Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The only thing I hear is sound of our feet tapping against the ground, as we gasp for air, running away from the Hunters. We turn a corner and find an open door, which we lock behind us after we are both inside, proceeding to laying down on the ground, and trying to keep quiet. We knew that if we're to make too loud a sound, they will hear us, and find us.

How they managed to deprive me of my powers, I do not know; all I remember is walking down the street as the sun began to set, causing the sky to turn a vibrant shade of orange, and listening to music through Justin's old music player. The streets were empty, and the wind was lightly blowing trash down the streets, bringing the trash's crude stench with it. I squinched my nose and looked to the side, and suddenly, as I tilted my head back forward, I saw Skylar running towards me, so I took the old earphones out of my ears.

"Jasmine, help!" she shouted at me, as she sprinted towards me at her top speed, which is, even without her powers, still very fast. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but then I saw three figures running behind her, which I soon identified as three men dressed in all black, except for a bright red wristband they also had on, visible from across an entire football field. It was when they got closer that I was able to look at them with more detail, they were fit, one of them even buff, and they had on strange tool belts with devices I've never seen before, as well as a gun, and a net.

"Why don't you just attack them back?" I mutter to myself in frustration as I take a step forward to charge at them. By the time I managed to take only a few steps forward, just a moment away from teleporting towards them, they had already pulled out and shot their guns at me, all three of them simultaneously, and not a single bullet missed.

I looked at where their bullets hit me: my shoulder, stomach, and leg, to see what they hit me with, and saw that rather than bullet holes, there were darts injected into my body. I simply took them out and immediately tried teleporting to them again, but I couldn't, and after trying it again, I noticed my body beginning to weaken, so I turned around and ran slowly, until Skylar caught up to me, then we sprinted from the unknown danger.

I looked back and saw that one of the men, this one dark skinned, had pulled out something else from his belt, a metal cylinder with a button his thumb was on, and he was aiming it at us, so I pulled Skylar into an alley to avoid whatever it was, and we soon found ourselves next to an old school.

"Follow me," I told her as I changed course and headed towards one of the school doors. I tried opening the door, but it was locked, so instead I grabbed a rock from the ground, and used it to smash the windows open, I then helped Skylar climb in through the window, and climbed in after her.

We ran down the hallway, turned a corner, and found an open door emitting light at the end of the hall, the only open door in sight. We ran to the door and found that there was nobody in the classroom, so we entered the room and I quietly shut the door behind us, I then saw that there were still keys on what seemed to be the teacher's desk, so I took them and locked the door, turning off the lights afterwards. Finally, I sat down on the floor with Skylar, who was sweating from exhaustion, and we found ourselves stuck inside of this classroom.

Little light is coming in through the window, and it falls onto the desks which are put together in groups of four and scattered across the room. I look at the walls and see scribbled drawings, then I see the selection of books found within the bookcase, there are simple math and pre-algebra textbooks, along with some simple books for reading. This classroom is for middle schoolers; not that it matters much.

Skylar is now slowly beginning to breathe normally, and outside I hear a faint sound of footsteps, but Skylar doesn't seem to notice them. She brushes aside her once short hair, which is now flowing down her back, and over a black leather jacket she has on, very similar to my old one. Her red eyes, which all of us Fallen have, to mark what we are, are barely visible through her fringes,  which fall straight down and onto her forehead. She then continues to wipe her face of the little sweat she has left on her, rubbing it on the carpet floor, then she looks back at me almost desperately.