(Karea, pronounced Kayra)
Chapter 1
February 17th 2998
Kaera
Revenge. Most would describe this word as an act of anger or sorrow. Some think it is for some kind of self- gratification. But for a minority of people it is in remembrance of those lost and never found. I am one of those few.
Creeping lower into the grass, my mind was filled once again with the vision of my foster parents being brutally killed by faceless demons swathed in cloth. This vision, memory, whatever you want to call it, has been the driving force behind my reasoning for god knows how long now. It’s been the reason behind my new life style, the body count in my head, and the dark circles under my eyes.
Welcome to my life. With the new Order coming into power, more and more of the higher ranking families in the world of thaumaturgy, magic whatever you wanna call it, it all means the same thing, magical assholes wielding ‘special’ powers, have been disappearing. Normally I wouldn’t care about this crap; I lived my entire life as a servant child for an Upir Duke and his wife. Being treated like shit every day at work really makes you loath hierarchies and any form of power. Hence my wonderful and admirable anti-establishment ‘screw the man’ attitude towards life.
However, after spending years and years trying to locate my birth parents, it makes it rather hard to ask questions to dead people, or rather ‘missing’ people. What a load of bullshit that is.
Finally, after weeks of research, I at last have a lead. If I can find who has been killing all these people then it might help. So here I am, hiding in a bush, waiting for my lame ass brother to finish attaching the fuses to the damn explosive so we can light this gate up like the 4th of July.
I could have hooked those cables up 10 minutes ago, but oooh no! Big Macho man over there just had to assert his masculinity and Y chromosome and go all Henry Ford mechanic and shiest.
"You run like a girl" I whispered as he did a little army-esque tuck and roll to our hiding place. “Do you have to take so long? I’m pretty sure Steven Hawking Could have been faster, and been less obvious” I berated.
“Jesus woman, what do you want from me!” he wined; I pulled my tongue out at him and blew him a kiss. “I’d look hot in a wheel chair anyways.” He muttered to himself, looking at me in a way that silently conveyed he wasn't amused.
I love my brother there has always been something about him so childlike and care free. I envy him sometimes, for being twins we’re nothing alike, besides the family resemblance we’re exact opposites. Where I’m level headed and always worry about the task at hand, hardly ever enjoying myself, he seems to radiate with energy and enthusiasm. He always has a smile on his face and knows exactly how to cheer me up. I found him two years ago in a half way house for un-adoptable kids, just outside of Berlin. J had never been given a name, the woman how looked after them all just gave all the kids a letter and he just grew on it I guess.
The flash of light and thud in my peripheral vision caused me to lower my head and smirk he still doesn’t understand the term "silent but deadly". Just last week we were in our van, running from the cops, and just as we nearly lost them behind an ally, Sir trips-alot stumbled onto Rocky our dog, causing him to howl and bark. Let’s just say we made it, but the back of the van now has a few holes he is made to plug up with his fingers at night. I hate spiders.
