Twilight's Spell

Exposition part 1

Quick authors note: This story is connected to my sister's story Frozen Love. They tie into each other later on.
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I sigh and close my eyes. Mommy just had my baby sister, but something's wrong now. My big brother and I are waiting in the hall now. Mommy had already been sick before the baby was born, she had lost her hair and had problems doing things on her own, but things are really bad now. "Peter?" I whisper to my big brother, "Is mommy gonna be okay?" He shrugs. I know he's not really listening; he has headphones on and is listening to the Walkman. I sigh again. I haven't seen my baby sister yet, but I bet she looks like daddy (I saw him once) and has his green (or were they blue) eyes. I have brown eyes and Peter has eyes like daddy, but we both have blonde hair like mommy had. My baby sister might have blonde hair, too.

Grandpa walks out of mommy's room. "Your momma wants to talk to you two," he says. We don't move. "Come on, take those fool things off, Peter, and put that old bear down, Brooke." I look down at Snow Bear and hand her to him. Peter and I stand up. Grandpa puts the Walkman and Snow Bear in Peter's backpack and we all enter the silent room. Peter and I stand on either side of mommy.

"Why you been fightin' with the other boys, baby?" she asks Peter. He ignores her. "Peter."

"They smooshed a little frog that ain't done nothin'," Peter responds.

She smiles sadly. "You're so much like you're daddy, and he was an angel," she starts having trouble speaking, "composed out of pure light."

Grandpa coughs. "You had a present for each of the kids." She nods slightly and tries to pick up three small gifts. "Let me help ya, Mer." Grandpa picks up the gifts and puts them in Peter's bag. "I got ya, Pete."

"You two open them when I'm gone, and give the last one to your baby sister," she says. She then turns to me. "You keep your brother out of trouble. Got that, Sweetie?" I nod my head, starting to cry a little bit. She smiles at my brother and I. "You're grandpa's gonna take such good care of you two." She holds her hand out. "Take my hand, Peter," she says to him, "you too, Brooke." I do so. Peter turns his head away. "Peter, please."

"Take your mother's hand, Peter," grandpa tells my brother.

"Where's our sister? Where is she?" I ask mommy. She doesn't answer, focused on Peter. I hear a machine next to me make a loud beeping noise and I see mommy go still and quiet. "Mommy! Mommy!"

"No! Mom!" Peter calls. Grandpa has to hold Peter as he lunges himself at mommy, I try to do the same, but someone else grabs me.

Peter and I are both dragged into the hall. "I need you two to stay here," grandpa tells us before returning to the room crying. I look up at my brother.

"We need to find our baby sister, take care of her," I tell him. He shakes his head and takes off down the hall. I follow him; I'm scared and I'm only three. Peter's eight and my big brother, he's supposed to take care of me. He ends up falling in the field near the hospital. I sit down with him and we both cry. We cry until a bright light hits us. Peter and I look up, but I can't see anything besides the light. Then it feels like something is pulling me.

"MOM!" I hear Peter scream as the ground leaves us and is replaced by a metal floor.

I look around the room in fear. My hands instantly grab Peter's arm for protection. We're surrounded by scary looking, weird men. One of them, a blue skinned guy with a future-like red Mohawk, steps forward and starts talking in some weird language I don't understand. Another one, he looks normal except he has his own Mohawk-like styled hair and is wearing a weird outfit like the rest of them, says something in the weird language to the blue man. He looks at us seriously and replies back to the normal looking guy. They have what sounds like an argument until someone in the back says something. The other two don't seem to like it. The blue guy whistles real loud and a weird floaty arrow flies over right in the face of the guy that just talked. He then says something loud enough for all the men to hear and they all nod in sync. He then whistles again and the arrow comes back to him.

"Peter," I whisper, "I'm scared." He pulls me closer to him as the blue man seems to tell the other men to do stuff. They all leave except for the normal looking man from earlier, another normal looking man with a different weird hairstyle, and the blue man.

"It's going to be okay, Brooke," Peter tells me. He pushes me behind him so that I'm kinda hidden. "I won't let 'em hurt you." The three men then look towards us and blue man tells the other two something. They both reply before turning to us. The newer guy walks over and grabs Peter and he starts fighting. "Run, Brooke!" he yells.

Before I can even take a step, the Mohawk guy grabs my arm. I start to struggle a bit, but he kneels down and looks me in the eyes. He whispers something to me in a comforting voice. I think he might have said 'Calm down, it's going to be okay. I won't hurt you.' I don't know, but I do exactly what I think he might have said and stop fighting him. He smiles and picks me up carefully. He looks at the guy trying to handle Peter and shakes his head before walking out of the room, flashing a smirk at the glaring blue man.

He takes me to a hospital like room and lays me on a bed. He looks over at someone behind the bed I'm now laying down on and says something to him sternly. I see a guy with hair that comes up in the middle, I wouldn't exactly say Mohawk, and blue, wrinkly forehead come over. He says something back and grabs a mask off of a stand. Mohawk man takes it from him and puts it on over my mouth. The blue man comes in and starts to talk to Mohawk man while the other guy gets things together. I start to feel sleepy and close my eyes. I can hear the guy that had Peter coming in, but I fall asleep too soon to know anything else. The last thing I feel is hand resting gently on my head, ruffling my hair.