(This is my start of the story "Wisps." We had to write a paranormal/fantasy/sci-fi chapter for my creative writing class.)
Chapter 1: November 27, 2518
The window was opened wide, a shrill autumn wind whistling in without invitation and blowing back my hair. Dust drifted to my nose, but after years of living here, I was accustomed to it. I shifted my backpack into a more comfortable position on my shoulder, feeling the sharp corner of the picture frame against my ribs.
The picture was of my family before. . .well, before everything. In the front was Ellie, with her toothy grin and big blue eyes, who just happened to be yelling at Ryan. he was almost identical to Ellie, except for a mop of dirty blonde hair so close to brown that he always called it that. Even though she was younger, Ellie had always watched over Ryan, and whenever he did something wrong, she'd yell. Loud. I smiled sadly, remembering how much I had hated it when she screamed, but I now longed to hear her voice again. In the middle rown, I stood center, my blue eyes innocent and welcome in my young, round face surrounded by frizzy brown hair bleached light by the warm summer sun. Samantha, also know as Sam, stood next to me, a tan arm wrapped around my lanky shoulder, her perfectly manicured hand caught in the middle of a lazy swing. Alex stood on my other ise, her deep brown arms crossed over her chest, a scowl set on her pinched face as she squinted into the sun. We had adopted her from Nigeria the past fall, but she still hadn't warmed up to us. Back in Africa, she was the oldest of seven orphaned kids, and now Alex believed that we had separated them so they would all die. I had laughed when she told me that. Our parents wouldn't hurt a fly, much less six underfed orphans on the other side of the world. Speaking of them, Mum and Dad, both tall and with perfect posture, stood behind me and Sam, smiling formally at the camera.
Another gust of wind breathed through the house, the walls shuddering louldy. This house is so crappy, I thought bitterly as I clenched my jaw. It hadn't been before, though. The wooden walls hadn't been rotten. The roof hadn't sloped into a collapse. The scent of oak had filled the house. But not now.
I guess it is still nice, if you liked the dark and unhappiness. Plus, the drons circled above looking for any human forms didn't really add to the serenity of it all.
My head shot up quickly as I turned toward the stairs. Someone was here.
The stair moaned under my weight.
"Damn," I swore under my breath. So much for getting teh medicine quietly.
Janielle had caught the flu, and it just kept getting worse. I mean, it's not like I could walk into a drugstore and say, "Hey, I'm a human, and my girlfriend, who's also a human, caught the flu. Can I have some medicine?" It even sounded stupid in my own mind.
I had found Janielle three years ago, not far from here, actually. Jo and I were trying to find food and water. Jo's dirty blonde hair was tucked messily under a navy blue ski cap, a few curly strands framing her pale face. It was dark otu, but I could still see her green eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischevous glee. My family and I had met up with my mom's brother's family, who had a kid named Jo who was my age. No one told me that she was a girl, though.
Jo nudged me in the ribs. "There's a blueberry bush over there." She pointed it out with her finger. "What do you think about bringing them back?"
I shrugged uncertainly. "I don't really care," I whispered back.
She rolled her eyes in annoyance.
A stick snapped behind us and, instantly, Jo drew her dagger.
"Who's there," she asked in an even tone, her fingers twitching on the hilt of her knife.
A small, huddling figure crept out of the darkness. Her mousy brown hair was strewn with twigs and leaves.
The sweatshirt that hung limply from her thin frame was ripped and torn, it's white fabric was interupted by a spreading blob of crimson.
"Holy crap!" I shouted as Jo dropped her weapon and ran toward the strange girl. She placed the girl gently on her back and started to run back to our hideout.
The stranger was unconscious by now, her head rolling to one side. The smell of blood filled the air and I had to cover my mouth and nose with my sweat-stained t-shirt.
Our "hideout" was a small cave with walls that masked out body heat from the Thermatic Drones constantly searching for us from the sky.
Jo's father, Bush, came rushing at us as soon as we were in the mouth of the cave.
"Who's this?" Bush asked in his deep bass. Seeing the sweatshirt drenched in blood, he exclaimed, "Oh, sh!t! Get her inside. Now!"
