PrologueA Chapter by batteredmettleThe two main characters are introduced, along with a couple of their friends.He didn’t know how long he spent
down there, but he did remember how white it was. The difference was in the
silver tools they used, the food they gave him, their dark hair and pale faces.
He didn’t know what he looked like, but he was wearing white, too, so he
thought he probably looked the same. There was one person, though,
who was a different color. She wore blue under her white coat, her face was
light brown and framed in dark red hair. She was smaller than the others. She
had to stand on her toes when they had him standing up, but everyone else
either leaned forward or crouched down. She was almost blinding, how colorful
she was compared to the clean white of the place. He found himself wanting more of
those colors. At the time, it was just a need for something different than what
he’d known. White smelled bad. It was too clean, too sharp. If he’d been able,
he would have made her stay with him, just to see something besides that awful,
stifling white. He was lying in what they called
a “waiting room”, on a wheeled, metal table they called a “cart”, when it
happened. They were probably getting ready to put that thing over his mouth and
nose and wait for him to sleep with white masks over their faces. He never
liked it when they did that. He always woke up with pain somewhere on his body. But when the black came"when the
lights above him flickered and turned off"he suddenly realized that wasn’t
going to happen this time. He started to sit up, almost
forgetting about the white straps holding him to the cart. He did that a lot.
Sometimes, when he didn’t forget, he would try to pull at the straps. As if he
could get them off this time. He never actually did, though. This time, though, he felt them
loosen and fall off. The silver buckle hit his wrist as it fell, but he barely
felt the cold metal anymore. There was someone standing over him, and as his
eyes adjusted, he saw the red of her long hair in the darkness. She didn’t talk, but her hands
were fast as she pulled him off the cart. Something was slung over his
shoulder, and he felt the weight pull him down slightly as whatever it was
bumped against his leg. She took his hand, and then they
were running, through dark halls that he was usually wheeled through. His legs
and throat were burning, and he tried to ask what was going on, but his voice
wouldn’t work. Soon, they came to a thick,
white door. Behind them were the sounds of people running, and the thump of
something big moving toward them. She turned to him, and her eyes were almost
black. “Through this door,” the girl
said as she reached for the handle, her voice sounding more like breath than
voice. “You have to go alone from here, James.” The “something big” thumped
again, closer this time. The boy had too many questions. He felt something
pounding in his chest and wondered what it was. But she pushed him out the door
and closed it behind him before he could voice his concerns. And, of course, once he was
outside, the sensations of everything around
him distracted him from even remaining frightened. Outside smelled good. There was
none of the sharp bite of chemicals, nothing clean out here. It smelled like
something he hadn’t even seen in years; the smell of the dirt after rainfall.
He didn’t know how he knew that. But he didn’t care, because there was more to
see. More to smell. More to feel. The ground gave under his bare
feet. He looked down, expecting some sort of carpet. And there he found one,
but it wasn’t any of the carpet he’d been aware of. It was bright green and so
long that it brushed against his knees. Beneath even that, he felt
something against his toes: gritty and cold, and a bit wet, but he found he
loved the sensation. He knelt and brushed his fingertips against the stuff;
when he brought his fingers back up to his face, they were covered in some sort
of brown stuff that fell off his fingers in clumps and disappeared back into
the grass. Grass, he remembered. That was the carpet. And the brown stuff was
the dirt he was smelling. He peered closely at the grass and saw droplets so
tiny he had to wonder how they got so small. Nothing out here was the bright, fake white of the rooms he’d been
kept in for half his life. He dreaded nothing"no white-coat-clad people
dragging him into another lab for another test, no scary thump, no big long words he couldn’t even decipher the meaning of. Out here, it was anything but white. Remembering that there was more
to see, he rose to his feet and looked around. Back where he’d come from, a
metal door stood set in a rocky wall. Both seemed out of place. The stones were
a bright grey with stark black lines running through them, each cut into as
regular a rectangle as the bricks in the building below. The door was silver,
as if it had tried to blend in with the rock, but it was too dark a silver and
the water-tracks running down it were darker still. He eyed the door warily as
he stole of into the other direction. That direction was far better.
