Free Falling from my Fears

The Only Chapter

A/N; This story is written all in this page because I originally wrote it in google docs for a school project, and decided it was good enough (in my opinion) to upload to my wattpad account. Thanks guys!!!

" Twenty four years ago, the Hitwing Project was initiated. This project was a genetic test. A highly experienced man name Grayd Aston was the man to spark this creation. He was a part of an illegal organization, that they called Alurevetei. But you see, this group was a good group, but the leaders of this intelligent species, the elves, did not like the fact that they hid their work from the eyes of the council. This man played with the genetics of an elven strand of DNA, manipulating it, taking away falters in its genetics, and adding strands from more ancient and rare beings, that he'd based on the Enithicorn. Grayd searched for a human couple seeking assistance with child. He found Denae and Loke Thames. The two had not been able to carry, so went to see a fertility doctor. He safely implanted the embryo and vanished from any further human records. Reece was raised from thereon as a member of the Thames family..."

-THE BEGINNING-

The Thames family lived happily in their home in San Francisco. Reece was a charming young boy at the proud age of 5. They lived in a cozy two story home with a mid sized yard. They were sitting outside on their balcony one chilly fall night when the branches blew and the leaves danced, and when shadows crept. Denae Thames looked down upon her blonde boy and watched and he looked up, with the stars twinkling in his ice blue eyes. She looked over to her husband Loke and saw him hold his young boy's hands as he squeezed his eyelids shut and made a wish with him.
"Momma," the little boy spoke,
"Yes dear?" She said as she pulled him in.
"Momma, why are the stars dancing?" He giggled as he looked up and pointed to the sparkling navy sky.
"Well  Reece, what do you do when you're happy?" The boy pondered for a moment.
"I, uh, I laugh?"
"You silly!" Cried Denae as she tickled his little white tummy while he squirmed and squealed. Reece calmed himself down, and looked up to his mom.
"Well," she continued, "when we're happy, we like to express ourselves. Well, the stars, you see, they dance." She looked down at her son, who seemed very much enlightened. He looked up at the stars and smiled a smile that glowed like the moonlight shining down from the starry heavens. He turned to his mom
and dad, and beamed towards them, then giving them a big hug.
"I love you Ma and Pa!" He exclaimed.

-a few weeks later-

"Goodnight Reece, sweet dreams my love." Whispered Denae as she tucked him in, kissing his cheek.
"Goodnight mama, goodnight papa." Reece mumbles back. His parents went out and closed the bedroom door. Darkness flooded the room. Reece drifted off to sleep while he looks up at the stars through his little bedroom window. Later that night, he awoke to footsteps outside his door, the floor creaking with every one taken. He slowly pulled off his covers, creeping slowly to his door. He peered under the wood, seeing black boots crawl across the floor, and candlelight creating ominous shadows. He heard murmurs as he slowly opened the door. He stole a glance through the small crack, and saw a man shaped figure, walk slowly towards his parents room. He wanted to yell, wake them up, but he couldn't. They would hear him. He opened his door and stood just outside of it, as he straightened up. He was about to walk forward, but he heard something. A laugh? No. A snicker. Before he had time to turn around, a hand gripped his arm, and another slapped a cloth over his face. Its smelt of burnt sugar, burning his nose and lungs until his vision blurred, and his small body fell limp.

12 years later   -

Reece awoke by yelling. His eyes slowly fluttered open, to reveal a dirty old room with rags and clothes for a blanket, and a wasted piece of foam in the corner of the room.
"I said get up, you lazy bags of dirt!" Yelled the old man who started banging on the walls. The master was so cruel. Reece wished he had asked to be taken when he had the chance. But he couldn't have left his only friend to the mercy of master Brelwin. Wouldn't. He arose from his rags and went to wake Jason. He slowly shook the small brown haired boy until he stirred.
"No..." he slowly mumbled under the covers. "Do I have to?" Jason spoke tiredly.
"Well, unless you want to be put in the furnace room, I'd suggest yes." Jason grunted and got up from the pile of rags. The master was getting mad. He barged into the room, slamming the door open into the wall.
"What did I tell you useless rats! Get. Up! You have work to do!" We scurried down the hall like mice, past Brelwin, down the stairs, and into the courtyard, where the rest of the children waited for instructions. We got into our spots and waited, as the terror would commence soon. The fat man walk slumped into the courtyard, and stood in front of the line of ordered children.
"You dirty maggots were late again this morning," said Brelwin who was thumping in  Jason and Reece's direction. They boys quivered. "Now, if you don't make your keep, you meals will be reduced by half!" Brelwin yelled furiously at them. "Get to work!" He instructed harshly. The children ran away, quickly getting to their chores. The younger kids went to the bathroom, some of the older ones went to mop the floors, and two went to go make the beds and do the laundry. Reece, who was accompanied by Jason, went to clean the sitting area out front on the patio. Paint was splattered across the cement, and dirt was crusted over the cushions. Dead bugs and spiders were rotting on the webs woven on the armrests and side tables. Reece looked around for the broom and pan, but settled with the dust cloth he found by the dirt beds. Jason went to fetch a pail of water so they could once again scrub the patio. They scrubbed the cement floor for a couple of hours before it shone and you could see yourself reflecting back like it was new. Reece went to grab the pail to dump out the water when he spotted something hiding behind the overgrown shrub in the front yard. Jason walked up behind him.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Reece jumped as if surprised that Jason was there.
"Oh, yeah, nothing. I'm fine."
"You know, I didn't ask how you are," he spoke sarcastically.
Curiosity soon took over Reece as he crept over to the shrub, he peeked behind it and saw the figure of a girl, who was perching behind. He accidentally snapped a twig causing the girl to gasp and turn away and run. Reece bolted up after her, while hearing Jason yell at him. He ran and chased her down the road, and into one of the alleyways, trying to catch up to the mysterious girl.  They dodged wooden boxes that had been toppled over, trash cans and dead rats. The girl took a sharp turn at the dead end and backtracked, almost running into Reece, when she seemed to levitate of the ground, onto one of the window sills, and started to climb.
"What the hell?!" Reece exclaimed in frustration. He started to climb the boxes he jumped over a mere minute ago. He climbed up the the dirty window sill, and pulled himself up, onto the dirty roof. He started looking for that girl, who'd so easily climbed up. Once he'd spotted her, he took of like a bullet being shot from a pistol, jumping from roof to roof. It was difficult, the roofs were wet and slippery, jam packed with moss. Reece was determined, but his feet could not keep up with his will, and so he fell, slipping right off the side of the four story building. Reece was in panic, he fell, bracing himself for the impact and threw out his arms to protect himself from the huge fall. He waited for the impact, but it never came. He slowly peeled open his eyes open, amazed when he found himself floating in mid air, a few metres from the dirt ground. He panicked again, wiggling around trying to escape the mid air grasp. Once he'd moved his arms, he fell hard onto the ground. Reece groaned in pain as he slowly lifted himself into a sitting position. He looked around, left, a road with a few bikes strewn about, to the right, a dead end, and alas he looked up, to see the brunette looking down at him with big eyes, and a dropped jaw.