Chapter 1: Lizzie
“HELP ME! Someone, please!” I shout, even though I know that no one will come to my aid.
I clung onto the sack that felt almost soft and comforting as I got bumped around.
Maybe the person who kidnapped me had done that on purpose to try to get me to be on his or her side.
I had already tried thrashing around and punching, but the person holding me captive must be very tough.
Either that or I’m too important to let escape.
By the way, my name is Elizabeth Silverton (I like to be called Lizzie).
I live in Woodstock, New York when my parents aren’t traveling because of some stupid scientific breakthrough or something.
I think it’s kinda funny that I live in a town with the same name as a funny little yellow bird who can’t fly right who’s best friends with a dog.
My mom is from New York City, but she got to travel the world as a kid because my grandmother was a pilot. She wears amber colored glasses and a moonstone necklace. I take after Mom, and Markus takes after Dad.
My dad is from London, England and he has a british accent. When he talks, it sounds kinda funny (and me and my mom like to laugh about it). Markus also, like Dad, says things weirdly, too. It just proves my point.
Markus is my twin brother.
He’s older than me by a handful of minutes and he doesn’t let me forget. I think it’s really annoying and frustrating.
We travel around the world with our parents a lot, so I don’t have many, I mean any friends.
I have tried to figure out what my parents really do, and a sort of scientist is the only occupation that would mean they had to keep syringes and test tubes full of acid that could melt steel, specimen jars with creepy things in them, and animal skulls always on hand.
Markus calls them “Creepologists”. I don’t blame him.
If you were wondering how I got into this sack, it was really weird. In the middle of the night, a woman had ambushed me.
I remember when I felt her standing on my bed, I knew something was wrong. I put up quite a big fight before she finally got me.
I thought I had knocked her out, and I was standing there, trying to catch my breath, when she pounced on me and stuffed me into this sack.
I thought at first she was trying to steal my parent’s things (that happens very often), but she wouldn’t target me specifically if that was the case.
Maybe she was trying to capture me so she could interrogate me and get me to tell her things about her. Yeah, that seemed about right. She wouldn’t have any luck trying to, though. I knew NOTHING about my parents’ job.
Suddenly the bumping stopped.
I felt something poke the sack and grunt then the sack started to heat up.
I screamed and kicked. They were trying to kill me. Weren’t they? Then the flames died out.
That was weird, I thought. I realised that I wasn’t hot or smoking, or burnt at all. It was as if it never happened (except for the fact that the sack looked burnt).
I looked down at my feet, and gasped. My feet weren’t feet anymore. They were paws. Orange and white paws.
I stared at myself, feeling panic rising inside of me, trying to burst out of me and make me scream.
Then I looked at my hands. They were paws too! I gave in and tried to scream, but it wasn’t a scream. It was a roar.
I was a tiger.
I let out a yell of fear and shock and tried to scramble out of the sack, my claws tearing through the thin fabric.
I was completely freaking out. Panic had taken over my actions. How would you react if you found out you were fireproof and you had turned into a tiger?
I heard a female voice.
“Yep, we’ve definitely got the Fate Tiger. We just need to get her brother.”
If I wasn’t being completely controlled by fear and panic, I would have been trying to figure out what a Fate Tiger was. It sounded remotely familiar, but I didn’t know. Maybe I could have worked everything out.
“Hey,” said another voice, this one was male. Unlike the other voices, this one sounded kinder, and younger than the others, maybe around a couple years older than me.
“I don’t think she knows of all the power she has. Do you think it would be better to tell her about it?”
“Nah.” said the first voice again. “It’s better to leave her wondering.”
Yeah, I was definitely wondering. I have a pretty weird life, but turning into a tiger was not a regular thing for me.
The woman’s voice said “Come on, what are you waiting for? Knock her out, before she shreds the bag!”
I had gotten a lot of progress trying to get out. The sack was mostly ribbons by the time the strong fist that came out of nowhere hit me hard on top of my head and sent me reeling backwards.
I just had time to scratch the hand with my new razor-sharp claws before I blacked out.
