Seeker (Completed)

Where am I?

Hey guys this is my first story so please let me know what you think (:

Prologue

This is the moment she had been waiting for. She looked up into the mirror, piercing blue eyes stared back at her, everything she had done lead up to this moment, her fifteenth birthday. She combed back her hair and took in a deep breath, no point in delaying she told herself. Mama had gathered the whole institute into the hall for this moment; even people from the main institute had come to see this moment. She looked at her watch; she would be fifteen the moment the clock struck 2:37. A knock rapped on the door and an eleven year old popped her head into the room, "Mama told me to tell you to come." She said and grabbed the older girl's hand and dragged her excitedly to the hall. The younger girl took a seat and beamed happily as her older sister made her way to the platform. The girl turned around to be greeted with hundreds of eager faces staring back at her, she looked at her little sister sitting in the front row right giving her two thumbs up for encouragement. Everybody's eyes darted to the huge clock on the wall. Thirty seconds to go, twenty, ten...mummers of excitement broke through the crowd...three, two, one. Her hand darted to her neck only...only...to find it bare? How can this be? She looked confusedly at the crowd who looked equally confused back at her. Dead silence. Her mother calmly got up from her chair, walked onto the platform and steered her eldest child out the door. A million questions ran through the girl's head at once but the one that was going through everybody's was why didn't it come?

Chapter 1

Milk, cheese, eggs... What else did my mum ask me to buy? I rack my brain... Bacon? Yes, that was it. I walk down the aisle to grab some bacon and head over to the till. I glance at my watch and it reads 8:31. I sigh; my mum is going to freak out at me when I reach home as she always does when I'm late. I turn at the last corner of the street which leads down to my house, bracing myself for the lecture I will certainty be getting from Mother. I'm stunned to see it a light, blazing like the fourth of July.

I drop my shopping bags and start sprinting to my house. "Sophie!" I yell my sister's name, "Mum!" I've almost reached the door. Please be all right, I silently prey. I start to yell out for Sophie again but a hand covers my mouth and yanks me backwards. No one is going to stop me from getting into that house and rescuing my sister! No one! I bite down hard on the attacker's hand; making the grip loosen and allowing me to pull it forward and twist it. A surprised shout escapes the stranger, ha! That will teach him to mess with me. I plant a kick in his stomach, he stumbles back a few steps, moaning. That's right HE stumbles back, at least I'm pretty sure it's a he which will make my victory all the more sweeter. His head whips u and I find myself face to face with the most gorgeous dusty-brown-haired, green-eyed guy I've ever met.

Before I can register it I find I'm pinned against a wall of my burning house. Damn, he moves fast! My mind automatically goes into thinking of a way to break free. He's using his hands to pin mine... that leaves one vulnerable spot. "Listen, Layla," I still for a second at the shock of him know my name. "I can expl ..." but whatever he said was cut short by me kneeing him between the legs. I rip my hands out of his grip and swing my fist across his jaw, I make a hard kick at his knee and he buckles. I walk around to his back and pull out the dagger that my paranoid mother always makes me carry around, what? Doesn't your mum make you do it? Mine does. I position it to his throat. When the time comes you must not hesitate! You must eliminate threats, my mum's voice echoes in my head. Hesitation is a sign of weakness, it will be the death of you one day, mark my words! I've heard her say that for what feels like every day of the fifteen and seven months I've been alive and yet I can't bring myself to do it. I'm curious as to why he's here but you know what they say; curiosity kills the cat... but then again cats have nine lives. "Who are you? What do you want?" I ask, pressing my blade to his throat. "We've got your family out..." but that's all I hear before I feel an intense pain at the back of my head and pass out.