Prologue
THERE are only two things on my mind right now, food, and how the fuck did I get into this mess. Oh right! I'm "special"! They keep saying that, yet I don't get it.
If I really was special, I wouldn't have been dumped at the door of an orphanage as a baby. I wouldn't have spent eighteen years of my life not knowing what I am. Not knowing anything about my history.
Anyone who has ever given me any importance in my life has been my best friend for two years, Eve. And guess what? She was sent to me as part of this mission! So I've got no idea whether she actually is my best friend anymore or not.
Just as I am about to ask for the love of my life, food, an excrutiating pain hits my upper back and I double over, screaming.
"Oh god! It's begun!"
"What hurts, Saf?"
Voices of the four people waiting with me in the large basement hit my ears, but I am too much in pain to answer, or make sense of their words. My back is burning, as if someone has set fire to it. I shriek again, now on all fours with my black hair curtaining my face.
"My.... back!" I manage to croake out, writhing in agony.
"This is wrong! I don't hear any bones cracking,"
"She isn't shifting, it's something else,"
"Hey, what is that bulging out of her shirt?"
All these voices are drowned out by another loud scream from my mouth. Sweat dripped all over me, as I feel something cutting through my back. Black spots blind my vision and I hear the fabric of the back of my shirt ripping, along with a series of gasps from my companions. The pain had dulled a little but it still hurt like a bitch.
"Impossible!"
"But those don't exist anymore,"
"Clearly they do!"
"Aren't they supposed to be white?"
Just as the last of whatever is protruding painfully out of my back, another loud chorus of gasps enters my ears.
"Beautiful!"
"I agree,"
I let out one last gasp of pain and collapse on the floor. My back still aching, I blackout. The last thing I feel is something warm and big covering me like a blanket.
