• Silleva couldn't believe it was the last day of school. She was a senior, and as she walked from class to class, she said good bye to people she knew she might never see again. By lunch, Silleva and her friends sat at their table and talked about old times. She never would have noticed them if one of her friends hadn't said something.

    "Hey, you guys see those two over there? Don't they look like FBI agents? Creepy. Wonder who they're looking for."

    "Wow! That big guy must have a killer bod!"

    Silleva noticed the four holes that seemed to be burning into her back and turned in the direction of her friends' gawking. She went pale.

    "Silleva?," Kaili, her best guy-friend, said, tugging on her sleeve, "Silleva, you're white as a sheet! What's wrong? Didn't you eat breakfast?"

    Silleva blinked at the men, then turned to Kaili. He was tall and slender, but not scrawny. His long, black hair was almost as long as her's, but straight as a needle. Silleva blanked out on his handsome face for a moment, then shook her head to clear it.

    "Uh, I'm fine. I just need to move, I guess..."

    A crackle came over the school's ancient speaker system, and the principle came on.

    "All seniors are to report to the auditorium for the Validictorian's summery speech IMMEDIATELY."

    Most seniors groaned and begrudgingly left their lunches behind. Silleva shuffled along slowly with her friends, keeping tabs on the two men out of the corner of her eye. They were following her from a small distance.

    "Hurry up, please, so you can all get back to your lunches," an unfamiliar teacher hallered to the groups of seniors hanging back. They all pushed past the two men, and before they two could get in, the teacher shut the door. Silleva realized she had been staring at them, and turned to find her friends. The teacher was in front of her.

    "Miss Silleva? I need you to come with me please."

    She blinked, wondering where this teacher had learned her name, she certinly didn't know his. But, as he began to walk toward the sound box to the side of the school's huge auditorium, she all but forgot in the effort to keep up with his brisk paces. When they were at the door of the sound room, she cought her breath.

    "How.. do you... do you know my name?," Silleva slowly huffed out.

    "Shhhhh! They're coming!"

    The man stood stone-still. All Silleva saw was the Validictorian walking down the center isle toward the stage.

    "What? But it's just-"

    Crack!

    Silleva froze in fear as the sound of a gun shot, a real one, reverbrated off the walls of the brick room. People screamed and started to run. Another gun shot went off, and someone roared over the madness.

    "SILENCE!"

    Silleva looked in total horror down toward the stage. To her utter fear, the two men that had been following her now stood there. The small man held up a gun. Slowly, she dragged her eyes to the large, buff man, and let out a squeek of terror. Her father, limp and lifeless, dangled from one hand. Her brother struggled in the other.

    "Let me go!" Sethulus shouted, and bit the man's arm.

    The large man only chuckled, but the small man cracked her brother across the face with the butt of the gun. He went limp.

    Turning back to the terror-struck crowd, the small man's suprisingly booming voice filled the large auditorium, again.

    "Where is Silleva Foret?!"

    No one answered. The man grew angry, and, turning to her young brother, shot him in the shoulder. He screamed awake.

    "No-!" Silleva started to shout, but a hand covered her mouth and she was wisked into the sound room. A woman, covered from head to toe, except her eyes, in a thin, black material, stood waiting. She nodded to the teacher as Silleva was passed off to her, and suddenly, Silleva found herself being lowered down a hidden man-hole in the sound room's floor. At the bottom, two men dressed similarly to the woman now decending to the lower level, uncliped her from the rope, and helped her regain balance. Silleva looked into the eyes of the two men, then the woman, once she was down and off the rope, and passed out.