It wasn’t long before he realized he was up high; no matter which direction he
walked, he was going down. He stepped on a lot of things. A weird black-shelled
thing he recognized as a beetle, a small puddle that made such a satisfying splash that he had to go back and try it
again, several sticks, and a couple of rocks. One of these rocks was beautiful;
he picked it up and examined its jagged edges and the one corner that caught
the sunlight and shimmered. His chest did another weird thing, but it felt more
like some winged insect had taken over one of his lungs as its nest than the
scary pounding it had been doing before. He stuffed the rock into his bag full
of papers. In doing so, he freed one of the
papers from the bag; with a rustle that almost made him cringe, thinking it was
a scientist with a clipboard taking notes, the page caught the breeze and
floated out gracefully. He watched it in a sort of dumb awe for a moment before
he remembered how important those pages were. “Hey!” His own voice startled
him, but he chased after the escaped page into the trees. Trees"that was a word
he’d almost forgotten, too, but he’d often seen these in his dreams. He’d run
among them, like he was doing now. Chasing after something"someone"some
long-forgotten memory. Instinct told him to stay clear of roots and
low-reaching branches. The page fluttered against a tree and stuck there, pinned
by the rogue breeze. Now seeing no need to hurry, and
being exhilarated as he was with his chase and the euphoric feeling of what he
now realized was freedom, he let out
a soft chuckle that quickly grew in gusto and volume. The leaves swirled around
him in his run, reds and golds and browns rustling up against him and away from
him in a way that papers never had. The sun lent its own golden gaze to the
show, shining at him between the leaves as if greeting him. His laughter echoed
around the autumn-struck forest as he danced in circles around trees and over
roots and…directly into someone who had been hiding in the bright light. The leaves rained down around
him as he stopped in his tracks. The person he’d run into was wearing red, but
everything else about them was white. Their long hair, their pale skin, the
sash around their red coat. They held his page in one hand. His ecstatic
feeling was gone, replaced by fear. He cringed back and collided with something
else"the trunk of a tree, hindering his escape. Oh, no. Oh, no. Please don’t bring me back. I just got here. I want the
trees"the grass"the mud and the sun"please" The person stepped out of the
sunlight and smiled at him. It didn’t seem like a fake smile, like a ‘We’re
about to hurt you but here, have a lollipop’ kind of smile. Their eyes crinkled
up around the edges and a tinkling sound escaped their mouth. “Hello there, little one,” they
said. Their voice was musical, and they held out the page he’d dropped. The boy
stiffened and pressed himself against the tree behind him, the force of his
trembling nearly shaking the leaves. The person frowned and glanced
behind him. Their bright blue eyes hardened, and their voice was harsher this
time as they spoke. “Go away,” they growled. “Can’t
you see this boy is frightened enough? You can come and talk to him later.” The boy blinked and peered
around the tree to see who they were talking to. A man stood there, hiding in
the shadows with his hands in his pockets. His hair was messy and a dark
yellow, brighter than the gold of his eyes. His clothes were filthy and
disheveled, but looked like they’d been nice and clean at one point. His face,
the only bit of skin on him that the boy could see, was so pale, the freckles
stood out almost black against his cheeks. And he looked angry, with his sharp eyebrows almost meeting in the middle and
creating deep lines in his forehead. He
glanced at the boy, and he flinched back a little, until he saw the angry in
the blond’s eyes soften a bit. His voice was gruff, the
complete opposite of that of the person in red. “Then I will be back later,” he
growled. The boy watched as he turned and disappeared"almost immediately"into
the darkness of the trees. He heard a sigh, and turned back
to the first person, who was scratching their big, pointy ear. “Let’s try this
again,” they said. “I’m sorry, little one, he does like to butt in when
something’s different. He’s only curious, but I don’t think you need that right
now.” “Who are you?” the boy asked,
his voice sounding strange to him. He hadn’t ever spoken to the people back at
the white place; the only person he could remember speaking to was the girl
that had gotten him out. And that was such a blur, he couldn’t even believe it
had happened. The person in red apparently
didn’t share his misgivings. They laughed softly, fixing him with a gentle look
that made his shaking calm down a bit. “You may call me Hiko,” they said. “The
person who just left is known as Yamiko, but he can’t ever remember that name,
so he’ll respond better to the number 42. If I’m guessing right, he came out of
the same place as you. Now, do you have a name, or did they stick you with a
number, too?” “A-7,” he said, scratching his
arm absently. “But the girl…she called me James.” The person thought this over,
and as he watched, he could see their features soften"and not in the
gentle-look kind of way. Their wrists became thinner, the shape of their face
more round, their upper chest filling out slightly; they even grew a few inches
shorter. Their animal ears disappeared, their white hair receded and darkened
into red. Their eyes turned from blue to brown and their skin grew tanner. When
it was done, they were looking at him with the face of the girl that had given
him the bag and pushed him out the door. James had to rub his eyes. “This girl?” they"she"asked,
though with the same voice they’d had before. He nodded wordlessly. The girl
reached out and gently tapped the bottom of his chin, and he closed his mouth
with a snap. She giggled. “Then I’ll take
this form until you’re more comfortable with me,” she said. “I was feeling a
bit more girly today, anyway. I like this girl, though. She would always come
out for walks, not hurting anything in the forest, just looking around. Like
you’re supposed to do in the forest.
