An Anthro's Tale-Chapter 6-The Hunted
#6 of An Anthro's Tale
14 year old Seth Allen is trying to keep his head down long enough to survive high school,he has an insane crush on a girl way out of his leauge and he loves cars and loves to work on them. He has his own company,Draconian Customs,their slogan is:"If you can dream it,we can build it." Seth and his friends have the lofty dream of seeing one of their cars on the 128 Miles of Road America. And it looks like that dream may come true when four men from Delton Motorsports commission them for a Pontiac GTO Hardtop for the 128 mile endurance race. Seth,however,is hiding a secret.
The note was going all over the school,"Family meeting will be held in the Library in twenty minutes,attendance mandatory,dress casually." The students who had received the note were gathered around the large,circular table. The room was actually just behind the Library,and only a few,besides the students,knew it's location. The room was dimly lit,the dark red carpet that covered the room made it seem like a moive theater or and auditorium. The large,double doors opened and a man dressed in a jet black suit with a red tie walked in. He stood at six feet even,with black hair and an even blacker expression,his inhuman sliver eyes glowed in the dimness of the room. All of the students instantly stood,as straight as they could,as if they feared this man. These were not normal students either,all were Anthro Dragons. They were of varying colors and heights,some were brown,others were a combination of green and blue,and others were solid sliver,one of the more rare colors. "You may sit",the well dressed man said as he sat at the end of the table. The well dressed man then turned to another man who was wearing a midnight bue suit,signaling that he was of the highest authority, "Have you found the last three?" he asked the man in black,his voice was thick and corase,like the sound of car tires over broken glass. "I have located one",the man dressed in black said throwing a small folder onto the table. "His name is Seth Allen,he is fourteen and he lives in Winnoa Mississippi with his mother,Sarah Allen,father John Allen,brothers James and Will Allen and sister Taylor Allen." "He attends Winnoa Christian Academy and he has a well known car design company by the name of Draconian Customs." "Does he have any accomplices?" The man dressed in blue asked studding the folder. "DJ Hayes,Tristan Lee Hungate,Jack Nolan Ramos and Josh Prez Parker." "Do they know?" "It would seem so sir,The man in black said. "Then we will have to remove them from the equation." "Now,have you found the final two?" "Not yet,but I believe that i'm close,and that they still don't know that were hunting them." "You BELIEVE your close?",the man in blue snapped. "There two children out of six billion people,finding them is like finding a lost needle in the Pacific Ocean." "Is that what you want me to tell the broad?" "Remind the broad",The man dressed in black said,"that I've already found seventeen of the twenty children." "We have spiders crawling the web and an entire team of investigators scanning global records for their whereabouts." "It's only a matter of time before we find them,or they step into one of our traps." The man dressed in blue huffed,not buying his colleague's statements. "Time is not on our side,Mr Jace,they are already too old,you know how difficult they are to work at this age,need I remind you of subjects Twelve and Fourteen?" Jace looked down at his left arm,and a frown crossed his face. "No sir,Jace replied,"I am aware of my mistake and I have payed the price for it." "I have my ways though,and if they don't turn,we always have the cells." The other Anthro's at the table shivered at the mention of the cells. There was a long pause. "Yes",the man dressed in blue said,"we always have the cells."