What the hell! I was being kidnapped by my own family. I had tried struggling free but each time i tried there was a unknown hand pulled across my chest to refrain me from kicking one of them in the balls.
To keep me distracted I attempted thinking of something, but there was one thought that stuck out from the others. How could my own brother do this. What tempted him to do this, I thought he loved me, little did I know he was planning to kidnapped me on his own time.
It had been five hours now, and I fell asleep in the man who refrained me earlier, arms. I hope he didn't mind me snoring. Although I could not see the terrain of where we were at, I could hear the loud crakle of gravel being pushed against the tires. Possibly somewhere in the forest.
The three men who kidnapped me, unclasped the solem rag from my mouth, and picked me up vigorously so I would move involuntarily.
The terrain was forest as far as the eye could see, cedars and pines surrounded a spot in mid forest where men with shotguns and crossbows where awaiting there new victim, me.
The man in the middle was no older than 38. His scruffy beared, covered most of his face and neck. He wore nothing but leather, combat boots, and a sawed of shotgun ready to shoot at any time. This man was my father Samuel Beckett. The most ruthless man in town and the most protective father in town.
The second figure was my mother. Her black leather hood covered her face entirely. She brandished a compound crossbow, and a quiver full of bolts.
"Dad what the Hell is going on, and why are you all holding weapons, I thought you were against guns?!"
"It was for your saftey, I never wanted this for you." He said in his fatherly voice.
My voice compressed down to a low peep. "From what?"
"Alex there is a world out there that is not for you. Have you ever heard the tales of werewolves, gargoyles, and witches." He exclaimed in a rough coarse voice.
"Yes, but all meer bedtime stories".
"Anything but Alex, they're real all of them, everyone, down to the last sucubai." He said
"What does that have to do with our family?"
"We are a part of an organization, a group of hunters if you will, who track, kill, and slaughter those wild beast. We are the beast tammers". At that moment everyone's eyes glowed with a sudden spark of purple, even mine.
Before I could say anything a figure came from the forest brush, holding two objects I could not make out.
The figure was my sister Shianne, wearing black everything, her hair tied back in a long ponytail, and a two short swords at her hips. The two objects she was holding were two heads of a wolf.
About to pass out, my father catches me and brings me back to the van. Then, sudden darkness.
