A Collection Of Feathers

"you know, people say that life can chagne in the blink of an eye...i learned that the hard way.."
seth redder is an ordinary boy, he has friends, a girlfriend, and a monster kitten called spike. at least until he started having the nightmares about his dad..

Mark redder, sent to iraq on a strictly need to know mission, little did he know it would cost him everything he held dear to his heart

with a bond formed and an unusual experiment, seth and his father are now connected through more than just flesh and blood.
can seth uncover the truth under all the lies, or will he fall in the face of advisery...hurry seth..your time is almost up.


12. Scarlet

I closed my eyes, allowing Luce to enter my mind, her thoughts gently pushing at mine. It was like i was in a whirlpool, surrounded by thoughts and feelings. I couldnt say anything, only gawp at how much this child had been through, it was astonishing, yet filled me with anguish. "What happened to you..?" I asked. I felt Luce's hand in mine.

"I can show you if you're ready." I tightened my grip on her delicate little hand.

"Yes." I said, slowly,"show me everything." I seriously wish i had said no.


I woke up with Scarlet all but buried in my neck, breathing softly. I smiled down at my other half. Few people knew about Scarlets past. I am one of those few. Frankly, I'm still wondering whether I wanted to know. When she was about seven or so her life had been fairly normal. She had a Mom, a Dad, went to school. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until, of course, her Dad started gambling. It was harmless at first, poker games with friends. But he just kept betting. Getting into games with the wrong kind of people. Getting into unknown amounts of debt, and the guys he owed, didnt like it when their 'clients' dont pay.

So they started threatening him. Telling him to cough up the money or else, that kind of thing. Death threats, on him and his family. But he refused to get help. That was his biggest mistake. So one night, they took his wife, and Scarlet.

Mr. Medley went to the cops, who reported it to the FBI. But by the time that had happened the'd already started cutting. Scarlet still had the scar across her stomach. Her dad tried to take matters into his own hands. But failed, paying the ultimate price. He was shot down before he even made it past the doorway. The FBI apprehended the kidnappers and put them away.

But nothing they could do would ever get rid of that scar on her life. I first met Scarlet when she was seven. I was a month older than she was. We were in all the same classes, had the same interests, and stuck to eachother like glue at school. So in eigth grade we finally got together, and every second has been paradise. Even the messed up bits like now. She stuck with me. For that, I was eternally grateful. So long as i had her, i would be okay. That much i knew for sure. No matter what, she would stick with me.

She stirred beneath me,"Morning," she breathed. I smiled.

"Morning" i replied kissing her forehead. "We better get moving. Get a shower, you smell," I grinned at her. She flicked me. "You can't talk, your worse" She stood up, stretching, her scarred stomach just visible in the morning light.

I stood next to her and kissed her. Quickly. "We have about an hour to pack, hurry," I said grabbing a rucksack, sutffing it with whatever i thought would be useful; a notebook, a pen, deoderant, my ipod, my phone.

"I'll go get washed." She said, I nodded. I just hope we could get to Paris in time to..do whatever it was i needed to do.

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