Repost of a story I had deleted from roadblock hiatus.

This was my first submitted story to FF, enjoy kindly!

Cara walked down the path to her house in silence. She was too exhausted to think, or reach into her messenger bag to grab her Ipod, she was amazed she had the energy to move.

But, it was normal for her to be tired after a long and redundant day at high school. Her anemia probably didn't help much to the cause either. She was just thankful the week was almost over. One more week done of her senior year, and then she would be free.

She would be free of her parents constantly questioning why her 'bright young mind' had given up on her science classes to pursue her dream of art. Free from the snobby and shallow students at her school who were too quick to judge. Free of her jerky ex boyfriend and trend following friends. Free from her ugly school uniform. Free from the town that she was encased in and loathed.

But, it was still only October. She had the rest of her year still. Cara wished it would just hurry up.

The orange and red array if leaves on the trees shook with the wind. Cara could see the few still hanging on the trees turn over; a sure sign that a storm was rolling in.

Cara hurried down the rest of the path, and pushed open the back gate to her backyard. She definitely didn't want to get caught in whatever storm was coming.

Before she slid open the glass patio door leading inside, Cara craned her head, to see odd purple and black clouds forming over the sun. The sun dimmed duller and duller, until it was masked by the opaque clouds, making it look only like a glowing dot in the sky.

It reminded Cara of some sort of gateway, a shining portal to somewhere new.

She internally laughed at her own imagination, and continued inside.

Her house was silent. A sign that no one was home yet. It wasn't much of a surprise. Cara's father worked at an office at the bank, and her mother owned a small business selling cosmetics and other things.

Cara's older brother had moved out in July, to go to university, and he only stopped in when he didn't have classes or homework- which was rare.

A vibration went through Cara's side, making her jump a bit from the eerie atmosphere her house gave off when empty.

Cara calmed herself when she realized it was only her phone in her messenger bag.

Pulling it out, she saw there was not one, but two messages.

Angela :

Carrr! omg. bf just told me tom thinks ur cute. oh & theres a sale at ur fav store. get over to my house asap, we have much to discuss over shopping :)

Cara could only laugh at Angela's enthusiasm. Even over the text, Cara could picture how Angela would say it exactly. She was so bubbly and exuberant. Cara wished unintentionally that she was a little more outgoing like her friends, and not the wallflower type she had turned into.

Unknown Number:

watch out cara.

Cara cringed once the message opened. It was creepy. The message had no callback number, so it made the text all the more disturbing.

It's probably just from someone's new number. Or they texted the wrong person.

But the text had said her name.

A shiver ran down Cara's spine, and made her a little wary. It suddenly felt like she was being watched. If anyone asked, she would never admit it, but Cara swung her head in all directions, frantically searching for the force that made her so uncomfortable.

Really, Cara, really?

She said to herself. She was being ridiculous. But, one thing was for sure, she was deleting her number off of Facebook so she couldn't get anymore random (and wierd) texts.

Once she was upstairs in her room, she closed her window. The storm outside was getting nasty. It hadn't started raining yet, but the wind was picking up and Cara swore she saw bolts of lightning in the ominous clouds.

Cara's laptop was sitting just where she left it. There in her unpacked gym bag was her shiny, black computer child, among many of her other belongings. She still hadn't unpacked her bag from the previous week's football tournament, where she and the cheer team had travelled with the football players out-of-town for four days.

Cara laughed as she shuffled it out of the over packed bag. She and her friends had brought way too much for four days. Clothes among other things were spilling out of the sides of the purple bag. Speaking of clothes, Cara really needed to change out of her uniform.

She set her laptop back in the gym bag, and began to open her closet for something more comfy to wear before she would waste her time surfing the web. She only got the door half way open when she stopped abruptly.

What is that?

Cara tried to calm her heartbeat, so she could hear more clearly over it.

It sounded like the patio door being opened. But, it was probably just her imagination. Cara suddenly felt stupid for leaving it unlocked. She was just about to rush downstairs to lock it (probably with all the other windows and doors in the house) when she heard a very audible CRASH CLINK CLINK CLINK

That surely couldn't have been Cara's imagination. Cara clutched her phone through her messenger bag, still slung across her shoulders. She cautiously left the safety of her room and stared down the hall for anything unusual. The door to her parents room swung back and forth softly. The window's probably still open in their room...

Cara reassured herself. She walked slowly to the staircase, and looked down at the living room from the balcony. There was no movement. Just a pile a bowl and a pile of decorative apples on the floor.

Cara let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Most of the tension released from her body. So there might not be someone trying to kill her after all.

She led herself downstairs, totally ignoring the fact that her parent's window wasn't open at all.

"Chappy, Ace." She said sternly, looking over the couch to see Ace, her husky, sleeping on the couch, and Chappy, her mom's Yorkie, sleeping in a bed underneath an end table.

