Torn in half; the port mafia's dog

Prologue

It was a red moon on the night we were taken.

Stolen from our home in the slums, we were abducted. Our lives changed forever that night.

'Wait for me!' I called, jogging a little faster to catch up with my brother. My frail legs spurred on a little and I caught up with him.

'Don't get left behind' he tutted, entwining his hand with mine. We marched on to the outside tap, it was now a part of our daily routine.

The sun shone brightly, the blistering heat slowing our pace a little. Luckily, we had just about arrived.

'Do you have your cup?' He asked. I nodded in reply, turning the handle as the unsanitary water poured in slowly. I took a sip.

Filthy.

He did the same, drinking his a little faster.

'Let's sit down yeah?' He suggested. We both padded over to the tree. It amazed us how such life persisted in a barren wasteland like this. The slums were rows and rows of shacks built to house the ones who couldn't afford a home, or those unfortunate to not have family like us.

We sat at the base of the tree. I began to slip in and out of a daydream.

'Do you miss mum and dad?' I asked him.

'Sometimes I hate them for leaving us' he admitted, swiping a lock of his black and white hair behind his ear. I also did the same, a tear slipping down my cheek.

'How could you say that? It wasn't their fault...' I sniffed.

' I said sometimes. Of course I miss them'

We sat in silence for a while, allowing our thoughts to race, and before we knew it, it was dark.

'Let's go home' he said, entwining his fingers with mine once again and dragging me back to our house.

I stumbled along behind him, barely keeping pace.

He'll always be stronger than me.

Nightfall arrived very quickly. We both tried to sleep but something kept us on edge. We both felt it, someone or something was out there, lurking in the night.

'What's that noise?' I whispered, referring to the loud footsteps growing ever nearer.

'It's nothing, try to sleep' he reassured me.

However, curiosity got the best of me, and I made my way over to the entrance of our house, peering out from behind the large corrugated metal piece we called a door.

Three men in dark suits and sunglasses were stood outside. They all appeared to be armed, and one of them was on the phone. I couldn't hear much, but I tried to piece together what he was saying.

'Why would the two gifted be here of all places? This slum is so barren' he argued.

Who was he talking to?

'They're in this house? Fine we will check it' he huffed, hanging up the phone.

Then fear and dread set in as I saw them start to walk towards me. I squealed and ran back to my brother, trying desperately to wake him.

'Wake up! There's someone here!' I wailed, but before I knew it, I had been stuffed into a bag and thrown to the ground. The last thing I saw before it was sealed shut was my brother being grabbed too.

And that's when our lives changed forever. We were both tossed into the back of a truck, and I watched helplessly as the red light from the moon I could see through the stitching of the sack be extinguished.

Where were we going?