Ruach

I sat straight up on the bench as the train whizzed past and let out an ear splitting honk. My breathing was ragged and my throat was uncomfortable dry. The dream, no nightmare kept replaying over and over again in my head. The memory of them strapping me down to a cold table with hard leather straps replayed over and over in my head. I shivered as I remembered how it felt when the cold needles slipped under my skin and I could feel what ever they were putting into my body leave it and inter my blood stream. No matter how much I cried or pleaded for them to stop they wouldn’t.

That place was awful and the results of their ‘test’s’ had made me a freak among freaks. Turns out they were shifters and werewolves. Yes both exist and both are horrible creatures. I can usually tell what they are but they can’t with me sometimes since I’m not completely like them. I’m more of a shifter than a werewolf. A mutated shifter that is. Instead of turning into a giant wolf or panther or tiger or eagle, I turn into a harmless herbivore. A horse, yes I now a horse not exactly Hollywood scary but when I first changed it was the scariest night of my life. First the actual change was painful beyond belief. I got sick at least six times all my bones broke and repositioned themselves then I grew a tail! That was probably the most painful part…..besides the hooves. Then the horse instincts had me running from ever little sound! I couldn’t stand to catch my breath for more than a minute before something else scared the crap out of me and made me take off like the devil was after me.

The next day when I woke up after passing out from exhaustion Amelia was with me but she smelled different like blood and death. I was immediately scared out of my wits again. It took about three months for me to be comfortable around Amelia then a year to actually go out in public. It’s ok when you’re a horse and you get scared of a bird tweeting but when you’re a kid or adult and that sound alone has you peeing in your pants and running away….yea people are gonna think you’re defiantly different.

Me and Amelia had escaped the night we fully changed and well that had helped us somewhat. Then we fled to Europe where we meet Owen this old man that used to be and ex-spy. I know what are the chances that we get taken in by an ex-spy who happens to be a werewolf and then he teaches us about how to disappear and start all over again. How to change our appearances and finally persuaded us to get normal names.

See the testing had made us loose most of our memories. I can faintly see the outline of who might be my parents but that’s it. Everything else from before the testing is gone, even my identity, I don’t remember my name and neither did Amelia so we renamed ourselves and created a semi-normal life.

Then Owen died 2 years after we meet him, I was 13. Then just when I had turned 14 Amelia died. I remember her saying one night that she was going out to get some milk but she never came back. The next morning when I was watching the morning news I saw that a women estimated age 24 had died. She had been hit by a bus and thrown 30 feet before sliding another ten. She’d died in the hospital later that night. She had no I.D with her so they had no family to contact, when they buried her. But I called in and gave them her name and date of birth. We actually were able to remember our age since we had both been captured when we were ten and they tattooed our age when we were caught into our ankle. So you just add how ever many years I’ve been on the run to ten and you’ll have my age.

But right after I had called in I left. I even called from a payphone so they wouldn’t know who I was. A month later I was caught and sent to an orphanage and that’s were I’ve been ever since. Well except for right now. Right now I’m about to get on a train to head into London to catch a plane that will take me to America right to the very state that had the evil men who tested me.

Georgia

It’s like the people that adopted me know or something?

But I highly doubt that……I think.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched as I heard the man over the intercom call for the last borders to London which happens to be me. I gave the old man my ticket. He looked at me disapprovingly since it had taken me five minute more than everyone else to get on. I found a seat all to myself and closed my eyes hoping to get at least one more hour of sleep. Lately the nightmares had been getting worse and worse. Probably since I was heading straight into enemy territory and I didn’t know if the people I was going to live with were shifters. You’d be amazed at how big the shifter and werewolf community is. I see them on a daily basis they blind in with humans amazingly well.

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“Please buckle your seat belts we are about to land. Thank you for flying with us!” The cheery lady said over the intercom. If I could hit someone so hard for just having the most annoying voice on the face of the earth it would be her. And the fact that she was a blonde with HUGE fake boobs and way to much make up, not to mention her shoes! It’s a wonder she was able to walk straight on that plane, let alone walk at all! And it just so happened that I sat next to the guy that she decided she wanted to flirt with….even though he was married had three kids and WAS NOT INTERESTED IN CHEATING ON HIS WIFE OF TEN YEARS!!!!!

I had finally lost it eight hours into the flight and grabbed his ring finger and shoved it in her face whilst practically yelling in her face also.

“HE’S NOT INTERESTED! NOW GET LOST BEFORE I SHOEVE YOU OUT OF THIS PLANE WITHOUT A PARACHUTE!” Then I had dropped his hand and gone back to my pointless magazine while she called me ever bad word in the book and few more that I think she created on the spot. But I ignored her and she finally stomped back to the business section of the plane while the rest of first class clapped and cheered for me at getting rid of her annoying butt.

But know here we are finally landing in the U.S of freaking A. I stilled had to wait for another hour for my other plane to fly me to Kentucky then down to Georgia. Then I would finally be at my new home at least new home for a little while. I might have forgot to mention my little running away problem. I’m a naturally wild roaming animal. I’m used to wide open spaces and moving around a lot. Staying in one place especially so close to my enemy does not sit well with me. But I kind of have a bit of a running away record. But they were all human family and they took my sneaking out to run as sneaking out to see a boy (as if I had time! To focused on my studies to get a actual job and a semi life!) or just drugs (do I look like I do drugs?? I didn’t think so!). So I was labeled as the problem child and they think they’re going to change me and make me a better person. I’m a perfectly good person. I do community service of my own free will not because I get in trouble. Really the only bad thing I do is the sneaking out part but if they new the real reason for my sneaking out then I would back in a testing lab and I am so not going back.

I looked at all the different stores in the mall and picked up about 20 different books to read for the next flight…..no seriously I bought 20 actual books. I like to read, I know GASP SHE LIKES TO READ! EVERYONE RUN IN TERROR!

But hey it passes time and I like it so…..DEAL with it.

I bobbed my head along to my iPod that I had bought with my own money as I looked at my phone that I bought! Ok so I don’t like to be taken care of. Everything that I own I bought myself or it was a gift…..which I have like no gifts except these pair of ear rings that Amelia bought me for my 13 birthday. They were simple diamond studs but I loved them none the less.

Finally my flight arrived and I was able to board. But then the realization that I was now a little bit closer to my worst night mare set in.

Beyond sorry about the deleting thing guys!!!! But i'm  thinking of  uploading a few chapters today so yea.

love Rach :)