I hadn’t talked to her, but she seemed to know I was there. Even 42 didn’t mind
her presence.” She came closer, and James
shrunk back a little, but all she did was to slip his page back into the bag he
held. She laid a gentle hand on his arm, and his eyes widened a little; it was
as if she was leeching out the tension in his muscles. His trembling ceased and
he let out a slow breath. She nodded, as if satisfied. “Come on, James,” she said,
holding her hand out for his. “I’m not going to hurt you. But it’s getting
dark, and there are other things that might want to hurt you, that even 42 may
not be able to protect you from. Let’s go back to my home, okay?” James blinked at her, then at
her hand. There were still so many things he was confused about, but he could ask
them later. For now, he wanted to be somewhere safe, somewhere he wouldn’t be
hurt, stared at, or locked up. He felt that, with this person,
this Hiko, he might just get somewhere like that. So it was with only a moment’s
hesitation that he reached out and took the hand offered to him. “Whoever said looking through
the missing ads was a great idea?” Jaelyn growled to herself, closing out of
another news website. “We already know he’s
missing. My mom was the one who made the damned police report.” She checked the time; seven
minutes until the library closed. Looking around, she took stock of the crowd
around her"or the lack thereof. The only other person in her immediate
proximity was a boy her age, his mahogany hair cut jaw-length and his strange
eyes giving her a casual look. That was the thing about Ruby
that had made the girl aware he wasn’t human. She could always tell by the
eyes. Of course, this particular demon’s eyes were a bit obvious in that
respect; the irises were probably what gave him his name with their crimson,
faintly-glowing hue, but the sclera"the ‘whites’ of his eyes"were black
instead. Apart from that, there wasn’t
that much remarkable about him. His ears maybe
had a subtle point to them. He wore a black hoodie with an outfitter’s red-orange
logo printed to the left of its chest, his jeans were well-worn and
“fashionably” scuffed, and his shoes were normal black Converse high-tops with
red shoelaces. He had his hands in his pockets and was leaning against a
bookshelf as he watched her approach him. “I think that was my sister’s
idea, darlin’,” he told her with a shrug. “She said somethin’ about there bein’
the possibility there was some kind of hint in the ads.” “Well, Opal’s wrong on this
one,” Jaelyn sighed, tying her brown-and-black hair back in a high ponytail.
