Prologue
“There are times in life where
the evitable happens, that simply transforms us into our true selves, causing
us to fight to survive or die. It’s called “Survival of the fittest”. Fight to
live or simply live to die! Sometimes it’s the very people we claim to know
that seek us out, wanting to bring harm upon us.” Prism couldn’t
have imagined her small circle of friends, whom she loved dearly since
childhood, to be the ones who wanted her dead. If anyone would have told her
so, she would have cursed them with her tongue, telling them to go straight to
hell. Now, she was living in her very own hell, fighting to stay alive.
“I
cannot believe all that happened between the four people I called my friends
since elementary school, but I guess you just never know. All these years, with
the signs right there in my face, I still didn’t realize they were monsters.
How could I be so stupid, so naive”, Prism thought. The things she
learned about them were sickening. All those people, dead, mangled, ripped a
part like rag dolls, eyes missing, Prism couldn’t get the images out of her
head. She should have known years ago with all the signs but thought her mind
was playing tricks on her. Each time she witnessed something strange, she
dismissed it. Now, she knew without a doubt that her friends were something
other than human. Where did they come from? Who were they really? What did they
want? But most importantly, how could she stop them?
And
if that wasn’t enough, she knew that she and her brother, Spectrum were
something other than human as well. Now that she knew the truth, Prism knew
that her life would never be the same and her friends could no longer be
considered allies, instead enemies of the worst kind. If she and her brother
had any chance, they had to search for others like them. She was sure there
were others. She could feel them, but where? They just couldn’t be the only ones
left, if so, they didn’t have a chance in hell of surviving. She suddenly
became outraged. A powerful force to stay alive took over her. Prism tried to
focus on what was happening, but she just couldn’t wrap her mind around it all.
Months ago, her life was perfect. She was popular, had just turned sixteen,
with a gorgeous boyfriend, loving parents and great friends who looked out for
her. Now, she felt lost. Her life had taken a complete turn for the worst.
A million
questions flooded her mind as she ran for her life. There was no time to try
and figure it out now. She had to get away and fast. If not, she was a goner. She
had to get to her brother before they did. They wanted him. She heard them
talking just before she escaped about him being the link in their worse fear
happening. Prism was confused. What did her brother have to do with something
so extreme? He was only a child. But he was also in grave danger just as she
and if anything happened to him, she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself.
Prism ran into
the darkness, fighting hard to keep from falling or running into any trees. She
didn’t know where she was or where she was going. All she knew was that she was
running for her life, her brother’s life. They were after her, following behind
like bloodhounds straight from hell. She could hear them howling like wild
beasts just over her shoulder. She quivered thinking about the way they truly
looked, with red eyes, razor-sharp teeth, long claws, snake-like bodies and
scaly flesh. They looked like nothing she had ever seen before. The people she
saw each day for the past five years transformed into savages, killers,
menaces.
The bushes moved
all around her as the wind swayed the trees from side-to-side, sending chills
down Prism’s spine. It felt like arms were reaching out drawing her back in,
moving up and down her back. Tears streamed down her face, but she refused to
allow them to block her sight. As quickly as they fell, she wiped them away. Limbs
crumbled under her feet as she picked up speed. She soared like lightning not
realizing for full speed potential. It was as if she where floating on air.
What was happening? Months prior she developed certain abilities she knew weren’t
human, but didn’t think to ask her parents in fear that they would send her
away or at least that’s what her mind told her.
Prism’s body
ached from the several hours of torture they subjected upon her, trying to get
her to tell them something she knew nothing of. What did they mean about “her
kind”? So many thoughts played in her mind. She needed her parents. They would
know what to do or tell you what to do. Prism was curious, and the firing
within her confirmed that she wasn’t alone. Sure Spec was linked to her being
her sibling, but she felt powerful presences of others. Shaking the thoughts
once hearing to loud howling in this distance, Prism moved like the wind
passing tree after tree.
She replayed the
last hours in her mind. Her friends picked her up from home as normal for a
Friday night. Something they always did to welcome the weekend, to just hang
out and have fun. They were supposed to be cheering her up, taking her mind off
of her parents, but what transpired shocked the life out of her. When they
transformed right before her eyes, Prism nearly passed out. Her friends, the
people she cared about most, changed into something that brought pure fear into
her, yet she still felt connected to them. How was this possible? Prism needed
answers and fast.
Bloodshot eyes stared
upon her, piercing her soul and the horrible stench from their mouths made her
eyes water, as they stood over her scowling. Their serpent bodies made her skin
crawl, while decayed teeth showcased human flesh stuck between them. She knew
that they wanted to rip her to shreds, but she was still alive. Then Prism thought about Spec, thinking about
what she overheard them say about him. Her brother was her only reason for
still being alive she was sure of it. She always knew he was special, but now
she know without a shadow of doubt. She needed to get to him quickly, before
they did.
She didn’t know
where to go or who to turn to. They assured her that she could never get rid of
them. No matter where she tried to run or hide, they would always find her. They
were linked together like a chain forever. Not if she could help it, Prism
declared. She was nothing like them although she helped them do a few bad
things to some classmates for teasing her years ago. If she had known that they
were truly hurting people, she never would have participated. She didn’t like
harming others and most certainly didn’t agree with the way her friends took
actions and consequences to another level called pain. A few times Prism tried
to stop them, even threatened to tell but that only pissed them off with her.
Their friendship was never the same, and the person she tried to help, never
showed up at school again. People were vanishing into thin air, and now she
knew her friends were to blame for the countless number of disappearances and
missing people pictures in and around town.
Prism’s body felt
like she was ran over by a truck. Her face was gashed open, blood spilling into
her eyes, making it harder for her to see in the darkness. Her left arm hung on
barely, aching and dripping blood. She had to stop the bleeding. They would
surely find her if she didn’t. They craved blood and knew the smell of it way
beyond locating their prey, Prism learned a few weeks ago. Following her gut
one day, she knew something was up with her friends. Tailing closely behind
them after school, she got the shock of her life and now her life was in
jeopardy. They smelled her presence. But when she saw them the next day at
school, she remained calm, acting as normal as possible. The way Nova looked at
her, Prism knew that he was on to her. They were extremely close until recently.
She was looking for him, and wasn’t expecting to see what she saw that day when
she did find him. That day changed everything between them, and each day after
that, he only stared at her with pure disgust and anger. A few times, Prism
could have sworn she felt him standing in her room at night, mocking her. None
of the others treated her differently until months later. She regretted that
day, but was glad to finally know that she wasn’t going crazy.
A light shun in
front of her. If she made it to the light, she could find something to wrap her
left arm in and get help from whoever resided there. How had she ended up in a
place like this? Her parents were dead and deep down she knew that her friends
were behind their murders. She just couldn’t prove it. All she had left was
Spectrum. She had to protect him. Tears streamed down Prism’s cheeks again. She
used the back of her right hand to wipe them away. This wasn’t the time to fall
apart. She fought the pain aching throughout her limbs and moved through the
woods like a thief in the night. Being on the track team, as well as
discovering she had lightning speed was definitely paying off for her. Prism
ran and ran, and then ran some more. “Almost there”, she told herself. Just as
she was about to reach the hill in front of the house, something grabbed her
pulling her back into the darkness. Prism screamed but no one heard her. They had
her. What was going to happen now? In that moment she hoped that Spectrum was
safe. What if she never saw him again?
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