Chapter 2 – The boy with wolf ears.


After what seemed like an eternity, Sarah and her mother finally arrived at their new house - except, it didn’t seem like a house at all.


It was an old dull brown, dirty house with a red metal door and white rustic parts on it.


‘‘Well here we are. What do you think of the place?’’ Mum asked, sounding hopeful.


Sarah didn’t respond, she just picked up her small black suitcase from the silver boot of the car and made her way inside, wanting to have a good look around.


‘‘Uh…Ok sweety, you make yourself at home, just remember that the delivery men will be here with our things soon!’’  Mum shouted to Sarah as her daughter made her way inside.


‘‘Yeah sure…whatever Mum’’ Sarah mumbled to herself, in response.


The inside of the house there was a lush feeling of warmth and comfort that seemed to eerily loom throughout the house. Practically everything Sarah could see was made out of either wood or had at least one part of it made of wood. The whole interior was an array of multiple shades of brown, white and cream, making the house seem very rustic and comforting.


The house seemed to stink of wet and decaying wood, which seemed to smell strongest near the doors and windows, particularly one small and remarkably dusty door, which was almost hidden from sight.


Sarah was eager to see what could possibly be in a cupboard that smelled so strongly of damp decaying wood. But for the moment, she was contempt on choosing out a bedroom for herself, so she decided to head up the tall soft, creamy carpet covered, stairs so she could get ‘first dibs’ on the rooms.


The upper part of the house seemed to be exactly the same as the bottom, wood as far as the eye can see, except upstairs, there were many different photos and paintings, arranged so that it was almost like you were staring at a massive collage.


The photos depicted young men and women. Most of them seemed to have slightly pointed ears and teeth, who all wore tight orange clothing, which covered most of their body. They had shackles on their arms and legs and they were all behind thick bulletproof glass, with solid black cameras, which were hidden in the corners of the rooms.


The other men seemed to be either scientists who were monitoring the people who were trapped in their ‘glass cages’, or guards who stood by the door-like part of the cage, holding either tall, slender steel poles with two electrical spikes on them, or big thick mechanical…guns?


Sarah wondered why on earth, photos like this were in a wet, smelly dump, like this.


She stood there staring at the photo with complete confusion all over her face.


Then she spotted a familiar face in one of the smaller photos nearest to the door to the left of her. The photo shocked her completely; it was a photo of her farther, who had been dead for almost, 10 years. He was stood in the photo, with his arm around a young 16 year old boy. As Sarah looked closer at the photo, she spotted some strange aspects about the boy. She could see that he had incredibly dark freckles which covered his pale, scratched face. The boy also appeared to have two different coloured eyes, one a deep green, the other, a light blue (almost white) eye. What was even stranger about him though, was the unnatural amount of piercings that covered his pointed ears. He also had a deep scar on the right side of his nose, and short, spiked orange hair which stuck out at the sides and at the front of his hair, which made him look incredibly messy.


Shocked by the fact that a photo of her father was in a house which hadn’t been used for over 7 years, Sarah decided to take it with her, so she carefully took the golden metal frame off the dusty old wall (leaving a dust-free square where the picture used the be) and placed placed it into her small black suitcase.


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The moment Sarah discovered the strange photo in the new wooden house; she had been plunged into a whole new, much more dangerous, world, one of which, where you have to connect with another, in order to survive.


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Sarah walked into the small white and grey bedroom, slowly dragging her dark black suitcase alongside herself.


The room seemed to be surprisingly clean and neat, for a house that seemed to be so old and ruined. The walls were a neat colour of grey and white, with a tall white wooden bookshelf which leaned on the side of the wall.


The shining white bed seemed clean and well made, with a warm little green blanket which was laid on top of the covers.


As far as Sarah was concerned, this bedroom was the equivalence of perfection.


So, happy with her new room, Sarah began unpacking her things from her heavy black suitcase, and neatly arranged them around the bedroom.


A few moments later, her mother called for her to come downstairs for supper, Pasta salad, her favourite. So Sarah finished off placing the last of her belongings around the room, and began to make her way down the winding stairway, unaware that she was being watched by a young ginger haired fox boy, who was in the photo that was now resting on a shelf by the window.


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‘‘Lythrarin, any news on subject B279 yet?’’ the sector 2 guard asked, eying the silver haired boy who was sitting in a large silver desk chair, facing an entire wall of monitors, watching them intently.

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