PROLOUGE

I don't remember the first time it happened to me, though it was probably when I was about six or seven. Those, I still consider the worst years of my life even if the others won't agree. Who cares? They weren't there, and ever since I've been trying to forget. Ever since then I've been moved from home to home, that is, until they found me. That night I remember clearly.

I was eleven then, so young and naïve; I had no idea of what was to happen. Why should I have? I'd kept it hidden pretty well; no one had ever seen it completely besides me. I never suspected what was to come and I was starting to relax. That was the biggest mistake I ever made.

I remember that it was a rainy night, that day. I was stuck inside doing homework and pointedly ignoring the other foster children. They were playing monopoly and had even invited me to play, but I of declined. I wonder if I had said yes if things would be any different or if they would have just taken me anyways. I heard the doorbell ring but the other children and I ignored it, no one ever came to see us, we had no one. Well, maybe I didn't completely ignore it; maybe I pretended to but secretly strained my ears to listen.

I didn't really hear much of what they said but I could hear the foster mom, Mrs. Jeffery, voice go high and shrill like it always did when she got upset. There were men talking too, in smooth, deep voices that seemed to be trying to calm Mrs. Jeffery down. The other children were starting to look up at each other with confusion at the muffled conversation in the front of the house and we all jumped when we heard Mrs. Jeffery scream. We waited a second, looking at each other with huge eyes until we heard her scream again but this time it was accompanied by an angry set of footsteps marching down the hallway to our small bedroom.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door for just a moment before it slammed open, revealing the stereotypical secret gent man (Or at least that's the first thing I thought about him when I saw him). He was talk with dark hair, dark suit, and dark sunglasses. He had his hand resting on a dark bulge at his side as he stood there and seemed to scan the room- or at least that's what I thought he was doing, I couldn't really see his eyes through his glasses. And stupid me didn't realized what that dark bulge was, no, I didn't find out what that was for at least another two minutes.

His gaze seemed to settle on me, "Alexander Rights?"

I tilted my head to look at him, confused. "I go by Alex."

He stiffened like I had offended him and glared under his sunglasses, "You will come with me and leave the innocents alone."

I raised my eyebrows at him, "They aren't really innocents, I mean last week they pelted me with M&M's. You call that innocent?" I threw a sideways glare at the other kid but the secret agent man threw himself in front of them.

I gave him a weird look, "What the he-?"

The man pressed his hand to his ear and spoke quickly, "Subject is hostile, I repeat, subject is hostile."

I stared blackly at him, "Wait, am I the subject? 'Cause' I'm defiantly not all that hostile." I leaned over to look at the other children. "Is this a joke?"

Suddenly it sounded like an army was making its way to our small bedroom in the back of the house. This time it seemed like there was an army when five humongous men in S.W.A.T. uniforms threw themselves past the doorway and leveled their guns at my chest.

I turned slowly back to the original secret agent man only to find he had removed to dark bulge of a pistol from his hip and had it only inches from my forehead.

"Oh crap," Was all I had to say