Chapter one

Found!

Over a hundred years ago, a law was past, on Mobius, that all sick, and mutated beings were to be put to death.

All day there were screams of pain that filled the air. The streets were covered in blood, big bon-fires that burned the dead.

The government wanted a perfect world so they could call it a new heaven.

But that was the past what dose this have to do with the present. Well let's just see what's going at the Prower's house.

"It's a boy." The midwife said with a cheerful voice. "And, oh…um…. well, he ….uh…. has two tails Mrs. Prower. He's got to go."

"No!" said Mr. Prower. "He will stay with us."

"Well suite yourself." The midwife said in a huffy voice. "If the government found out about him, he, along with you will be executed. Then wear will you be?"

Then the midwife left the young couple to them self's

'Well honey what shall we name him?" Mr. Prower asked his wife

"I was thinking Miles, Miles Prower

…..

A few years later when Miles was 2 years old, the family was in constant watch on who was at the door at all times. Miles could already talk at the age of one, which surprised his parents. Well, with his two tails, he learned to fly with them, so the "no running" became, "No flying.

…

Miles was four now, and life became depressing for him. He wished he had friends. Not his make-believe friends, but real people.

"Mom, why can't I go outside?' Miles asked for the hundredth time.

"Because, ether you, or I will die." she replied in a sad tone.

"I'm sorry mom, it's just I get so bored staying inside all the time, that's all." Miles said as he walked off.

Just then the door opened up to reveal Mr. prower with a look of worry on his face.

"We got to hide Miles RIGHT NOW! Mr. prower yelled.

"What's the matter dear? Are they coming to our house today? Mrs. Prower asked.

"No," Mr. prower replied throwing Miles in a closet, "Someone squealed on us

Just then the door was knocked down as placemen came running in the house.

"All right, everyone on their knees, on the double!" the chief screamed. "You accused of hiding a mutant, which is punishable by death. Now tell us where your mutant friend is now, or you can die, your choice."

"I will never tell you, me nor my wife." Mr. prower said bravely, but in truth he was scared.

"That's it, men hold them. Ready…aim…FIRE!

There was a loud boom, and after that the men came out of the house, after poring gasoline in it and lit it on fire.

With tears streaming down his face Miles thought it was best to get out of there. So he pushed open the closet and walked up the stares to see his mom and dad on the living room floor in a red pile of blood. Each was holding each other's hand. Miles looked at them and to say his good-byes and ran out the back door to the woods. In the next island mutants were aloud to live, but never had a job or never were aloud in parks, theaters, or in events. Little did he realize that until he got there with no money to get out.