“We need to go, anyway. The library’s closing in a f"” The intercom came on, recorded
words crackling, “The library will be closing in five minutes.” Jaelyn pointed upward to the
ceiling. Ruby snickered behind a hand. “After you, ma’am,” he said,
gesturing toward the door. As they walked outside, Jaelyn
sighed, readjusting the hoodie tied about her own waist. She inhaled deeply and
held it for a few moments before releasing the breath through slightly parted
lips. As if sensing her agitation,
Ruby came up behind her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “We’ll find him,
Jae. Y’know that, right?” She always found it odd, that
Tennessee accent coming from a demon’s mouth. Of course, he’d said much the
same about that hard look behind her human eyes. They were pretty alike, in
that sense. Ruby was human for a demon, and she was demonic for a human. Maybe
that was what made them a good team. She nodded in response to his
words. “I know,” she said. “I just wish we’d found him a lot sooner, that’s all.” He nodded back, hooking his arm
through hers with a playful smirk. “We’d better get back to our houses before
we get our asses chewed out, huh?” “It is a school night,” she
acceded, then scowled a bit. “I am not ready
for school to start back up.” The two began walking. Ruby
steered her in the direction of her home"because despite the fact that they
were equal in physical strength, which had been proven multiple times, he was
too chivalrous not to walk her home first. After the fifty-billionth time,
she’d finally decided to be charmed by the gesture, and not annoyed. “Sucks that we don’t get any
classes together,” he said wistfully after a few minutes. “But at least we got
lunch break. Same meetin’ place as last year, right?” She nodded. She looked ahead to
where her godparents’ house stood, the porch light on despite the hour. They
left it on all day, and Jaelyn wondered if it was just a Utah thing or an
all-over-the-place thing. Her parents had never left on the porch light, with
the reasoning that it wasn’t worth the hike in utility cost. Her parents had died only six
years ago. Her brother had disappeared three years before that. While the
circumstances were different"the car crash that had taken her parents’ lives
had not been related to the dark night James had been stolen away"she’d still
taken that night six years before as motivation. She didn’t want to be alone in
the world. Her family had been taken from her, but at least she had the chance
to take one of them back. Six years of adamant training and research had been
enough to gain her the title “Junior PITA” (or “Preternatural Investigational
and Tactical Agent”, as they’d been quick to tell her) and find herself a
partner, but she still had yet to find her twin brother. But she knew it was a matter of
time. “Is Opal still…you know?” she
asked, knowing Ruby knew what she was talking about. The two had never gotten
along. They weren’t bad people, not to each other and not to others, but for
some reason, their personalities clashed. Opal was particularly standoffish to
her brother, though Ruby did his best not to stir the waters. It was also,
probably, due in part to being raised by different sides of the family. Ruby
had moved back to Hobble City a few years before from his small town in
Tennessee"Jaelyn didn’t even remember the name of his hometown"when he’d found
out it was easier to get into the PITF here. Upon his arrival, he and Jaelyn
had become fast friends and an even better team, but her friend Opal wasn’t
thrilled about his return. From Ruby’s expression, Jaelyn
could tell not much had changed. He sighed and scratched behind his neck, not
meeting her eyes. “Yeah, she is,” he said with another sigh. “I’m hopin’ it’ll
be better this year, but she did give me the cold shoulder all summer.” Jaelyn sighed. They stopped at
the beginning of the path leading to the front door of her house. “I’ll try talking to her,” she
promised. “Me and Carol. If we’re all going to be training for the same line of
work together, we need there to not be
bad blood between us.” “Thanks,” he said in some
relief, then playfully nudged her toward the house. “But you need to be gettin’
inside now, darlin’. I don’t want Mr. Samson to kneecap me for gettin’ you home
too late.” She laughed. “See you tomorrow,
Ruby. Don’t stay up too late with…whatever it is you Southern kids do.” She waved as he walked off, then
trudged to the front door. She headed inside and cleaned up for dinner,
mentally going over what she would need to get ready for the impending school
day. She looked into the mirror, her
green eyes following a hairline crack in the glass up to the reflection of her
face. She gave the reflection a cursory glance"trying to find what it was that
made people think she was a demon upon first glance. No matter how hard she
looked, she didn’t see the hardness everyone else saw. Her brow was very subtly
furrowed, but it was always like that, wasn’t it? Oh, well. She’d just have to
avoid looking at anyone during class tomorrow. She flicked off the light and
headed downstairs for dinner. © 2016 batteredmettleReviews
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1 Review Added on November 26, 2015 Last Updated on January 18, 2016 Tags: supernatural, teen protagonist, female protagonist, demons, lab setting, library setting AuthorbatteredmettleUTAboutI'm an aspiring author, a screenprinter and artist currently living in Utah. I'm very much an egotist but I also have fun poking fun at myself. I'm open to friendly and constructive criticism on my wo.. more..Writing
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