One of the dogs must have knocked over the bowl, probably Ace. He was a little trouble maker sometimes.

"Ace." Cara said warningly. The dog lifted up its head, to acknowledge he heard her, then let it droop back down, probably so he could fall back asleep.

Those dogs could sleep through anything...

Cara picked up the bowl and fake fruit, placing it back onto the kitchen table, before locking the patio door. She more reassuringly made her way back upstairs. Halfway there, she thought she saw the menacing face of a girl in the reflection of one of the family photo's. She turned around, only to be met with the rest of the body of the face.

She certainly wasn't imagining this.

Cara couldn't produce words. The girl, no older than Cara, was dressed oddly, scary even. Cara only had seen a glimpse of her face, pale and uninviting, with heavy black rims surrounding her violet eyes.

Cara tried scampering up the stairs, tripping, and getting jumbled by her own feet. She ended up being halted after a few steps anyways by someone's calves.

Cara looked up the legs to see who they belonged to. A tall, lanky male with dark crimson eyes was staring down at her. A looming grin, one that Cara did not like one bit, covering his face.

She attempted to stand and step back, only to be grabbed by the man. Cara tried to scream, but his gloved hand covered her face. His grip was firm. Cara wasn't strong enough to fight back.

She was engulfed with fear. What were they going to do with her?

Cara was facing the girl. Her blue-green eyes staring into the haunting violet one's of one of her captors.

"Hello Cara." The girl said calmly, stepping towards her in the process. Cara hadn't noticed before, but the strange girl had a staff in her hands, with some sort of stone glowing at the top.

Cara only tried wiggling in the man's tight grasp, in small hopes maybe she could escape the uncomfortable look the girl was giving her.

"My name is Master Cyclonis, and you'll be coming back to Atmos with me." She said, grinning evilly at the end of her small speech. She was a stair or two below Cara and her captor, looking directly into her eyes.

Cyclonis made a motion with her hand, and Cara no longer felt the leathery gloved hand over her face.

Cyclonis was waiting for a response. But, in all honesty, Cara didn't know what to say. She was afraid. She didn't know who these people were, what they wanted with her or even where the heck Atmos was. She wanted so badly for her parents to come home, so her Dad could call the police and her mom could tell her everything was alright; that the bad people would never come back.

But, Cara stood on the stairs, with an empty house. She would be going with her captors, against her will. There was nothing she could do about it.

She was so frightened, she couldn't even feel the tears streaming down her face and splattering against her blue school vest.

"W-who are you?" She barely managed to croak out. Though, it wasn't a smart question. Cyclonis had already told her who she was.

Cyclonis had a faint if nonexistent smile on her pale face. "I am ruler of Cyclonia. Soon the whole Atmos, and then all the universe. You of course will be there to help me, Cara. You see, you are quite..." Cyclonis trailed off, as if trying to find the right words. "special"

Cara didn't like the way Cyclonis had said special. She never seemed like she was. It made her more panicked as to what these people wanted with her.

Cara stopped herself. She didn't want to know. They seemed crazy. Talking about places she's never heard of, and wanting to be ruler of the world. She began sobbing harder. She was getting kidnapped by lunatics. It was the type of stuff Cara would see in movies.

The man holding her passed her off to Cyclonis in one swift movement. Cyclonis grabbed onto Cara with a light, but fierce grip, her painted black nails slightly digging into her arm through her school's blazer.

The red tinged rock at the end of the staff glowed lightly, and Cara was suddenly moving across her living room/ kitchen. She watched as she moved by obviously not her own accord.

Cyclonis stopped once they reached two motorcycle-looking vehicles parked in Cara's back yard.

Cyclonis pushed Cara into the side car of one of the vehicles, her legs dangling a bit out the side.

"I suggest you get in." A man on the bike said in a mocking tone. Cara obeyed, scared out of her wits, not only by the situation, but the odd goggled outfit the man was wearing.

"Ace" Cyclonis growled loudly. The man apparently who was named Ace emerged from Cara's house hastily, holding her gym bag. He threw it into the sidecar of his bike, and got on, Cyclonis getting on after him.

"Let's go." Ace directed and revved the engine of his bike. He took off, and before he hit the path Cara had walked home on earlier, metal wings sprouted from his vehicle, hurtling up into the air.

Cara watched in both awe and fear as the bike she was on began ascending into the sky after deploying its wings as well.

Both the bikes were heading directly upwards. Cara could only sob and hyperventilate as she looked down on her slowly disappearing house. Cyclonis levitated two more glowing stones with her staff.

Cara saw a blinding light as they entered the storm clouds. They were flying right into the light, a light that Cara once thought was the sun.

Then, Cara saw nothing but black, as he conciousness began slipping.

Well there you has it.

First chapter repost. I'll be sure to bring the rest up periodically as well as -gasp- yes, new chapters.