I'll Always Come Back for You

Prologue Part 1

Y/N's POV: 10 Years Ago

Another day come & gone. Four years ago I was kidnapped along with many other children around my age. I don't remember much about that night, but I do remember the fear I felt, the loneliness & sadness of being separated from my family. I remember the screams & cries coming from myself & my parents. The people who took me killed them. Who are these people you ask? Phantom, a secret organization. They're called Phantom because all of us are ghosts to the outside world. No one knows we exists except for the people in Phantom. I don't know why they took me & the rest of us. I was was only ten years old when I was taken. I always wonder, what's so special about me & everyone else they took? Nothing would be my answer, but I knew they had a purpose for me that I didn't quite understand at that age yet. Everyday for the past four years has been the same: wake up, eat, train, sleep. It was the same schedule everyday. Finally at the age of fourteen, me, along with everyone else, figured out our purpose, to train everyday so that when we are called, we are prepared to carry out the task that is given to us. We were spies, assassins in the making, & that's all we would become. This was all us children, kids, knew. How is that normal? But it was normal to everyone else except me & my best friend, Tom Holland. He was taken in at the same time as me, but he was a year older, making him fifteen. We were kinda more then friends, you'd say, but that was against one of the many rules here. You weren't aloud to "date" or have any relationships besides friendships because it would interfere with Phantom's life mission that we were given. Tom nor I never let our secret relationship get in the way of our training because we were top of our class. Just because we were top of our class, didn't mean we were oblivious to what was going on & what type of people we were working for. From the very moment I was taken, I never forgot what the did to my life. They took everything from me. How could I forget? So that's why for the past year & a half, Tom & I have been devising a plan to escape for good, though neither of us have a life or family to go back to. They killed his family too. He had three younger brothers & two parents. I couldn't imagine what all he has gone through since I was an only child with just two parents, but it was still painful. I miss them so much. The only thing I have left from them was a locket they gave to me for my 5th birthday. From that day on I never took it off even when I was taken from my parents and was brought here. It was definitely more painful for Tom though. Even though Tom is very good at hiding it to everyone else, I could always see right through him. I was always the one comforting. It hurt me to see him break like that for something he nor anybody else didn't deserve. We were trapped in a world neither of us wanted, & we had to try to escape. Tonight was the night we're escaping, & I was just waiting in my room, or what I like to say cell, for Tom to come & get me. Hours went by, which felt like forever. Time goes by slow when your looking forward to something. I was looking to my life outside of here with Tom. Looking forward to a life that was somewhat normal & happy. I looked down at my watch. 12:30 A.M.
Y/N: "Tom where are you," I mumble to myself frustrated. I then hear something up above me moving in the air vent duct, & I look up. It had to be Tom. I know it. The sound of his movement fills the room until he opens it up. "Took you long enough, yeah?" I laugh as I look up at him.
T: "Sorry they took longer than they usually do in checking our rooms, & it's not like it's that easy to sneak out & find my way here."
Y/N: "Well we've already lost a good fifteen minutes," I say looking back down at my watch. "We have to leave now & pick up the pace."
T: "Yes ma'am," he nods smiling down at me, and I roll my eyes.
Y/N: "Just help me up." He extends his hand out from the air duct, & I grab ahold of his hand so he can help pull me up. "Thanks," I peck his lips.
T: "No problem love," he smiles into the kiss. We then pull apart, and I look down at my watch.
Y/N: "We have about thirty minutes. Which way?"
T: "Just follow me," he whispers. "From here on out no more talking till we get out of the vents." I nod & follow him as we head towards the rest of our hopefully normal & happy lives.