Hellbound

Prologue

Her hair whipped back and forth as the wind blew. My hand reached out for her, but she was always out of reach. The smile on her face morphed into an evil smirk as she disappeared into the darkness. The smell of cinnimon and vanilla overwhelmed me and I drifted out of the nightmare.

I sat up in my bed, drenched in sweat, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. My muscles ached and my eyes were burning. I stumbled out of bed, clutching the night stand for support. I quickly made my way to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, the contents of my stomach making its way out of my mouth. I wiped my mouth and washed my face. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the girl. She smiled and then disappeared again, and her place was me. My short brown hair, broad build, and soft features. I stared into my unique eyes. Every girl I met would ask me if I was wearing contacts, but I never was. My irises are gold on the inside and the edges were green and blue, with flecks of dark brown. I made my way back to my bed and relaxed, pulling a book under my bed. Great Expectations. So true. There were so many things everyone wanted me to do. So many things my mom needed me to do. When I asked her why, she would tell me that I would know soon enough, but I never believed a word that came out of her mouth. She was always at work, grading papers or creating exams. Most of my childhood was without her. She wanted me on the football team, but she never went to the games. She made me get a job at Footlocker. She doesn't even tell me good luck. After my father died of colon cancer, she made sure that I was the perfect teenage boy. I've never had a different girlfriend besides Alicia from the cheerleading squad because my mom somehow always knew when I'd hung out with a different girl. When I was younger and my mom and dad were sleeping, I had gone downstairs to see what I got for Christmas, and my mom had moved the presents from un der the tree. After that, I never doubted what my mother could do. My eye drooped a bit, but I promised myself that I wouldn't see that girl again. That was when I heard footsteps on the stairs. They stopped in front of my door and began to open the door. I gripped the metal bat that was leaning against my bed and the door was flung open. My mom stood in the doorway, her pale blonde hair in all directions. When she opened her mouth, it wasn't her's.

"Carter Monroe you have been marked my the Pale One." The deep, evil voice said with one breath.

My mother left the room, leaving me shocked and slightly scared.

Who was the Pale One, and why me?