Author’s Note: Hello! This is my first sci-fi fic, so bear with me… hope u like it… and please review! By the way, if anybody remebers me from another story that is unfinished, please bear with me! I’m at a writer’s block with that story! I don’t know what to wirte next! I mean I got the plot and the whole theme down and everything… even the ending! But I just can’t seem to find how they should all fit together. I have climaxes, too, but I don’t know where to put them & stuff! If anybody does recognize me & can provide me with suggestions, please do!! I really need it! Well, here’s my sci-fi-like story, which hopefully won’t end up with the same fate as my last story!! I’M SORRY!! And, well, enjoy!! R&R!

One

Drip!! A little girl of about eight with pale golden blonde, curly hair, appeared amongst the darkness. She stood wearing a Victorian dress, and holding a parasol in her right hand. The small bangs that framed her forehead, hid her eyes from view.

Drip!! Came the sound when she stepped forward. Her environment was pitch black, but she seemed to know where she was going.

I do not know who I am… came her echoing voice, but her lips did not move. Drip!!

I have been kept in the dark for too long…

I… am alone… a darkened path that twist and turned suddenly appeared before her.

Who…am…I?

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“We have to take him away now,” replied a buff man in a simple black suit. He had jet black hair that stuck out in every which way. His eyes were hidden beneath extremely tinted shades, and coming from his ear seemed to be a spiral cord which led to a round, black object clipped onto the collar of his suit.

“Why are you taking him?! I have a right to know!! Tell me!!” yelled a teenage girl who stood in front of him, face red and fuming. Her right fist was clenched and held to a position which looked like she was about to punch something. The other was clenched tightly around the shoulder of a small boy of seven.

His golden blonde hair was neatly combed, half his bangs swept to the side, the other half hanging above his eyes. His eyes slanted slightly downward, a puppy dog look, and it made him look more innocent than he already was. He tugged on the fabric of the girl’s school uniform skirt, and said in a soft-spoken voice, “Sister?”

“You do not have custody of this child.” His voice was monotonic, and gruff.

“I DON’T CARE!! He’s my brother!!”

The boy took a step foreward. “Your foster parents have already agreed…”

“They’re not even my real parents!!! PLEASE, TELL ME WHY YOU WANT HIM!!”

“We’re not here to answer questions, just to execute orders strictly given by a government supported corporation. Failure to follow our orders will result in just punishment.”

“BUT THAT’S MY BROTHER!! CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND?! PLEASE DON’T—“

The boy grabbed the boy’s hands calmly, surprising the girl. Slowly they walked away from her, and the boy slightly turned, keeping the same innocent face.

“Sister? Where are they taking me? Hey…” said the boy, faintly.

The girl, eyes wide with shock, came after them, yelling. “HEY!!! STOP!!! LET HIM GO—“

A gun was placed in front of her. It clicked as the turned the dial slightly. She stopped abruptly, and it seemed that her heart did the same.

“I will not hesitate to pull this trigger, ma’am… we have told you more than once: DO NOT INTERFERE.” The man turned away after a few moments. “This is strictly a government operation.”

She watched as the man, along with her brother, stuffed themselves inside the sleek Honda Midnight Civic. She stood dumbstruck, unable to move, as the car drove away, slowly disappearing as it turned a corner.

Slowly, she fell to her knees, a blank look coming over her eyes. Numbness filled her body, and tears gradually fell down her cheeks. She squinted hard, and yelled.

“KENTO!!!!”

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Akara awoke, sweat dotting her brow, and slow panting breaths escaping her lips. She turned over to her side, and smuggled her pillow against her chest.

“That dream…” she started, “I keep having it… but they took Kento away more than five months ago.” Her eyes looked thoughtful, and she found herself digging under her pillow to reveal a small photo, worn and torn slightly around the sides.

But the image was clear. She saw herself smiling proudly and happily to a little boy with pale blonde hair, also smiling. Her hand ruffled the boy’s hair, and Akara could almost hear the laughter that released from them that day.

“Kento…” Balls of tears formed in the corners of her eyes, as she clutched the photo in her hand.

