Amber Alert

Prologue

I want you to meet me at the old library her message read.

Milo slumped deeper in his chair at his desk. His eyes looked over his project he hadn't yet finished.

It's due tomorrow.

His chest ached and longed. He wanted to see her. He wanted nothing than to hold her in his arms. Why does she do this? How does she do this?

He had her sharp eyes in her head. He could see the sparks in her eyes.

He stood up, grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

"Where are You going?" A voice said as Milo froze in his tracks. He felt his heart drop as he turned around. He dropped his head and his eyes were wide with fear. Milo stood shaking as he heard the footsteps of his father.

"Out with a friend, pops," Milo whimpered.

The older man place a hand on Milo's shoulder, pressing his thumb deep into him.

They stood there like that for what felt like ages and the shaking kid was repressing his tears.

"You're of native blood son. You shouldn't be hanging around that whore you call a friend," the man said.

Milo was silent.

For a second the grip on his shoulder got tighter. Then he let go. Walking down the hall to the only lit room downstairs.

Milo still hadn't moved. His body was trembling and eyes sharp and rugged. Anxiety licked his joints.

After a moment more, he let up, moving his shirt collar to check his shoulder. It was a print of red outlining am already purple patch of skin.

He turned around and headed our the door, fumbling to get into the car. He sat in there for a few more minutes. His hiar getting to his eyes. He brushed it aside back into it's styled look.

His phone vibrated and gave a little ding as a small green light flashed.

We don't have long it said.

The boy started the car and began going down the road toward the library.

...

He pulled to the dirty building. No one stood outside by the door in wait. The flowers that sat in the pots that decorated the area stood out against the white background.

Suddenly there was a jumonat the glass that made Milo jump.

His heart lightened as he turned to see the jet haired girl outside the car door. She had the softest smile on her lips, and her eyes full of life. He opened the car door and stood as she bounced on her feet in excitement.

She placed her hands on his chest and rose on her tip toes to join their lips. She smiled mid kiss and it was contageous. Milo's lips grew wide with joy.

He shivered for a moment. He should have grabbed his jacket he thought. He looked down at the girl infront of him. She was medium height, lively, prideful eyes, lush lips, and raven hair that was sleek elegant and graceful. In the darkness he could see the shimmer of her tanzanite earrings. They contrasted to the chocolate brown of her eyes. Her skin was tanned, and she was curvy at the waist.

She was the idea of a cover girl. She could be a model if she wore a dress for once. Or fancier clothes in general. Though he admired her when she was in her torn jeans and band tees.

"Let's go Milo," she whispered in his ear. She grabbed his hand and lead him off to the woods behind the library.

"Where are we going?" He asked in a joyous tone. She didn't reply. She just kept moving through the darkness stepping over things like she knew the way like the back of her hand.

Suddenly she stopped. She turned her head back and forth for a second. She giggled and pecked his cheek.

She turned and started off to the left. The moon guiding her.

They had to be a few miles out in the wood. Milo was about ready to stop. He expected something romantic like all her other late night dates. Before it was a day at the lake, a night on the town, a drive around the country, party with the cool kids. This was different.

"We're here," she said flirtatiously.

It was still dark as hell and the moon was blocked by a few trees. Colorado is known for its oaks and changing of the seasons but the woods could lose you if you can't find the light.

She kissed him then darted off I. The dark.

"H-hey, Amber, where are you?" He nervously chuckled.

There was a scratching sound and suddenly a match was lit. He could see her face illuminated in the darkness.

Then the flame was dropped and suddenly there was a ring of fire around her.

An arrangement of old furniture and discarded junk were now ablaze. He could feel the heat radiating and he nervously stood there. She looked at the flames with a devilish smile. Her eyes proud and fiery. She danced with the flames that encased her.

She was crazy and she knew it. She was crazy but they didn't.

She Loved it.