Eight and ancients

Prologue 2026

Samantha

Let's see how much I can remember from the last two weeks besides the flying cars., yellow blood, and like everything else.

8:08 Am Tuesday Feb. 25, 2026

"Help." The screams came from behind me. I felt my blood run cold at the ear piercing scream, if I didn't turn around someone could get hurt, but if I did I could be late.
"Someone" the male voice was deep but painful none the less.
"OH MY GOD." A new voice felt like a sword in my side. I had enough I turned and sprinted towards the screams. I was going to be late but I could save a life. When I got to the screen I noticed a third person on the ground showing no signs of life.
"You little girl, do you know cpr." The first man asked me.
"Uh yes someone call nine one one.l" my voice and body was shake as I squared up next to the main on the ground. I placed my hands on the small of his chest and stared to count rocking my hips back and forth. I did this until the man gasped for air and I jumped back scraping my knees up. I look down at my watch 8:13 am.
"Shit." I run off the directions I came hoping that I can make it to class on time.

Georgia 3:10 Am February 25, 2026

My pen hit the page as it so often does on Tuesday mornings the only day I don't a class. Half the time I can't tell what I'm writing especially when the tears start spilling over the page. Not that I'm sad it's just I couldn't go back to sleep after that nightmare last night and repeated yawning will cause your eyes to water and sometimes you can't keep it in.
I heard a low knock on my door and I slowly get up to see who it was. Wondering weather or not I should arm myself. The door creeks open slowly and I see a short silhouette of a person.
"What the hell Pepper it's three in the morning." She walked in the room with a black duffel bag and I realized why she was here.
" No I told you one and done for me that was it."
"Oh come one it's just down to the tracks." She stared opening the the bag and tossed me a can of paint.
"You were so good at it."
" Fine but this is the last time." I changed out of The pajamas I was wearing to put on all black. My brown hair falling out of my Bennie not quite long enough to reach my shoulders. I took out the set of earring I was wearing to be less noticeable. I still don't know why I'm agreeing to do this but not backing out right?
I jumped in the car with Pepper and felt my stomach turn over and over. Nothing seemed right about what we were about to do.
"So what you thinking something red and bloody, or something dumb like a rose?"
"What is the world painted red to you?" The sarcasm rolled off my tongue it was the only thing I felt comfortable saying right now. Everything that could go wrong was racing through my head. I could go to jail loses my scholarship, Hell I could be kicked out of school.
We pulled up to the tracks and grab the duffle a blue can of paint frozen to my hand. I walked up to the side of a train and popped the cap off the top of the can. My hand stared to trace the logo on the side of the car I was in front of. My hand gliding over the side of the train until I heard the scream. It made me freeze in place I look at the street barley noticing the girl getting mugged.
"What the Hell?" I heard Pepper from behind me. My body moving quicker than my mind. I picked up a second can of paint and flung it in the General direction of the street I then proceeded to run at the mugger as I spread him with the can of paint I did have in my hand. I then kicked him in the ball as the woman ran away me not far after with Pepper on my tail. We climbed into the car like some get away at a heist we drove back to campus and left what just happened quite.

R. Thorn Diaz 9:12 AM Feb. 25, 2026

The last time I look at a clock had to be at least four hours ago right after my girlfriend broke up with me as of now I'm still a wreak it was so bad I skipped my 8 o'clock lecture. I mopped around my dorm hopefully no one saw me. Not only was I crying over Emma but I was hungover from drinking my problems away.
I looked over at the piles of paper on my desk from my bathroom floor and throw up again weather it was the liquor or a gag reflex to seeing all of the work I couldn't tell but either way it was gross even by my standers.