PROLOGUE

“Amber, help these people. Get them out as fast as you can,” I commanded her, waking her out of her shock.

“Sh-sure. But, what about you?” Amber asked, pulling one of the victims, Samuel Murdoch, to his feet.

Slightly shaking my head, I couldn’t even believe what I was going tell my sister. In my worst nightmares, I never imagined that we’d be having this conversation. But, here we were, trying to save people who had been kidnapped by a demented scientist.

“I need to stop him,” I said, stepping out of the room and into the shadows of the third floor hall where I knew I’d have to prevent the Parkway kidnapper from experimenting on anyone else ever again.

When I entered the hall, the former doctor stared at the wood boarding up the windows. As if it was glass, the wood shattered into tiny daggers, falling to the dirt coated floor. Rays of light poured into the warehouse.

“Turn yourself in, and there will be no fight,” I said, keeping my hands firmly planted to my sides.

“Now, if I turned myself in, then how would I take your powers?” he asserted, pulling out a large syringe from his sleeve.

“Why did you kidnap anyone when you have powers?” I inquired.

“When I was younger, I hardly had any powers,” he stated, holding the syringe at his side.

I could tell that he was itching to thrust the needle into me by the way his eyes kept shifting toward the device that he grasped tightly in his right hand. Nervously, clenching and unclenching my fists, I anticipated the attack, especially an invisible one.