Introduction
My father was a complicated man. At the time...I didn't understand what was going on. I was just a little boy who wanted to spend time with his father. He spent way too much time down in the lab and I hesitated to go visit because he would throw a fit everytime I interrupted him. But that one day was vivid. It led up to the day I officially understood what he was doing.
My mother was out buying groceries and as usual, I was upstairs bouncing the ball around while my father paced in the lab. She had just gotten home and when she saw me sitting by the stairs, she gave me a look then stormed to his office. She furiously pounded until my father came upstairs with goggles on and his lab coat. He looked at her with tense eyes and the arguing began. My mother was always angry when he neglected me. But at this particular moment I was distracted. Their shouting turned into whispers as my attention turned towards the lights I saw outside. I went to the window and saw these men getting out from their military vehicles. I looked back at my parents who had stopped arguing and turned their attention towards me. My father walked up to the window to see what I was looking at. The expression he gave was terror and he grabbed me by the hand and locked the front door. He ran back to my mother and passed me off to her. She was confused as was I and my father walked us to the basement.
"Take Evan to the shelter down in the basement. Lock yourselves in there and do not come up for nothing. Do you understand me?" he commanded.
"Sweetheart, what's going on?" my mother asked frantically.
"Just please do as I say," he requested as his eyes began to water. I looked up at my father as he stopped by his office door and turned back to me, "Evan!"
My mother went downstairs and I turned back to my father who came running at me with a cold shaped tube. He lowered the tube into my hands and placed his hand on my shoulders. The doors began to shake and the people outside were yelling. The banging grew louder and my father looked me in the eyes and said, "Evan hold onto this. No matter what don't you let it go."
I was scared but nodded in an effort to show my father I could handle his simple task. He pushed me towards the basement and I ran downstairs to join my mother. We locked ourselves in the underground shelter and the house began to shake. My mother and I heard gunfire and the house began to fall apart. She began to cry and out of fear ran towards the steps.
"Mom!" I yelled.
"Stay here Evan," she commanded and went upstairs. I never saw my mother or father after that. The house collapsed from an explosion and I was hit by the debris and left unconscious for several hours. In the commotion, I had lost the tube that my father demanded I hold onto. I never did find it.
At the age of thirteen I was put into a foster home. I moved from one home after the other until I was seventeen when I was placed in Drop Harbor, Oregon with a stable foster mother named Mrs. Newberg and three other foster children. Two of those were teenagers my age. Asha Carter and Car Dawson. Life grew pretty decent for me in Drop Harbor. But there were still things about my past that I didn't understand. These things would catch up with me very soon. Why was my father spending so much time in his lab? What were those people after? And what was in the tube my father handed me that night?
Chapter One
The voice I heard in my head went from a faint whisper to loud screaming. I opened my eyes to the ceiling and leaned up to look out the window. The sun was shining on the lake in Drop Harbor and I looked over at Car who was still asleep.
"Are you guys awake? I want to get some breakfast in you before you go off to school," Mrs. Newberg yelled from downstairs.
I grabbed my pillow and chucked it at Car. He quickly jolted up and looked over at me. Mrs. Newberg yelled up the stairs and Car rested his head in his hands and screamed, "Be down in a second Mrs. Newberg!"
