Prologue

Do You Believe in Destiny?

Prologue

It was dark, you know, the kind of dark when only the moon is lighting your way. There were street lights but by coincidence (I’m hoping) they went out. I left my room about twelve thirty, but that was about an hour ago. Now I’m thinking I never should have left my safe, warm, not dark house.

One would ask why am out in the dark lost in some construction site (which isn’t my fault by the way! It’s a maze in here). Well there is only one rational explanation… okay maybe not so rational. I blame Intermittent Insomnia; I just had to be awake today.

Here’s the thing, I have two windows in my room. One, my desk is right in front looking out toward this area, the construction site. Two, my bed is in the corner against the window facing town, A.K.A nothing important. My room is pretty big for a teenager but then again my parents work 24/7 so I wont get in trouble for being out since they aren’t home.

Back on topic, tonight had to be a night when I couldn’t sleep so I sat at my desk on the laptop looking up song for my iPod. Even though I’m supposed to be doing homework (but God knows how I can concentrate on one thing…right). If I didn’t look out the window when I did then I probably wouldn’t have seen the flash from the site. Bad timing I guess.

Plus the fact that I, being the curious person that I am, had to go investigate. That saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat’. Well this cat has lost all nine lives and more. So understand I have no self-control to stay put which is obviously why I’m out here. Why couldn’t my parents live at home so they could catch me?

Sneaking past my neighbor, Mrs.Doris, was an easy enough task. I swear she has video cameras watching her yard. She tells my parents everything I do outside. She can’t be watching me the whole time so I’m guessing she has cameras. Strange old lady…

That’s pretty much how things went down. I see a flashing light, sneaking past the mean old neighbor and getting lost in a construction site. Let me tell you, this is the best night of my life (no sarcasm…LIES….).

I’ve been wandering aimlessly for the past hour, trying to find away out. I’m still not successful. I also have that feeling I’m being watched. Geese bumps!! But I know if I want to get out of here I have to keep moving forward…as hard as that might be. My feet are cramping up too.

I feel like singing. I do that when I want to feel better but I don’t want to draw attention to myself incase some hobo is walking around. So instead of singing I hum a soft melody my grandmother used to sing to me. It makes me feel better at times although I feel sad because I miss her.

Humming was a bad idea because I here muffled voices. “It’s over there!” one said.

I gasped and held my breath. The only thing to do was make a run for it. But my feet wouldn’t budge. Its as if a big muscled man grabbed a hold of my ankles and held me in place. I looked down at my feet…no big muscle man here. I glanced to my left then right, nothing but walls. Two options, go forward or turn around and high-tail it away from the voices.

Before I could decide, a boy maybe about what, a year or two (I’m assuming) older than me popped out of nowhere. Literally, I didn’t even hear the pattering of his footsteps. His black hair was wind blown as if he were running. It was hard to see but by the look of it he was wearing tight jeans and a collared black shirt. His pale face glowed in the moonlight.

His position was the one when someone is proposing. But he wasn’t looking up, his face was down. He didn’t even bother to stand up; he just sat there as if he were waiting for something. Maybe if I be really quiet and back away slowly he wouldn’t notice me.

I placed my left foot in back of me and put my weight on it. A small crunchy noise sounded and my breath hitched. The said boys head shot up in my direction. His eyes black like obsidian. His glare would have sent me six feet under but looks cant kill…right?

“What are you doing here?” His voice was deep and had no hint of kindness. He was like the boy every girl at school would want to date.

“I-” what could I say? His face was so intense. “I’m lost.” Could I be anymore embarrassed?

“Get out of here!” His tone lost some harshness.

I huffed. “Didn’t you hear me? I said ‘I’m lost’”

He stood straight but didn’t walk towards me. I took a few steps closer so that the two walls were not on both sides of me but the space was open. He didn’t acknowledge me coming closer until I was five feet away. I just stared at him like I was some kind of idiot; I’m sorry, some bimbo blond who just found new eye candy.

“You need to get out of here, Elianna,” he mumbled just enough for me to hear.

Wait…Elianna? How did he…know my name? “How do you know my name?” I voiced my thought aloud.

He mumbled something again but this time I didn’t catch it. It was as if he was embarrassed or just plain annoyed. I couldn’t tell.

“How do you know my name?” I repeated.

“I know your name because…,” he paused.

A pop sound echoed throughout the place and I saw an arrow shaped thing speeding in his direction. He wasn’t moving as if he too was frozen in place. Before I knew it my feet carried me between him and the hurtling arrow.

Those stories they have about someone getting hurt, the person says it doesn’t hurt. Yeah, well their lying. It hurts…bad. The arrow had pierced the side of my stomach. I felt my head getting heavier and my eyes stared to close. A result of losing too much blood and fast, I might add. I looked back at the boy his eyes looked ready to pop out of his sockets. I laughed and fell to knees.

He appeared in front of me and held me up. His hand grasped the arrow butt firmly. “This is going to hurt. You ready?”

“You make it sound like it doesn’t hurt already?” I muttered in a forced giddy voice.

“On the count of three brace yourself as best you can,” he smiled. “1…2…3…”

A jerking pain coursed through my body. I bite my lip hard, drawing blood, so I wouldn’t scream. Bad idea, as if I wasn’t losing enough blood already. He tossed the metal stick aside and caught me as I collapsed.

“You’ve lost too much blood,” he whispered in my ear making me shiver. “You won’t survive from the blood loss.”

I shook my head and forced a smile. “At least my disappearance won’t cause a big commotion.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry.” He said softly. His eyes traveled down my neck and he bent down. A sharp pain (not as bad as the one in my stomach) shot through my neck to my head. It was getting dark his face was the last thing I saw before I went numb. It seems this cat has no more lives to lose.