Sparked

Prologue: Names

 I don't have a name.

I never really needed one . There was never any one to use it. Except maybe my sister. But we all ways know who are talking to and the Labcoats would never use it. Thay only called me by my number. 

My number. 

Subject # 369-project fuse.

My sister has a number to. Subject #370-project fuse.

I wish thay never called our numbers. It all ways means pain and suffering. And pain. So much pain. We have seen more than one Project die because there number was called.

I shivered coldly and pulled my self closer to my sister. She was curled up In a ball , back pressed agenced the bars of the cage. My back pressed agenced her back. Her eye closed tight. It was always this way. Always was.

We where in a large whare house. It was cold and dark and drafty. The room was full of dog crates. Two wide, three tall and who knows how long. All where full. I was in a top corner crate at the end of a row. My sister was in the crate next to me.

In the crate to my other side was a boy. He was looked about my age which is to say I don't  actually know.  He had black hair  and pale skin. He had weird eyes that where a dark almost black blue. I could tell because he was staring at me and his wings where a midnight black.

Yes he had wings. We all did so it wasn't that much of a surprise. At least the four of us did. That is me my sister, me, the blue eyed boy and the light haired, pale green eyed, sandy brown winged boy across me.

I wasn't much to look at guess but I only know what I look like because my sister and I switch faces each morning to see how we look. I have red hair so dark it almost black and eyes that are cat green. Usually. You see my eyes change colour according to my mood. Red if i am angry, black if i am scared, yellow if I am sad, blue if I am happy, green if I am calm and the darker the shade than the stronger the emotions. My skin is a light bronze colour and my wings range from ash gray to ivory. 

My sister, even though we were twins, looked almost nothing alike. Her hair was  a reddish brown instead of black, her wings where more of a burgundy colour and her skin was alabaster 

The only way you could tell we where sisters was when you looked at our eyes. Same cat green.  Only hers are ringed with hazel and flecked with orange and gold.

"Hello"

I wiped around so fast I got whiplash. My sister snapped her eyes open and shot up and the sandy haired kid was starring open mouthed at the blue eyed kid.

"What?"he asked "did I do something wrong?" 

"No" my sister replied "it's just we don't ever talk much here"

"And with good reason " I hiss sharply 

"Shhh! Thay might hear you" whispered the sandy haired boy glancing around nervously 

"Sorry " said the blue eyed boy " I just wanted to know your names so we could talk to each other some times" We all looked at him baffled. 

"What"  he asked "Do you want me to call you by your numbers ?"

"NO" I yelp . " we'll come up with names" said the sandy haired boy " but first tell us your name" my sister tells him.

"fair enogh" the blue eyed boy said " my  name is james"

"James" i say letting it roll of my toung.

james turns to the cage next to him. "whats your name going to be?"  he ask.  after a moment the sandy haired boy  says grinning " call me Zac "

now it was my sisters turn. after she thought about it for a second she declared " i like ember. call me ember" .

"like your eyes "  I smile at her. she grins back.

now it my turn. what will i call my self? i relise that i'm wrong, that i do need a name and that other people will use it. names tell peopel who you are. thay are what distingush you from every other person. fingering one of my wings i glance down. thats it. i thoght grinning " ash" i said "call me ash. my name is ash"

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