The Midnight Rebels

Chapter 1 

WARNING: YOU HAVE NOW JUST SIGNED A CONTRACT BY READING THIS!  YOU CAN NOT TALK ABOUT THESE PEOPLE AND WHAT THEY DO!  Okay I warned you now.  Anyway, a bit about myself.  My name is Oakley, but just call me Oak (haha I know like the tree, now shut up about it), I'm 16 and well I'm in the group I was talking about before.  Now I didn't choose to be in the group, my father was in the group so I was raised into the group.  My mother was in the group, but she blew her cover and literally was like "Okay you caught me!  Just hang me now!".  I guess you could say that was a stupid move right?  I agree.  Okay you know some facts about me, so moving on.  I am in the group called the Trappers, otherwise known as the Midnight Rebels.  I was brought in the group at age 5.  I killed my first bear at age 8.  Wasn't easy, but not impossible.  Anyway the group was called the Trappers because we like to "trap" people, sometimes animals as well.  We are the resistance in our country.  Now I'd like to tell you more, but I want you to find out more, especially on your first mission.  You may end up becoming a traitor, like my pitiful mother.  

"OAKLEY!  I'M HERE!" my friend, Violet, barged through the door.  Violet is so much older than me, 21.  She has blue-green eyes and blonde hair.  She doesn't act blonde though, even if she has her "moments".  Eh, but we all have those moments.  Now let me tell you, she can relate anything to Harry Potter.  She even told me that we should've named the group Dumbledore's Army.  I just shrugged.  This group was made over a hundred years ago!  Harry Potter wasn't out then!  

"Come on we got to go practice our transforming." she said, snapping me back to reality.  

"Ugh!  I absolutely hate transforming." I complained. 

"Yeah, but then we would have to wear masks and stuff like that." she said.  

"But if we could transform, my mother wouldn't have made that pathetic mistake." I said. 

"Remember what I told you.  Your mother blew her cover to betray us.  She was called by Collamandra." she said.  We all hated Collamandra (pronounced Collum-an-dra).  "Now let's go.".  She grabbed my hand and we went off to the woods.  We entered as quietly as we could.  They have cameras up everywhere in England searching for people in our group.  There is only one part of the woods where us Trappers are allowed peace and quiet.  Violet instructed me to transform into a five year old.  I did what I was told.  It doesn't take long all you have to do is tap your watch three times plus the age and you're goo to go.  There is this special button for becoming male or female too, but usually you stay as your gender.  

"Good." she said.  

"Okay, transform into a ten year old." I said.  She tapped her watch three times and added ten more taps.  She transformed into a ten year old with black hair and was the height of a typical seventh grader.  She pressed the "Ollyja" button, or undo button, and returned back to normal.  I complimented her.  I brushed through my dark auburn colored hair.  My hair color and my unusual purplish/reddish eyes makes it harder to transform.  We practiced for about two more hours.  I was dead tired.  Yes, transforming can make you really tired.  I didn't realize it was so late.  We said goodnight to each other and went back to our own houses.

I wonder what he'll make me do this time....

***********The Next Morning**************

I walked into our meeting place.  He was expected me and I was expecting him.  

"Ah Oakley.  I have a wonderful mission for you today." he smirked.  I rolled my eyes.  

"What is it?" I asked, gritting my teeth. He makes me do all the bad missions.  He just hates my mother, and since she died he's been taking his anger out on me.  

"Today you are going to kill the President of the United States." he whispered in my ear.  Shivers went through my body.  DANG IT!  The US is so far away, it will take at least 5 hours to get there.  

"When do I leave?" I asked.  He smiled.  Usually we don't kill people.  And why is it across the world!?  

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A/N: If you have read a book like this, odds are I haven't heard of it.  It means a lot that you are reading this.  Tell me what you think by commenting and vote! :)

~Dani