• My name is Devinn. I'm 12 years old and 4'11". So far my life sucks. I have been adopted by horrible people because my parents are on the run. I'm not sure why though. I thought I heard a door being kicked open and my mother and father jumping out the bathroom window and around the back door. That was my last memory of my parents. So here I am. Stuck with guardians. "I'll just lay down on the porch for a little bit longer" I thought. A few minutes later I wake up some where else. It looked as if it were a graveyard inside an alleyway. I look around in a panic. "where... am I?" I thought. I saw some thing move in the shadows and i felt a sharp pain in my neck and passed out. I woke up on the porch again with a strange tingle in my neck. I felt something drip on my hands when I touched my neck. I looked at what was on my hand and realized it was blood. It wasn't normal though... it looked like melted silver and my head started throbbing. I heard a faint screaming in the distance. I'm guessing it was my step mom screaming at what was on my neck. She continued screaming until I told her to shut up. I got up went inside and dropped down on my bed like I wade like led. My body felt numb... I tried getting up but was forced back down by an invisible figure. I could see the out line but not the figure itself. This is how my life changed.
    I woke the next morning feeling thirsty. I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water but still was thirsty. So I went back upstairs and started reading. When I as reading something grabbed my arm. It was that exact figure I saw before. It pulled me toward the window opened it and jumped out still holding on to me. I was brought down by this thing and with a loud thud, I landed safely on the ground. the figure finally came into focus as a man. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" I screamed but was muffled by his hand. He put his finger to his lips. "don't even think about it" he said in a whisper."about what?" I said in a strange squeaky voice that wasn't mine. "be quiet and follow me". The man had Grey hair and had really pale skin just like mine. When I looked into his eyes they seem to have a hint of sadness, joy, and hate. I also saw ahead was a strange looking dark circle on the ground. It looked as if it were a satanic star. Then my neck hurt again and I passed out. I woke later in a sleeping bag on a forest floor. There was a small fire nearby and the man was standing by it stirring something in a cauldron. He brought over a bowl of some foul smelling liquid and what looked like a spoon. "eat. it'll make the pain go away" as he was handing the bowl to me. I ate the soup or whatever it was. It actually tasted good and the pain stopped. I looked up at the man and it seemed he was drinking from something that looked like a medical blood packet.
    I tried getting up but was forced down like before. I looked at the man that pulled me out of my window but he wasn't there. I looked back to the figure and the man was standing where it was. "what are you?" I said as he went into a crouch. He looked at me and started mouthing words. I felt like I was on fire. I tried pulling my arms up to get out of the sleeping bag but i couldn't move them. I looked over to my left hand and saw what i couldn't believe... there was chains up and down my arm and the sleeping bag was gone. I tried to scream but I couldn't speak... there was a hand over my mouth. I looked back at the man that stood over me before but he was gone and reappeared next to my head leaning over me. I looked at what was chaining me down again but this time there wasn't chains but hands. I lifted my head to see the owners of these hands and then I saw her face... she was a girl. The man next to my head bent over so his mouth was next to my ear. Then he said what I would never even think he would say. "welcome home my sweet son."