One Of The 4400 Part 1 & 2

Prologue

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Alright, I decided to want to write a story for one of my favorite shows, the 4400. Now these beautiful characters of the show; Maia Rutledge, Diana Skouris, Tom Baldwin, Richard Tyler, etc are not my own. They are the creations of the writers. Only a few are my own. their names are Vera, Holly, Vance, Damien, Laney, Matt, and finally Adam. Enjoy the story.

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I was immediately given clothes after being placed in a place I had no idea was. I ignored them, preferring my regular clothes. A blue tank top and long dark blue jeans. It was a huge facility, enough to house all of us. I was sitting on the floor, against the wall, ignoring the light tan clothes the people around me were wearing, most were conversating, and making friends. Others were staying quiet like I.

A little girl with blonde hair was staring at me from where she was sitting; the cafeteria table. "Yes?" I said. The girl came walking up to me, still staring. "What's wrong, little girl?" I asked.

Instead of answering my question, she merely said, "Hi, I'm Maia Rutledge." I nodded and extended my hand. She took it in her small delicate hand and shook it. "Vera, Vera Warren." I said, saying my name.

"Vera, where ya from?" Maia asked. "Florida, the Sunshine State." I answered. Maia was still looking at me strangely. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "I have something I want to tell you but..." she started to say. "Tell me, I won't judge." I said. "You sure?" She asked me, wrinkling her nose.

I smiled. "Tell," I urged. Maia breathed in and out slowly. She looked nervous for telling me. "Be careful. Don't fight her." She finally said. I was surprised, a level of clairvoyance that was beyond mine. I was kinda clairvoyant all my life. "Fight?" I asked, nervous. Who was I going to fight?

But before she can answer, someone called her name and she left, giving me a look. It was a look of confusion. I looked at her until she disappeared into the crowd of light tan. I wondered if she had that level of clairvoyance before she got abducted like the rest of us...

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Now it was bed time, a curfew I didn't have to have but I was having it despite my age. Sadly, my genes didn't include looking my age but looking younger than my age. The people here--the ones who rounded us up--were strict about it. On the news in the tv room, I had already figured out that the people were Homeland Security and that apparently I was one of the 4400, whatever that meant.

For now I was trying to picture Van's face in my mind. Vance Williams is--was my boyfriend in the middle of the 80's. He was handsome with tan skin and dark eyes with black thick hair. I was trying to wrap my head around how it could be twenty years since I was abducted, it felt like yesterday that I was making out with my boyfriend Vance Williams in the woods, enjoying our free time together-- because soon he woould be shipped off into the military, and I would be alone until he came back. We had promised each other we wouldn't cheat on each other that day amidst the making out, promising everything, until...

A blinding light took me.

The light wasn't really like a nightmare, it was...safe. Except for when I'd sleep and dream about it. Then it would be something that I was afraid of, because all the time I would dream of kissing Vance's lips and then being abducted...by whatever...

I didn't want to be abducted again.

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Six Weeks Later

What's difficult is, that already this afternoon, one of these Homeland Security guys came up to all of us and announced that "We have no right to hold you here, so we're letting you all go. We have contacted your family members to come and get you. If they do not, you have the choice of staying here."

What am I supposed to do with all of that news? Expect one of my siblings, if they are alive, to come get me? Maybe, but they weren't thought of until I was gone in 1974.

But then again, looking back on this news. I was frozen in my age. I was twenty, not older. Not thirty like my twin sister, Holly. Only one of my siblings by now was the same age as I, and that was due to him being born in 1984 while I was abducted.

It surprised me, already knowing of my little brother. His name was Damien. I knew this because of the picture my twin has sent me here in this godforsaken place. It was a picture of Holly, Damien, Ma and Pa. Just them, but I knew there was more to the story than that...

I knew because I had hunches, and usually my hunches, when I was growing up, ended up true.

We--the 4400 were now being released into the public, back to our homes, to our families, or what was left of them. Many of us were ushered to change into our regular clothes, doing so with the quickness of a jungle cat, we wanted to leave that bad.

However, I didn't. I didn't want to leave--not because I was afraid of meeting my family members but because I felt they should be afraid of meeting me...

Dressed in my newly washed and dried blue tank top and dark blue jeans and with just a pair of white tennis shoes, I was walking down the stairs to the main entrance, thousands of people swarmed around me, greeting their families, colored balloons and hugs were being given, yet the person who had called my name...would always be seen by me, no matter what.

"Vera!" Someone called my name. Me, hearing it, turned and looked to the source. I wouldn't dare forget his voice, because even though it was a bit more rough, and he himself was older, the voice of my boyfriend Vance would never be forgotten...

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