack with some textbooks and my wallet with my license. nothing happen. His hood flew off and I saw the crimson red eyes that were encased in his head. ³So. striking me in the neck. She shoved me and I fell onto my off foot to keep my balance. they¶re about to catch up. Now I knew something was drastically wrong. If it weren¶t for the doors to our rooms. The blade passed through me. real families. Instead of lopping my head off. ³This is him? He seems so«weak. It wasn¶t like I had anything on me. ghost-like figure of me was caught on the tip of the blade. . the air suddenly dropped in temperature. It seems I am out of time. the sinister voice sounded female and old.´ he told a black figure to his left. Mom. tossing a glare at the woman that spoke. my brother and I could barely be in the same house. ³It¶s him. it was to be normal and be able to enjoy a holiday like any normal family. Instead. Although I was wearing a heavy coat with a scarf I felt myself shivering and clattering my teeth. He turned to me with a menacing smile. The weapon solidified just as he swung the weapon. It didn¶t matter if I tried or not. As I tried to assess what was happening. Silverwhite hair draped down to his shoulders. The laughter of families.´ the man said. the man just examined me.
it seems he is destined to be more. the firm hands holding me gently. As the world began to fade into the darkness. The cloaked figure that didn¶t talk caught me before I hit the ground. that I couldn¶t tell the temperature it was outside. . I saw a sword being warped from the ghostly figure of myself.³Well.´ the man said. So cold. As I fell to the ground. as I started to fall to the ground exhausted. My feet collapsed and my body went limp. All of a sudden. I was drained. my body grew cold.
´ he pointed to the blonde that stood beside him.´ as he nodded towards the brown haired woman. Three figures walked around the large room where I was laying. . ³Nothing that wasn¶t ment to be. ³this is Emily. ³Everyone always asks that question first. the light in the building almost blinded me. and why is he talking to me like I was a friend. An introduction was not the answer I was looking for.CHAPTER ONE: Lessons When I woke up. I just was the activator. From my guess. the two were a couple. you¶re awake. I wanted an answer. This time I managed to stand. heavy and cold. ³Finally. doesn¶t anyone think of anything else?´ Emily asked Zak. he was pacing around the room and checking the windows. and I recognized one immediately. the man that had tried to kill me. who just laughed with her. but keeping my balance took all my concentration. I landed on the floor with a thud. Instead of watching me like a hawk. as if he was trying to hide from someone. how come I am still alive. I tried to stand. My body felt like it was under a ton of rocks. I was in an old abandoned house. as the woman with blonde hair laughed and walked to his side. I couldn¶t tell where I was.´ he replied causally.´ the man said. as I tried to get up again. why was it hard for me to move. and a woman with light brown hair looked over with concern. crimson eyes and pale skin. ³and this is Rene. Why did my body feel cold and lifeless. The name¶s Zak. Silver hair. without success. ³What did you do to me?´ I demanded.
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