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It wasn’t right what my foster parents did to us. Who in their right mind would agree to have their son taken away? They’re cowards, that’s what they are. Their excuse to me was because they were afraid they would endanger the rest of the family since they were a government corporation. The government doesn’t have complete control of our lives. They can’t just ask us if they can take a family member away from us with no explanation whatsoever. My foster parents can never understand what it’s like to be the real parents of their own children. I’ve just realized how much of a stranger they are to me. My foster mother didn’t suffer pain for nine months, nor did she suffer pain and happiness as she gave us life in labor. No… she did none of that.

Technically… they’re not my parents at all, so why should I pretend to treat them like they are?

Akara stepped down the stairs taking in each step, as the dream was still fresh in her mind. She sat at the kitchen table, at another routine day of silence during breakfast. Only the sounds of the spoon grazing across the mug, as her foster mother mixed some coffee, and the rustle of the newspaper, as her foster father tried to take in the news of today.

Akara chewed on the scrambled eggs sandwhich, and left the house, without saying a word. She stepped onto the yellowed, cracked sidewalk, marked with weeds that grew along the sides of the pathway. She brushed off one of the skinny branches of the random cherry sapling that grew between her “home” and the next “home” of the triplex. The triplex was old, built around the 50’s. The second floor was made of horizontal vinyl, while the first floor of solid brick. The windows’ screen opened outward, and the air conditoners hung from behind.

School came in and out as normal. As the school say neared to an end, and her friends departed, she started the walk home.

As she turned the corner, she suddenly stopped. Her eyes widened at the sight of a boy about her age, leaned against the brick fence. Surprised, Akara stared unusually at him; he wore a black suit, and dark shades, earning him the look of suspicion.

Who is that? I’ve never seen him around here before. Oh no… what if he’s one of those rapists who wait for high school girls to walk home, and then makes his move?

She felt a shiver run down her spine.

No! No! Stop being paranoid… I’m sure if I just walk past him, he won’t even notice.

Slowly, she took a step. She stared at the boy, who hadn’t moved from his position. She took in a breath, and dashed past him. She stopped to look back. He still hadn’t moved. Her hand moved up to her chest, and she let out a sigh of relief.

I was being paranoid… stupid me…

The boy suddenly looked up, catching Akara off guard. He stared at her, and a gradual smirk played over his lips.

AAH!! Calm down, Akara… he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at something else.

She swiflty turned around, and dashed down the street, but stopped, as the boy spoke. “Excuse me, miss?”

Akara’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt her bones creak, as she turned around to face him.

“Y-yes?” she said.

“Well, miss, I believe you’re gonna have to come with me,” replied the boy.

Akara took in a breath, and gathered up her courage.

“No! I-I don’t know who the hell you are, so I’m not coming with you!”

“Well… you can get to know me later… but right now, you’re gonna have to come with me.”

“NO!!”

Akara turned swiftly around, and hurried away from him, fear rising in her body. Faint sounds of footsteps were heard from behind her, and suddenly… BAM!!

The boy somehow, raced past her, and stood in front of her now, hand slammed against the brick wall. Akara heard herself whimper, as he stepped closer.

“I said…that you’re gonna have to come with me…got it?”

“I said…NO!!!!” She turned away again, and tried to run the opposite direction, but stopped, as the boy grabbed hold of her wrist.

“NO!!!! STOP!!! LET GO!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!”

“Shut up!”

Akara struggled against his hold, as he grabbed her other wrist as well. He pulled her against his chest, and took one arm to hold on to her whole body. She screamed again, and the boy showed agitation.

“LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!!! SOMEONE!!!! HELP M—“

The boy whipped out a white handkerchief, and placed it hard against her mouth and nose. He pressed harder, until he could only hear the faint sounds from her mouth.

OH MY GOD… I’m gonna die, he’s suffocating me… Or is he?… What’s this smell… it’s so unfamiliar… but it’s so soothing… so soothing… so…

Akara’s knees buckled under her, and soon her eyes fluttered to a close. She fainted, but the boy held her up as support.

“You should’ve just listened to me, Ms. Kumi,” muttered the boy. He stuffed the handkerchief back in his pocket, and used that same hand, to pull a round black object clipped on his collar closer to his mouth.

“I’ve got her. You can pull around now.”

A sleek midnight Honda Civic pulled out from a corner, and halted in front of them. The backdoors automatically opened, and Akara was carried inside, head first. The driver shifted in his seat. He was a large black man, wearing the same suit and shades. The boy led himself to the passenger seat, and looked over her shoulder to look at Akara.

“Is this the girl he wants?”

“Yep.”