Freak [On Hold]

Chapter 1: Sriking up a conversation

The night is a misty mess. The rain poured down and pattered against the window pains. No one dared to go out into the dark. Everyone was comfortably in their homes enjoying the soft taps of the rain against their windows. The Styles family was enjoying a wonderful meal during this storm. Their youngest, Harry, age 10, bounced up and down as he listened to the music playing over the radio a ways away from the table. Gemma Harry's sister, age 12 smiled at her brother. She enjoyed how happy he was with life. His attitude was so enthusiastic. Mr And Mrs. Styles exchanged smiles as they watched Harry as well.

After their meal Gemma had sat down to her homework while Harry sat down on the couch flipping on the T.V. The family was relaxed. No worry about what was to come. Harry sat mesmerised by the television. He picked up his cat tail, fingering it. A normal habit he had. The Styles family were hybrids. Part cat, part human. They didn't have the slightest idea that other's thought their kind wasn't normal. To them it was. They were also impeccably good at hiding their cat ears and tails they had. All they had to do was simply slip hats on their heads, and tuck their tails into their pants and they were fine. Gemma found it incredibly hard to do so. She had to wear a dress as her school uniform also she wasn't allowed to wear hats to her school. The school however had made an exception to her in particular. They let her wear hats because her parents had convinced the school that she had a self esteem issue. Harry on the other hand often did not need to cover his ears with a hat. He had a quite big mop of curls and if he styled it correctly his brown ears could be blended in with his hair.

All was silent in the house. Nothing was unsettling. Just peaceful. When in the dark of the night there came a sound that made Harry jump out of his skin. It sounded like gun shots. Just loud, short pops. But without a doubt they were gun shots. Mrs. Styles looked to her husband with panic written across their faces. They looked to their children as well who had pulled their attention away from what they had been currently doing. The parents ran to the window and peered out into the night and stared in shock at the scene across the street. The family of shapeshifter's that lived over there were being dragged out of their home and into a dark black van. The mother thrashed violently as she was dragged away from her five year olds side. Mrs. Styles backed away from the window and grabbed up the now whimpering Harry and held him, rocking him gently. Gemma got up and walked over to her mother confused as to what was happening. Mr. Styles however never budged from the window.

"Mommy what's going on? What were those noises?" Harry whispered laying in the crook of his mothers neck.

"Shh. It's ok sweetie. Just stay calm." Mrs. Styles whispered back.

Finally Mr. Styles turned away from the window and ran to his family.

"GET THE CHILDREN OUT OF HERE NOW ANNE!!!" He screamed reaching her side.

"Why? What is it?"

"Anne we-" he never got to finish because their door was slammed open. Seven troops with guns ran into their home.

"FREEZE STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!" A troop yelled.

"Excuse me sir but what wrong have we done?" Mr. Styles asked taking his wife's hand. The two walked forward towards the troops, the children stood hugging each other, Cowering in fear at the sight of the troops.

"You are under arrest for being nonhuman."Another troop said.

Mr. Styles chuckled nervously.

"Nonhuman? Are you crazy? We are just a normal family." All of the family had their tails tucked into their pants and their ears safely hidden under hats. Harry's ears were hidden well in his curls. The parents however had neglected to notice Harry's tail trailing down his legs. Hidden momentarily from the guards.