Stormraven

He'd opened the random link that had been sent to him. There was a prelude to the strange piece and he was sure that they were playing with his sanity. However. As he read and re-read the letter that had been left on the DH website, he felt as though a lead weight had been dropped into his stomach.

"Stormraven's Plea:

OK, so just when I thought that going into high school without a friend in the world was hard, the Fates deemed it necessary to pile on more bull crap than I should have been able to handle. Karma's an invisi-bitch and everyone is an enemy in disguise. Praise be that any deity up there in the heavens will be saving me from my fate-worse-than-death experience...

Fine, I get the point.

I'm hardwired differently than my brethren. (Insert huge lmfao right there!)

I've completely confused you haven't I?

Right on, my mission has been accomplished! Not. I need help en mass to the point that I'm willing to beg for it. Any takers? No?

I'm so screwed. Gonna take a deep breath right now and pray that I don't get shot down by some high-and-mighty, royally ticked off God/ Goddess.

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I'm back. Physically, at least. Mentally, I'm not so sure. (Just joking!) Seriously, though, I'm in major need of assistance.

My name is Shiloh Stormraven. I'm a 17-year-old high school student with a passion for drama and painting. I have six (no, not a joke) older brothers and I just found out that I'm adopted. To top it all off we just moved to a new city in a new country with mid-term exams right around the corner.

Typical teenage melodrama, right? Wrong.

According to some tall, blond (not to mention incredibly hot) Adonis that found me the other day, I have two weeks to learn about some kick-ass powers that I'm about to 'inherit' or I'm a sitting duck during hunting season. So again I ask you: any takers on saving a life?

S.S. (May the wings of faith carry you home.)"

As he read the message that was more of a plea than anything else, he realized who – or rather what – the young girl had described. He double checked the I.P address and quirked a brow. Moving quickly, he opened the website and scanned the listed messages until he found the exact same letter that was send to his email. There was another one from two days ago that followed the first by a mere 16 hours.

"Please, someone, please help me... The pain started and I don't know what to do or where to go for help. This site seemed like a wicked idea at first, but now I'm not so sure... I need help... BADLY! Can anyone make the pain go away or am I to suffer in my own personal Hell for the rest of my accursed life?"

Wow, the girl had a serious way with words that could not be ignored. She wouldn't be ignored. Many of the others on the site were buzzing about how she'd figured anything out. Others were calling attention to the fact that it could be a hoax by the their less-than-likable enemies.

Suddenly, another message popped up from the same person. Another cry for help.

"This is Shiloh. If anyone at all has read my last post on here then you know that I need some serious help. Since three days ago, when I found this place by accident, I found out that my 'family' are not what they seem to be. They turn into ANIMALS – literately! Last night, one of my adoptive bro's tried to kill me. When I fought, the others turned on me too. So now I'm here with only the clothes on my back and the fifty bucks that I kept for emerge situations and my mini-laptop. Guess what? This is an emergency. I'm in over my head and drowning in stuff I don't understand. Please, anyone listening to my cries, help me understand what and why this is happening to me. All I ask for is guidance, after all, the best defense is also the best weapon: Knowledge. PLEASE! I'm alone in New Orleans with no where to go and all I want is someone to point me in the right direction."

The man grimaced slightly. Whoever this kid was they seemed to be in over their heads in more ways than one. Bringing up the chat window, he prayed that they were still online and typed in a quick message offering help. It wasn't long before they posted another message with a phone number and location name.

Not one to turn down a cry for help, he reached over, picked up his cell phone and dialed the number. A girl answered in a quiet, but panicked voice.

"Hello?"

"I'm looking for Shiloh." He replied simply. "My name is Acheron."