Jo ran inside, setting the girl atop a bed of soft leaves we had collected for a fire. With a surgical knife, Bush cut open the front of the sweatshirt to reveal the wound. It was right in her ribcage, a gaping hole of gore.
"This is a dagger wound," Bush mumbled. "You sure this isn't from one of you?"
Jo stomped her foot against the cold gray floor. "Why would I have stabbed her? She's a human! Not one of those damned Wisps!"
Molly, Jo's younger sister, walked in carrying a small, torn up teddy bear in her hand. Curly blonde hair toussled from sleep was in her round face.
"Daddy?" she squeaked in her singsong voice. "What's happening?" She smiled sweetly, little gaps showing where she had lost a few teeth after biting into a sotne when she got angry a couple weeks earlier.
Bush smiled, a rare sight these days. "Nothing, sweetheart. Why don't you go help Aunt Caroline patch up some clothes." Molly nodded and skipped out.
"Thank God she didn't see this," Jo murmured, flicking a thumb over her shoulder at the girl.
Bush nodded solemnly, pushing me and Jo out of his way. His hands worked over the wound quickly, his eyebrows knitted in concentration. His fingers suddenly stopped, and he leaned his head toward her mouth.
"Crap," I heard him say. Bush stroked his chin thoughtfully, his eyes glancing over at me.
"Jake," Bush said, pointing a finger at me and walking over. "You need to give her mouth-to-mouth resesitation."
I walked over to her and placed my lips on her's carefully. I breathed out hard twice, feeling her chest rise slightly beneath me. I pressed on her breast bone thirty times. Nothing.
I bit my bottom lip nervously and sent two more breaths into her lungs.
She coughed a bit of bright red blood, and it sat glistening on her cheek. She blinked slowly, once, then twice, before sitting up, supporting herself on her elbow.
"W-where am I," she grumbled in a melodious voice.
Bush cut in front of me. "I'm Bush. This is my daughter Jo." She waved. "And this is my nephew Jake."
It was then that I realized how pretty she was. Her hazel eyes were framed by long, curly lashes, and, set in her olive skin, were amazingly beautiful.
I waved a hand at her as Jo rolled her eyes again.
TYhe only problem now though, three years later, was that Janielle wasn't as nice as she had seemed. But still, she was all that I had now.
I suddenly felt as if someone were watching me. Spinning around on my heel, I noticed a small blue and white light at the top of the staricase.
A boy, abotu my human age, was standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching me float around in my Wisp form with a look of fear on his grimy face. He swore loudly and ran, his wornout sneakers slapping hollowly agianst the dust-coated floorboards.
I hovered for a minute, contemplating whether or not to go after him. Well, I did have nothing to lose.
I shifted, feeling the strange and painful pull of my limbs as they elongated. The first time I shifted, back at the lab, ha ddefinitely been the worst. Dr. Greenwich, an older man with thinning black hair giving up to a shiny calp and round glasses, was assigned to see how well younger specimens could go with becoming a Wisp. He and his partner, Riley Griffiths, a pale skinned woman with a pinched face, were prodding me with electrical poles. If I couldn't go Wisp in a five-second period, they would electricute me. Somehow, it felt as if I were watching myself from above. I could see the bright blue veins of electric creeping up and down my arms, my body jerking this way an dthat as I struggled to keep my eyes open and not listen to them. Just do what Mom told you, I remembered thinking. Just do it. . .
I shook my head to clear my train of thought. No need to think of that now.
I looked down at my fingers to make sure all nine were still there. Once I had gotten away from Dr. Greenwich's lab, I tried going back to my human form and lost my right middle finger.
I ran down the stairs after him, but, of course, tripped and fell on him from behind.
"Oh, geez, I'm sorry," I grumbled, getting off him.
"It's fine," he replied, his eyes darting around. "You should probably get out of here. There's a Wisp upstairs."
"Oh, um, it's fine."
He glanced at me, a look of realization spreading across his face.
"You're the Wisp, aren't you?" he whispered.
I bit my lip nervously.
**Note: sorry this is so long, but it's only the first chapter**