The memories were old, and I only ever see them in dreams now, but thinking back that was probably the greatest time in my life since I hadn't yet discovered what I was. There was only one other person who I could really get along with back then, he was my only friend, but then he moved after third grade, and I was on my own with people who thought I was weird, and ridiculed me for it. They bullied me and they would come to my house occasionally, but I never told my parents. I liked it in Georgia despite how I was treated. The house would be cleaned up before my parents arrived home, and all was fine, until that one day during sixth grade.

It was a regular day; I went to school, ignored everyone and was ignored by everyone, but that's how it goes. The day went by slowly, but the bell did finally ring after nine gruesome hours of class. I was the first out of the building as usual, hurrying down the street in my own in a rush to get home, but something seemed different. The street appeared emptier than they typically were on a Friday afternoon. I checked my surroundings but the only thing I noticed was a black van parked beside the curb up ahead of me. That couldn't be good. I was debating returning to the school since I was on my own.

I was about to turn back when the van's doors opened and out jumped 3 men in dark green suits. Wait dark green suits? Isn't it usually black? It didn't matter matter cause they were coming for me at full speed. I dropped my bag and ran. I was younger than most of them, so I should be able to outrun them, but that wasn't the case. A chill went up my spine as I ran, and I turned my body slightly in response. Good move, I felt something fly right past my they shooting me? I kept running my legs moving faster and faster, my stamina never depleting. I dodged again as something else flew by my head.

This whole situation was weird, and something felt off to me. Why wasn't I panicking like most kids would when being chased by crazy kidnappers who are shooting them? I wasn't panicked, in fact I was calm and thinking through everything with a level head. I was getting closer and closer to the school, and I figured the men in green would back off; I was wrong. There was a wiz sound as something sharp hit me on the back of my leg. I hit the ground with a THUD, my leg suddenly becoming painfully numb.

"Quite the challenge to capture wasn't she Father," said a voice belonging to a young boy. There was no response to the question.

"Get her into the car." On older voice ordered. I felt hands pulling me to my feet, and something in my head clicked.

"Release me." I growled eyes on the ground.

"Not even if you beg." One of them whispered into my ear. I might have laughed, maybe I didn't, but I felt a whole new strength flowing through my body. I bolted from my captors overjoyed by the fact that they didn't tie me up with something. For a moment I struggled with my balance due to the numbness of my leg, but other than that I was fine.

"We don't want to have to hurt a fine specimen like you." Their leader said pulling out something resembling a gun from his coat. What had he just called me? I gave him a questioning look.

"Just come quietly." The younger boy said. He really was younger then the others and all of them were strange looking. They were abnormally pale and the two older men were bald while the youngest had a very pristine haircut.

"Come quietly?" I say as the man with the gun approached me, "In your dream." My feet carried me faster than what should be physically possible, and I watch as the gun, which I had somehow kicked out of the kidnappers hands, skided across the street. "You're in my way." I say eyeing the school; my is my only safe haven at the moment. I plowed through all of them and was home free, but I pause and turned back to them.

"What's your name?" I asked the youngest of the three.

"Why should I tell you?" he stated staring me down.

"Well, we are probably going to meet again, I'd like to know who i'll be taking down."

"You're quite cocky."

"Well, that's new." I say mostly to myself.

"My name is Francis," he says, "and Miss Blair Allison, we will most definitely be meeting again."

"Please feel free to keep me waiting." I told him before running off to the school. I ran through the front doors not bothering to see if Francis and his coworkers had left. As I sat in the main hall I felt completely depleted as if I was coming of a sugar rush with the worst crash imaginable. I slid to the floor, half my body numb from whatever they had hit me with and my consciousness fading fast.

When I finally woke up I was in the hospital. A teacher had seen me in the hall as she left and called 911. That same teacher believed that other students had hurt me and believed that they were the reason I was unconscious, so she proceeded to tell my parents everything that had been happening to me at school. Everything I had successfully kept secret, gone, just like that! My parents decided that the best course of action was to move, Washington. That's all the way across the country!

The bags were packed, old house sold and new one bought in less than a month. Seems impossible right, but not for my parents. We moved to a very suburb area of Washington where everything was within walking distance and the population was small. The town itself, Farburn, was completely surrounded by trees.

I didn't talk with my parents for a month after the move, but they were patient with me. They waited till I came to them, which eventually I did. Before they told me anything they asked me to explain everything that had happened, cause they wanted to hear my side of the story. I told them everything from the day my friend moved to the day I was almost kidnapped. I also explain that those men in green will find me again and attempt to abduct me, I just didn't understand why they were after me.

My parents took the liberty of telling me my first bit of news, which wasn't all that shocking. They told me I was adopted. Anyone looking in at my family could easily see that I didn't belong. My skin was caramel colored and my hair was auburn brown. My parents were both quite white with blond hair and blue eyes. My eyes were blue as well, but much darker than my parents. Unfortunetly my parents couldn't explain to me why people would be after me, and they apologized for that, but they promised to do whatever they could to keep me safe.

I'm a sophomore in high school now. Farburn hasn't given me any problems, and all the people here are rather nice. I have friends now, and we hang out all the time. My parents are happy that I'm happy, and there have been no attempted abductions in the past four years. Everything seems perfect, but I still never let my guard down.


So sorry that didn't exactly have anything to do with Zak...or did it? guess you'll just have to read onto the next chapter to figure that out!