All of her parents clothes were in there and had remained frozen in time like the rest of the house. She crawled over the shoes and got behind her dad’s old guitar to a small hatch that was hidden in the back. She lifted it up and it dropped into a chute. She fit her small body into the chute and dropped down. She slide along to the entering door to a hidden fallout shelter. It was made about a hundred years before during the Cryptic Crisis War. Most houses had them for when the Cryptic terrorists attacked either with nuclear weapons or if they invaded the city. It was so long ago but the effects still could be seen on the earth. The world government was able to finally able to rid the world of the terrorist group, but not after the thirty years of horror they brought to the earth. Their was not one part of the world left untouched or that did not have members of the vile group, but through unknown means they were exterminated from the planet. For almost the last hundred years the world has lived in peace, but in total ignorance of what exactly happened with the war.

She approached the thick metal door. The material was unknown to her, but she knew that it if a nuclear bomb was dropped on top of it no damage would be done. She gave a eye scan to open the barrier. She remembered so long ago when her parents added her eye to the memory of the security system. They told her only to enter if it was an emergency. She considered this an emergency. She entered the dark chamber. The large door shut with a thud leaving her in the pitch black area. A couple dim lights shot on in the small room.

"Decontamination Activated."

The computer announced. A high pitch shocking sound floated around the room killing all contaminants.

“I wonder if she’s here.”

“She wouldn’t come back here.”

“This is pointless.”

She ran to her bedroom door, cracked it open, and peered out. Down the staircase she could see a couple of government agents in there black suits. They walked silently through the house with there guns held ready to shoot. Thinking quickly, Teli crept out of the door and while they went into the kitchen and study areas, she flew with out a sound down the hall. She made her way to her parent’s room. As soon as she was safely inside and the door shut without noise. She headed straight to the wardrobe. She climbed inside and shut the door softly.

She broke into a run while shaking her head more trying to get the memories out of the brain. She reached her bedroom and slammed the door closed after her as she had done so many times in the past. Her room remained as it was when she was taken away. Her bed was neatly made. Her toys were picked up the only thing out of place was the papers that lay strewn near her desk where they grabbed her and took her from. On top was the picture she had been drawing. It was of a bird sitting on the blossoming tree outside her window. That tree was now barren dieing. The memories rushed back to her. She ran into her bed falling on the oddly clean yellow quilt that covered the soft bed. She put her face into the pillow and started to cry. She could not stop the feelings, the emotion. It had wanted to come forth for so long, but she had withhold it, but now there seemed to be no reason to contain it. She lay in silence crying into her pillow until she heard the front gate rattle a bit. Teli jumped to her feet as she heard faint voices in her mind.

She stood for a while staring at the death place of her parents. She did not know what she was looking for. Maybe to fill the emptiness she felt inside or to find something that was calling her. She crept slowly through her house. It was recognizable. She had known every inch and crevice of the house. She searched for her unknown objective. The kitchen was left spotless. There was an odd lack of dust in the house. The years of old of food were left in its place, but nothing was rotten. It remained as if it was bought from the grocery store the day before. If she didn’t know better she could swear she could smell the scent of fresh cookies in the oven. She shook her head and headed out towards the old staircase. Her mind was playing tricks on her as she climbed the stairs. She could here the sounds of her father’s music being played from her father’s study.

The blood stains remained in there place almost showing her the outlines of where her parents had been killed. Death meant something to her now. Though only twelve years of age, she understood a lot maybe even more than she should have. She had been the inadvertent cause of a couple deaths in the institute, but there was no effect on her from those. A couple of sparks here and there from her strange “disease” as they called it caused a couple of times lethal harm to those who surrounded her. She did not care really. Her brushes with death didn’t stop there. Her mind was a playground for the spirits. They haunted her. The more she resisted their presents the more they would taunt her. She had grown accustomed to their presence. Rarely would they get out of hand, but when they did strange things would occur.

“Mommy!” The six year old petite girl screamed at her parent as she was carried down the stone pathway towards the gate by to strange men.

“Teli! No! Please bring my baby back!” Her mom yelled giving futile attempts to break the hold another man had on her.

“Listen here! You have no right to take our child. I do not care what you found or believe. She is our daughter.” Her bound father’s words did not go unheard, but the men did not listen. Teli’s cries echoed.

“We will get our daughter back! I promise you if I have to hunt you all down myself!”

“Daddy!!” Teli’s voice was drowned out by the sound of the gun shots. She watched as his lifeless form was allowed to fall to the dusty ground. Tears streamed down the little girls face. She didn’t understand the gravity of the situation, but she knew it was bad. Death was something she had yet to comprehend.

“Trent! Please! Don’t do this! Just let us live in peace.” Her mother’s plea reached her ears, but the man’s reply was covered by his fatal shots.

Feelings filled the small six year old, Emotions that she couldn’t explain. It was like jumping into a pool of ice water naked. She felt as if all the joy in the world was ripped from her soul. It was as if she could never be happy again. She stared a little while at the still forms of her parents before they took her out of the gate.

She was close now. The rain soaked her clothes, but any sense of care was not shown on her face. A tranquil breeze bit at her frozen body, but she continued to her destination. A house at the edge of the main road stood in all its majesty. The gate in front of the mansion was locked shut and the chain that was used was rusted and weatherworn. The stone fences that surrounded the site were vine covered. The ancient house appeared to be in a hole in time, held in place by the hands of time itself. It was almost the same way she had left it six long years ago.