Silent Moments Or Hidden Secrets (I haven't figured out which title i like best!) This is a "sneak peak" of a story i'm writing. They spoke quietly, as if afraid that someone would over hear them in the noisy street. Their voices were barely audible to themselves. A tall, slender boy hid in the shadows and in between the crowds. His brown, messy hair had grown just long enough to get in his eyes, but that didn't stop him. White skin was hidden underneath a black long coat, jeans, and tall boots that were wearing thin. The boy had bright green eyes that were always strong, unemotional, and stern. He was just ten, but he was almost as tall as the ones around him. He watched the two walk into a cafè. The short, stubby man was taking off his striped purple scarf and grey coat while the other man, dressed in a suit, sat with a soft face, staring at nothing in particular. Watching their every move, the boy sat at a table adjacent from them. As soon as he did so, he saw her and she saw him. She had silver hair and crystal like blue eyes. She was dressed a torn, white dress, that was stained with bright red splotches. The girl was barefoot, but her feet were clean. Even though the cafè was busy, no one noticed the girl. The pair of eyes kept watch on the boy, while he did the same. Every so often, the boy's eyes flickered back to the two old men. As he did so, the girl glanced at them, then back at the boy. This continued until the man in the suit picked up the young girl by the collar that was around her neck. She squealed and struggled, but it was no use, she could not get free. Everybody didn't seem to notice, or just ignored her, or took part in her capture. With sad eyes, the girl looked at the boy one last time before she was taken into the storage room, behind the counter. The boy wanted to help her, but couldn't. He had already broke one restriction, he didn't want to break another. And it wasn't reassuring that the possibility that he was caught was very slim. So, he watched her disappear behind a rackety old door, wondering what kind of collar they had put on her. It certainly wasn't any ordinary collar. At least one the boy has ever seen before: Normally brightly colored with gemstones according to the extreme of power its victim wields. The darker the more powerful. This collar was made out of a thinnish leather strip that made red marks on the skin. A stud that shined connected the two ends. It must be quite strong and powerful to hold such a person and not break. The boy thought, going over and over a way to free his sister.

Promises- Chapter One I woke up to a bright yellow, orange light. It was blinding to see as it crackled and snapped, as if He were mad at me. I tried to move, but quickly stopped when I realized that it took a lot more effort that what I thought, and it hurt like hell. "Are you sore?" A voice asked. It was male and soft. Not something that I remember. The voice sounded caring, and gentle... "Fine. Hurt, but fine." I responded, sitting up, trying to ignore the awful pain. The man was a black figure. I couldn't see his face, only his outline of a body. He held a staff, I noticed when he came closer. Blue eyes stared at me as the man neared. Standing up tall, he announced, "My s- Jason will guide you. This is not an option." "I didn't-" "I was talking to Jason." He interrupted. I stared at the blackness of a forest. I couldn't see anything. Finally I saw a shadow move. "That's not really necessary . I can take of myself." I responded, getting the hint that Jason didn't like me. Spending time with him wouldn't probably wouldn't help.... "No. You need to be guided. This is a very thick and maze like forest area." The man said, stubbornly. Right when I was about to argue, the man vanished into thin air. I stared in astonishment. How'd he do that? Jason moved closer. The fire illuminating his features. Pale white skin, blue eyes, black, short, messy hair. I stared at him with wonder. "What?" His voice was cold, and flat. "You're not like your father are you?" I stated. "How'd... How'd you know?" "Well, he was about to say 'My son' wasn't he?" Jason stayed silent. So I spoke again. "So... Who's that man who sav- I mean ressurected me?" At this he looked up, "You mean... You're not some lone, lost girl?" "No. Sort of I guess. I am lost right now, but I'm talking to you, so I'm not alone. I do remember someone with big wings... Someone a lot like you. I know that I died...I just don't remember anything from that. I don't know why I jumped off the cliff. I don't know why there was a man with-" "Okay. I get it. This man. Did he have black wings?" "Yes." "Were you like in some kind of mad rush to save your 'boyfriend' and thought that the only way to do so is to jump off that cliff?" He pointed to a jagged cliff, one fourth of itself in the ocean, with that end surrounded by jagged rocks. Now that I think of it... "Yes." "Oh my God. Him. The man. Was he tall, slender, lean?" "Like I said, 'A lot like you'" "Dammit! He's supposed to be dead! How is he alive!" He murmured unsuccessfully quiet. "Who's He?" "My brother." "Why do you want to kill your brother? What's his name?" "He... Uh... Um... His name is Blake. I'm going to hunt." Once Jason left, I had time to think and straighten things out. So, Jason has a brother named Blake. A father with bright blue eyes. And Blake did something that was worth his death. I was ressurected. Brought back from Hell... Wait. What! I remember now. When I died, I was brought down to someplace that was cold. Not the temp. It was the loneliness. Evil things lurked in the shadows. I remember a hand that looked as if it were glowing like gold. That hand brought me back to #life. Why?

