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*Prologue*
San Diego, California

A young mother drove quickly along the poorly lit street, whipping her head behind her every few seconds, clearly on edge. Her house was a approaching. The mother parked. She slid in and out of her car with ease and grace. Her long blonde hair fell in her face. She went to the back, unbundled her newborn son. With shaking hands she began to unlock the front door.

"Honey I'm home!" She called.

No reply. Her hands fumbled with the light switch for a moment before an oddly colored light switched on, tinted almost green. Her son was already in pajamas, so she held him tight for a moment and put him in his crib. She trotted down the stairs to figure out where her husband was. She shrugged, assuming he was probably at work, but her nerves were still frayed.

She scampered to the front door and locked it. Deep breaths, deep breaths. She thought silently.

"Don't move or I shoot." a voice called from behind.

"Hands raised in the air, turn around slowly or its the last time you see your son," An icy voice spit with coldness and hostility.

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