Bloodlines - ProloguePrologueBeams of light reflected across the old ruins. Minuscule particles embedded the weathered stones, causing the stones to have a shimmered glow of a thousand colors. Many years of elemental exposure had reduced towering columns to mere stumps, grand walls to waist high inconveniences. Age had allowed the forest to overcome the ruins. Great oaks had torn apart the stone with immense root systems and brush had cluttered the grounds. Peace that only time could bring whispered through the ruins, mixed with the slightest hint of sorrow.A young boy, not a day over eleven, hid behind a larger section of the ruined walls. Back pressed against the crumbling stone, the boy sat motionless with his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. Long, deep, breaths escaped his lips, leaving no trace of sound. His dark blue eyes stared intensely at the bush that tucked him against the old wall segment.At the boy
TargetSweat dripped from the brow of the old scientist. He stood, pale faced, in front of the blank teleprompter. Reporters swarmed around the wooden podium, eager to tear him apart with scissor-like-questioning.Only yesterday, his colleagues had finished their secretive research. Unlike his fellow members of the science community, he was the whistle blower. Now, the nation watched him on television.Opening his mouth, the scientist prepared to speak.My friends- he quivered.A bang caused an eruption of panic. Color faded from the room as the scientist realized that he had been shot. The Mail-men had gotten him first.