Unleash

Chapter One

Prologue

The wind tore at my face and whipped at my hair. The branches ripped my clothes and arms. Don’t let them catch you, don’t let them catch you, his words repeated in my head. I could hear my heart pounding. My lungs burned. The rocky terrain hurt my bare feet and I could hear their fast footsteps behind me. They’re gaining. I ran faster. “You can run but you can’t hide.” he said in a sing songy voice, not even out of breath. ”Why, you can’t even run!” I ran faster. They’re still gaining. I could hear footsteps rapidly approaching, with a whole bunch about five feet behind him. Dammit. I still couldn’t flash. Dammit, dammit, dammit. He sounded right behind me. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Fear shot through me. ”Gocha.”

                     Chapter 1

   “Crap.” I’d been fishing all day. I hadn’t caught anything except a few fish too small to eat. “Whelp, I guess its berries for dinner tonight. Good going Eve.” I gathered up my stuff, my pole and pack. I swung my crossbow around my back and stood up. I dusted off my pants and started walking back to a clearing I saw earlier. Bam.                             

  I was in the woods behind my house. ”No, Evabug, don’t ever eat these. These are called nightshade berries.” I was wearing a pink long sleeve shirt with a leopard heart in the middle, purple leggings under a denim skirt with rhinestones on the pockets and light pink sneakers. My hands were tiny.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I thought they were blueberries.” My five, almost six, year old self said. “It’s fine Evalyn, just remember, never eat these.” ”Okay Daddy.”

   My eyes flew open. ”Dammit!” I thought I had my flashbacks under control. I looked down and I was wearing my olive green cargo pants and my black tank top. “God, I need to get a grip.” I started walking. Snap. I whipped around. My eyes darted around. ”Just a squirrel Eve. No need to be paranoid.” I whispered to myself as I slowly raised my crossbow. The squirrel was about 30 feet away on a tree. “Thank you, good hearing.” I have amazing eyesight and hearing. You light a fire seventy feet away, and I can hear it crackling and see it like I was a few steps away. I also have great aim. I pulled the and suddenly an arrow sprouted from its eye. I started walking toward my dinner. “Great aim.” I spun around so fast I felt dizzy. A few feet away a guy stood. He looked strong, but not brute like. He had sun-kissed skin, like he was outside a lot and very dark brown wavy hair. And the most dazzling green eyes. They looked like the ocean on a clear summer day. I instantly aimed my crossbow good enough that I knew if I pulled the trigger, the shot would be lethal. He calmly stood there. His voice was rough. “Who are you?” I asked. My voice was even and hard. “James.” He replied.