I checked the GPS again. The address looked familiar. I couldn't quite place it, but then again I hadn't been in Surrey, B.C. in a year and a half. I glanced back at my three friends. It seemed as though our fates were eternally intertwined. Wherever one of us went, the rest followed. First it was Crystal. Then I was second, Logan was third, and Kyerra was fourth.
Suddenly they laughed at an unheard joke. I wished that I could join in, but it seemed unnatural. I hadn't laughed in so long, but I couldn't at times like these.
We were demigods with expiry dates. We all had rare genetic traits that were inherited from a long-lost civilization. We were going to die before we turned seventeen. The genes kick in at thirteen, turning your hair white in a shape of a Grecian lambda. If it's not treated soon enough, you could lose all control over your body. The problem is, almost no one knows how to treat it. The only people who do have an institute in the bermuda triangle. That's why we were sneaking into someone's house in the middle of the night.
I turned the minivan onto the road leading to the house I was supposed to kidnap from. I gasped when I saw the house. Then I shouted, "No. NONONONONO" Kyerra tilted her head to the side, looking both startled and confused. Since I had been put on the island, I had spoken less and less. Even when I did speak, it showed little emotion. I put my cloak's hood up and leaped out of the car.
I was terrified. This was the house of yet another one of my friends. My oldest friends. I sprinted around the house and went in through the back door, which didn't have a lock. I crept down the hall and opened the door on the right. A figure was sitting up against the bed, playing video games. I almost smiled, but then I remembered what I was there to do. If I did this correctly, everything would go as planned. But of course nothing ever goes as planned so I didn't have high hopes. As I took a step forward, my foot landed on a creaky floorboard. He looked over and squealed something along the lines of, "Holy F***ing Shit!" before diving under his bed. "Brock... it's me" I said in my calmest tone. Brock peeked out from under his bed, a look of disbelief on his face. "Emma?" he asked. I nodded.
"You need to come with me." I said firmly. Brock got out from under his bed and walked over to me. He was no longer taller than me I noticed with relief. "Why should I?" he asked, "You're gone for a year then you ask me to come with you? Why should I trust you?" I hesitated before saying, "Because you need to" I walked out of his room, back towards the door. "HEY, WAIT!" he shouted. I kept walking. "I WASN'T DONE TALKING TO YOU" he continued. I heard a new voice. I held back tears. I gritted my teeth and turned around. Brock's little sister, Megan, had heard the noise and come out of her room. She squinted up into my face for a second. Then her expression of annoyance turned into that of astonishment. "Emma?" she gasped. I groaned. Everything was going wrong. "Megan either go back to bed and pretend this never happened or come with, but please don't be as loud as your brother." I told her. Brock continued shouting, "WHERE ARE WE EVEN GOING? ANSWER ME!" I turned back around to walk the last few feet to the door. Brock shouted, "STOP" and grabbed the back of my cloak in a last effort to stop me. My hood slipped off. I cringed. I looked over my shoulder carefully. Brock had stopped moving completely and was just staring at my boyish hairstyle, and was clearly shocked.
I used to have long hair down to my waist. But it had been cut super-short because of a surgery I needed in the back of my neck when I got to the institute. I had just decided to keep it that way. I sighed and brushed his hand off my shoulder. Then I took off my cloak completely. I said, "I don't even know why I bother with this thing." Then I snapped my fingers and it set aflame! Brock's eyes went wide for a second before he fainted. I guess he had had enough shock for one night.