"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]

Foster was naive. He had been alone in the 'alley' - an ironic metaphor he used to describe the claustrophobic, four cornered room that was well lit to expose the white walls. After being sedated to sleep for a longer period no one could imagine, he woke up learning he wasn't aging while the people he met was, and the outside world ilwas changing. All he must do to survive is to step up his will to adapt.

Noone seems to have done this... so I thought i would :D AND these ARE mine, they're just from my Quotev account, so no i am not stealing these and you cant take them either! ANYWAY! LETS BEGIN

Mother can see you. Mother can hear you. Mother can send her children after you. Status: Completed (May be continued at a later date but not very likely) (1/7/17)

“Are you alright?" The corner of Eirnin’s mouth quirked up with a hint of a smile, probably remembering her reaction when he’d asked her that a moment ago. Story smiled sheepishly back up at him. "I'm fine. I think I just stepped on a rock and cut my foot. If I ever find out who took my shoes, I'll kill them." He lowered himself to one knee and bent over to pick up her injured foot. "I'd be willing to bet it was one of the fey. They're very territorial by nature and often take things that are left lying—” His voice cut off abruptly, and he stiffened before jerking to his feet and backing away from her as if she had a contagious disease. He stopped only when his back hit a tree. Eirnin of the Eáchan clan’s silver eyes—now with hints of bright yellow to them—widened in astonishment, and he stared, transfixed, at the red blood dripping from her foot. "What are you?"

Who am I? I don't have a name. I've never had a name. Only a code name: Lamia. I've been taken in by a research center run by people who claim to have arranged my life as I know it, starting from my very conception. When I was eight, I suffered emotional trauma resulting in amnesia, but now an organization called the URD is making me remember my past and pulling me further into the depths of their underground organization that answers directly to the U.S. government. If I don’t remember myself fast, I’m going to be pushed into live combat defenseless, and in this ruthless world, the weak will perish.