Promises One step. Two steps. Three steps. Then they disappear, as is they never existed. She moved closer to the edge of the cliff. Her friend had just jumped off of this cliff, and she was about to do the same. Gathering up all her strength and courage, she leaped of the rocky-edged cliff and started plummeting down towards the angry waves that crashed onto the jagged, pointy, sharp rocks that were laid neatly around the cliff. Just as she neared her death, she saw a dark figure. It had wings as long as a birch trees height. As slender, and graceful as a hawks or eagles, yet the body was of a humans. The figure dived down towards her. He looked as if her was about to encase her in darkness as he gained speed. Right as he was ten feet away, her heart got pierced by a rock. Her #lifeless eyes stayed right on the man. "Do not worry. You will be fine." He whispered, knowing that some how she'd be able to hear him through unhearing ears. "You will be safe. I promise."

Chances "The most important thing that you guys must always remember... Is... Is to stick together. Do not let anything tear you guys apart. Let nothing stand in your way. Friendship and love are like enemies and hatred. Both are strong. Both are weak. Use them to your advantage. But remember..." She died before she could finish. I managed to only have one tear run loose on my cheek. I took her hand out of mine, and closed her eyes. I left her room without turning back, if only mother hadn't been an evil spirit. She would've lived longer. Father wouldn't have died trying to kill her. Though he succeeded, it did not feel like evil had been lifted out of the world. It felt more like more has been put in... I left the three story house that my family once lived in, left all the memories it once held. I was five years when I did that. Now nine years have past. My brothers and I are living in a small cabin that they built. Zane, the oldest is taking a shower, while Alec, the second oldest is doing whatever outside. At the moment I'm sitting on an old, beat up chair that sits in front of the fireplace. Animal noises full up the silence. A beasts howl caught my attention. I got up, alert now, ready for what was coming. The news that he would bring. The beast is a comrade of Alec, yet the general of his pack of three. The beast and his pack came just as Zane came out into the living room dressed in a long jacket, tennis shoes, a green shirt, and jeans, just as Alec came in through the front door, dirt all over his hands, knees and a bit in his hair. Alec's jeans were worn out, his purple shirt a bit to small. His boots were leather. The only ones we could find. Alec and Zane are very different, yet extremely similar in a way. Zane has dark eyes, black hair, is tall and shadow like. Alec is a bright, sun shine guy, with blue eyes that sparkle, blond hair, and medium in hight(I'm taller than him). Both have pure white skin, so do I. Alex has his secrets too, just it seems as though he doesn't. I look more like Zane, black hair(mine's down to my shoulder blades), dark eyes, and am tall. I have a leather jacket that's insulated well, worn out jeans, combat boots, and a blue tee shirt. The beasts came in, making a mess at the back entry way. They looked part coyote, part bear. Four of them in total. You could tell which was alpha. He was the biggest and ugliest, but most loyal. Slobber dripped out of their mouths. It was disgusting. Their beady eyes gleamed as they watched us. Finally, I got annoyed enough, "If your going to slobber like that, then go outside. If you'd like to stay in, change into human form." My voice grew louder with each word, as I got more frustrated with the thought of cleaning it up. They followed my orders, changing into their human form. All of them have blond hair, the alpha has blue eyes, his pack has green. They looked quite similar, but the big difference would be the hight of them. Though the alpha, he's the shortest. His right wing man is the tallest. The middle, was the second shortest. I could tell by their eyes that this news is the worst we'd ever hear. After we all go settled inside the old living room, Zane's group came in. They were obviously disgusted by the way it looked, they did live in the city after all. The wood walls were bare, except for one painting of a pink rose. The fireplace, which hasn't been used in awhile, looked out of place, with the brick outlining. Two old, cloth couches sat, one under the window, and against the wall, the other right across, facing it. The chair that I was sitting in was diagonal from them, and vertical to the fireplace. There wasn't anything to use up the space in the middle. Behind us was the kitchen. There were no walls to separate it from the living room. The front door was right in the middle line of them both, as was the back door. A hallway extended the small cabin from the living room. Zane's group were of two, one a girl, Rozy, the other a guy, Darren. Rozy is as old as Alec, fifteen. Darren is as old as the alpha in Alec's group, one-hundred, twenty-six. Though, he looks younger than Rozy. Both have hazel eyes, but Rozy has red hair, and freckles. Darren has blond hair. I suppose I should say that Alec's group are all black, with shaggy black hair, and kind brown eyes. Unless you get them angry... Anyway, Alec and his group sat next to him on the couch next to the window. Zane, who's Seventeen, and his group sat on the other. I sat on the cushioned chair. I felt so lonely sitting alone. "What's up?" Alec asked to everyone. "Uh.. Um... Well.. Here." Rozy gave Zane a scroll. The alpha gave Alec a scroll too. I never really did memorize their names. I squinted at them, trying to remember. "Blue, Carson, Aaron, Venus," I spoke mindlessly as I remembered their names. Each one of them turned their heads when their name was spoken, "Yes?" They spoke in unison. "Nothing." I replied, now remembering: The alpha is Blue. The right wing man is Carson. The middle is Aaron, and the left wing man is Venus. Cool names.