The house was dusty and damp but it's what he called home. Mom and dad would be back soon as they promised and he would be happy with the attention. He lay on his stomach drawing every little thing he thought about. Even with the feeling of dread filling his stomach he kept his hopes up.

He front door slid open with the all too familiar voice of his father, "come here" and he obeyed with obedience. He looked into his fathers cold eyes, "where's mom...?"

"Mom left us... and it's all thanks to a group of people who are out to hurt us..." his eyes widened with fear, "hurt us? Why?"
"Because... there are bad people out there... so I need you to promise me something. Help me get them and you'll be allowed out just as much as us. It will be safe once their gone... you will be safe."

"Yes dad..."

"Good...."

"Pallete"