This is my first piece of writing, please go easy on me
Prologue (Juliana POV)
I was sitting in my office, stopping work for a brief moment to look outside my window to the bright day outside. In the background, soft classical music played. The man I had just finished prosecuting was on his way to jail, and the little girl he had attacked was in recovery.
Suddenly, my feeling of calm was disturbed by the view outside my window.
Speak of the devil.
Andreas was running up the stairs to the front door. My heart thudded in my throat, and the crash of my coffee mug against the marble floor seemed distant, miles away.
I snapped into motion, whirling and yelling down the hall to my secretary to come quickly. When she ran into view, she asked urgently, “What is it?”
Her motherly face wore a concerned expression, but I didn’t notice. Instead, I listened to the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Andreas.”
Mrs. Donavan understood, and we turned and barricaded the door. Calm and in control, She opened her small black phone.
“Hello? Police? There is an emergency at E18, 534 Shore Drive, New York City. A man with a record of attempted murder is here.”
I heard squawking on the other end of the phone, and Mrs. Donavan clicked it shut. Just then, a heavy weight fell on the door.
It burst open, and Andreas rushed in. Against my will, I screamed and fell backward. He advanced with an iron pipe, and I scrambled to the side, trying to put as much space between us.
But I couldn’t get away, and the hard, biting metal edge of his rough-hewn pipe descended on my again and again, and I screamed as a burning pain ripped through my body.
Mrs. Donavan’s yells faded into the background as I lost consciousness.
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Juliana POV
I jerked upright, covered in sweat, and felt my head. It was intact. I touched my arm, to find that it was also intact.
I glanced at the digital alarm clock on my bedside table. Its blinking red numbers read 5:40am.
Taking a shuddering breath, I got up, knowing that after these dreams it took me hours to get back to bed. I felt calmer already, knowing that I was fine, and that Andreas was safely in prison somewhere far away.
Walking down the smooth spiral staircase of my spacious house, I drifted into the old kitchen, with its high ceilings and beautiful décor. I was careful not to be loud, mindful of Caitlin, who was sleeping upstairs.
Then I sighed, thinking of Caitlin as I craned my long neck to grab the instant coffee from the top shelf. What was I going to do with her?
Three weeks ago, I had received a clipped message from my mother, saying that Sally and her husband ran away and left their child, and my niece, behind.
What could I do but take the girl in?
She was fifteen, polite but distant. She had ignored all my attempts to close the gap between us, and now that she was starting summer vacation, she had to come with me to my office.
Ah well, I decided. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
I finished my steaming mug of coffee and debated whether to have bread as I stared at my green eyes on the side of the toaster. I decided not to and went upstairs again, took a long shower, and got dressed for work.
In front of the full-length mirror, I grimaced at the person in the mirror. She grimaced back, with her pale complexion devoid of makeup and drawn from the night of no sleep.
I twisted my waist length red brown hair into a ponytail, trying to look professional for work before going to wake Caitlin.
Later, I entered my office with Caitlin and picked up the newspaper, trying to get over my frustration over lack of response from her.
She was polite but distant, and preferred to be left alone.
I turned my attention to the newspapers and saw that nanotechnology was once again in the headlines. This time, the title screamed, “President says that government has situation under control. True or false?”
Every day, more people came to ask for life insurance and security from the lawyer a block down. People were being cloned, developing powers, some random and completely out of control.
Eight months ago, an unknown person in China had sent a bomb up into space, where it fell back towards earth before exploding and releasing nano particles into the atmosphere.
The uncontrolled particles were invisible, but when humans breathed them in, they affect our entire system, changing many people forever.
I groaned and rubbed my temples, sighing and thinking about the state of the world.
Caitlin looked at me, and then asked politely, ”Are you feeling well?” encouraged by this sign of willing conversation, I said, “Yea, I’m fine, just stressed.”
Caitlin looked down at her feet, her black hair falling over her face.
“Sorry. I am grateful for you bringing me in, it’s just that I had friends and a good lifestyle, and then my parents ruin it all by proving just what kind of scum they are!” She muttered.
I nodded sympathetically, but I was happy she was finally talking. That was about thirty-five more words then she had willingly said in the last three weeks. I smiled at her, and then stiffened.
Something was out of place today, but I couldn’t think what.
I looked around, suddenly noticing how quiet the building was.
I frowned, and then called down the hall, “Theresa?”
My new secretary didn’t answer.
I looked at Caitlin, and then said quietly, “No one is answering.” I stepped down the marble floored hall, curious.
Then I felt a sudden pain, as though someone had stuck a needle through my heart.
I heard Caitlin come up behind me. “Juliana? What’s wrong?” The world darkened and I feel to my knees.
The last thing I thought before surrendering to the darkness was, Damn it.
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