Super Natural

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

The fire tore through the weakened wood slowly making it's way up the old, dilapidated house. The curtains hanging from the windows had kindled and the blazing flames licked the rotten floorboards of the second story. I was 12 at the time, afraid and paralyzed with fear.

The door to my bedroom was radiating heat like the sun in Florida. We lived in a 2 story old looking house in the abandoned areas of Pennsylvania that could pass as a large cabin for it was made almost entirely out of wood. The lower level was divided into 4 rooms. A kitchen, a living room ( which housed the dining table ), "the office" as Ben and I called it. It was really an 8ft by 10ft little area where my father had all of his working supplies. The final room was the bathroom... A.K.A our main secret exit/entrance. When you would walk in you would see a toilet on the left and a small sink with a mirror above it... Completely normal to the naked eye.

That is where you are wrong.

The mirror is actually a touch sensored screen that gives off a mirror reflection. Look closely and you can see tiny little pixels. Now, normally you would think it was just some of the splotches that dance in front of your eyes sometimes. You would listen to your inference and walk away without giving it a second thought. To my families eyes though, it was the entrance to a secret exit that led to a confusing maze that was nigh-impossible to get through without a very detailed sense of where you were going. To activate it, I would drag my fingers along the surface of the mirror in different patterns. The touch pad would recognize my fingerprints first (else it wouldn't activate or do anything other than project what looked like cough marks.)

Once it recognized our fingerprints, then it would follow our fingers to detect if we had done the correct, complicated series of patterns. After it had found a match for both our fingerprints and pattern, an odd device would pop out with a retinal scanner. Put your eye to it and if you were me, it would have recognized and the walls would open revealing an insulated set if stairs leading down to some unknown darkness.

The walls of the bathroom themselves were titanium with a think layer of wood and paint therefor preventing an intruder to just blow a hole in the wall.

As you can probably see, we aren't the most normal family. Father didn't have a job of his own. In the office, he actually had a printer which he used to forge the little money that we own. I know it's illegal but hey, if your running from the government, you gotta have some protection. Now, I didn't know about our "conflict" with the government until after the fire. On top of that, father had machines to create fake identities. No one except my family called me Jay. We were going as Mark(me) and Luke(Ben) smith. Pretty normal. Doesn't attract too much attention. Even though they were kind of pointless because we were homeschooled.

My room was small and simple with a light blue paint running along the walls. A bed that was always unmade lay in a corner where I usually kept everything I wasn't currently using. Step into my closet and you'll find no more than 3 outfits and a pair of shoes. On the side of my bed was a small nightstand that nested a picture of my dead mother. The picture wasn't of her dead, but of her 2 years before her death. Her hair was pure black, her eyes were on of those special ones that changed colors depending on your mood. She had high cheekbones and a confident pose. I get most of my physical qualities from her. Now, i am a good 6'1 but back during the accident i was much shorter. I had her jet black hair that reached down to my ears. My eyes too changed with the moods which, at the moment, were pusillanimous yellow- an emblem for fear. Utter terror.

Suddenly, the smoldering door flew off its hinges as my dad barged through, carrying a crying Ben in his arms. He was my younger brother by 3 years making him 9 years old. Poor him, his house was burning to ashes and he was only 9. This was going to be the first of many assaults by our very own government of the United States of America.