Michael Vey: The Elgen Trap

Chapter 1

I hear then coming, I always hear them coming, just as it cracks dawn, as the sun peaks over the horizon. They come through the towns at night taking people one by one. I know that one day they will take me. I close my eyes and beg for sleep to come, but it never does. I have not slept in weeks.
I hear a gunshot right outside my window and I flinch, they are coming for me. I slowly look out of the window and see a man, dressed in all white, with a nicely trimmed beard, he is Elgen. But he is not only that he was once the town baker.
When I was little I would walk by his shop and see him putting his son up on his shoulders, as he made small talk with the customers. Sometime he would catch me watching, and his son would smile and wave, throwing his hands up over his head. But this man was no longer the same man, he seemed somehow broken.
He was standing over my next door nabor. I look down as the old man lay dead covering a 9 year old girl, July weeping for her father who had just saved her life. A dread fills my body as I know there is nothing I can do for the father, and if I try and help the girl, they
will kidnap me. But as the baker lifted the gun up and pointed it at little sweet July something in my body snapped. I wasn't sure what these electrical men wanted with a little girl but right now all I could think about was how much I hated the Elgen and how much I wanted them to suffer. I forgot all about how he used to be a baker and only thought of my anger towards his kind, how they think they they can just take whatever they want.
I rush down the stairs and see my mom and dad whispering softly praying for the little girl to be let go. They knew too. I can't believe they knew and all they are doing is sitting and praying. My anger spreads through my body, now I am not only angry at the Elgen, I am now furious with all the people that just sit and watch the people die or get taken. I am mad at my parents, at everyone. I fling myself around the corner of our house and my parents jump up.
      "What are you doing? You shouldn't be down here you will get us all killed." My dad says rushing over to my side.
     "I can't just sit here and watch them do this to all of us, to July, who has always been the sweetest little girl always bringing us free strawberries, I don't want her sprit to be killed, or her."  I say hearing the vibration of anger in my voice.
        "Honey, sweety their is nothing that we can do." She says the stress in her voice overpowering my anger. But she is wrong, I know she is their must be something that I can do, anything. I look at her in the eye and see my mother that has always been their for me, but I know she is wrong.
      "I'm sorry Mom, Dad. I'm sorry ." I say, meaning it. I turn as my dad clings on to my arm but it is too late I have already made my choice. My mom sees it too, as she has given up trying to stop me. She cry's in the chair, heavy quiet tears, as if she is already mourning the loss of her only child. I can look at her anymore, I turn around and grab my machete from the counter and my backpack, that is always packed with food just in case they come for us and we have to escape. I mouth I am sorry to my dad one last time. I see a faint look from him as if he is proud of me, but it is mostly sorrow. I kiss my mothers head one last time, which only makes her cry harder.
I touch the door handle, and say the last words I might ever say to my family, that I might say to anyone "I love you." I take a deep breath and forget my family behind me, and fill my thoughts of only the girl, which I am ready to save.