Number 387

Prologue

"Issac? Have you finished packing baby?" Issac's Mother asks, today was an important day for the little boy. She holds his birthday present in her shaking hands. She tried her best to keep her tears from spilling. Issacs mom was not a big lady, actually quite short, with brown hair in a tight bun. Her brown eyes nervously look around the house, making sure it was clean.

          Thunk, thunk, thunk, came Issac down the stairs. Issac was a somewhat small boy, with fair but almost pale skin. His big eyes where a pretty blue color. His hair was a ash blond color and was brushed to the side. Issac had his grey wool cap tilted in military fashion. Issac's mom sets the present down and fixed his tailored grey wool jacket, it matched his grey shorts and his black knee high socks that where pushed down to his ankles. She smiles and pulls up his socks and looks at him, admiring how handsome her little man was. She gives the boy his birthday present. "Happy birthday Issac." She kisses his cheek and sits.

Issac opens the present and takes out a, beautiful lamb doll. It had semi long legs and arms, white wool and brown in the ears. Issac picks up the doll and hugs it tightly. Issac gives it a curious sniff, "Hey mommy, why does it smell so good?" He asks, and she gently takes the doll and opens the zipper on the back, taking out a small little packet. So thats what gave it it's scent. Issac gives his mother a hug and hugs her tight. There was a knock at the door. Hesitantly Issacs mom opens the door and men in black clothing walk in.

"Hello, young man. Are you Issac White?" One of the men asks. Issac nods hesitantly, and the agent holds out his hand "Hello, Issac. My name is Agent Smith. That's Agent Johnson. We're going to take you to your new home. Your mother told you about this I assume." Agent Smith asks, in which Issac nods again. Issac gave one last wave to his mother before going with the men. Agent Smith puts Issac's suitcase in the back of the trunk and both agents get in the car after helping Issac in.
This is where our story begins...