The Chosen Ten

The Chosen Ten

Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy



Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy



Cristal, Hazel, Ben, Rose, White Fang, Dark Shadow. All of them, completely different but, have one thing in common, both of their parents were kidnapped. the rest of the world thinks that they are dead but, their children know better. Who took them, why, and what are these kids mysterious powers?
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Cristal, Hazel, Ben, Rose, White Fang, Dark Shadow. All of them, completely different but, have one thing in common, both of their parents were kidnapped. the rest of the world thinks that they are dead but, their children know better. Who took them, why, and what are these kids mysterious powers?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Kidnapped

Author Chapter Note

Hope you guys like it. Comment if you think I should change anything. I really think it's horrible. Please tell me what you think. If you don't understand something in this book, please private message me and, I will explain it to you.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 27, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 27, 2017



It’s been two years since my parents “died”. The reason they died is unknown but, they didn't show their bodies at the funeral. I don't believe they actually died, I think they disappeared or, were taken. Them being taken makes more sense. My name is Cristal Lynn Palatino. I am nineteen years old. After my parents “died” seven other peoples parents died. Hazel’s parent being one of them. All of the parents weren't older than forty years old and the cause of death was unknown. This leads me to believe that they didn't really die. I think that they are like my parents. 

However our story doesn't start there, our story starts two years ago on my seventeenth birthday. I was sleeping in my bed when I heard a loud bang, almost like a gun shot. I got out of bed and went to my parents room. I saw them laying in bed and checked their pulses to make sure they were alive. They were fine but, I was too scared to go back into my room so I laid down on the floor of their bedroom and fell asleep. When I woke up, I noticed my parents bed was empty so I figured that they were awake and had gone to work already. I checked the drive way and both of their cars were gone; this was weird because my parents usually took the same car to work. Maybe dad woke up lateI thought. 

I went back into my room and got ready for school. I wore my biggest black v-neck shirt and my favorite pair of skinny jeans. I put up my straight blonde hair with neon green stripes up in a pony tail and did my make up. I then put on my favorite pair of black wedges and looked in the mirror on last time. I left the house and got in my black truck and went to pick up my Best Friend Hazel Rose Valintine. She loves the color turquoise and she loves the thought of Paris. We’re like sisters but she likes everything bright and positive while I am the complete opposite. I love the color black and love anything that has to do with the dark, or with anime, or fan fiction. I also love reading. 

I stopped at Hazel’s house and stopped in the driveway. I got out and walked inside. I didn't knock because her parents aren't up this early, Neither is Hazel, so I have to wake her up, Lucky for her, I am to tired to try anything fun. Also, if her parents wake up, she will be grounded and I will be “banned” from her house. Her parents think it works but, i just sneak into her room from the window. Luckily, her parents sleep on the second floor and she sleeps on the first floor so, we can still be a little loud. I walk into her room and close the door just in case. I pick out her clothes for the day then go into her bathroom. I got the bucket that was under the leak in her bathroom closest to the shower which is in the back, right corner of her bathroom. Right now its winter, so the water is extremely cold. I walked back over to her bed. I see the lump in the turquoise comforter and try lifting the heavy bucket but, it wont work. I set the bucket down and take off my jacket. I try lifting the bucket again but, all of a sudden, it seems lighter. I easily lift up the bucket of freezing cold water and splash it on Hazel.

She falls off her bed and starts shivering uncontrollably. I cant stop my self from laughing. Pretty soon both me and Hazel are on the floor but i'm laughing and Hazel is trying to calm down. I laugh even harder at her face. She looks like a fish out of water, gasping for air, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly. Once I finally stop laughing, I stand up.

“I… Hate… You” She says to me, taking in deep breaths after each word.

“Love you too. Now get up, it’s time to get ready for school. Don’t be too loud, your parents are still asleep, as well as your brother.” I say, yawning at the end of my sentence. I look over to see that she hasn't even moved from her spot. “If you hurry up,” I continue “We might be able to stop by ‘The Café’ for a little while.” This gets her up and moving faster than i’ve ever seen her move. Perhaps it’s because she has a crush on the new boy who works there. I think his name is Cassius. He’s tall with brown hair and tan skin. He goes to our school but, he's a grade ahead of us, he’s in his sophomore year. That’s why Hazel loves to come in the morning so much, because we don't really get to see people who are younger or older than us that much during school hours. 

“I’m up!” she yells running into the bathroom to do her make-up. She always does very light make-up. Always the complete opposite of me. I wear dark eyeliner and dark shades of eyeshadow. I also wear very dark shades of red and purple or even sometimes black lipstick or lipgloss while she wears a sparkly transparent  lipgloss and VERY rarely, red. One thing we have in common is our hate for the color pink and our interest in the youtube channel Jacksepticeye. That’s how we met actually but, thats a story for another time. She rushed out of the bathroom, slipping on her favorite pair of turquoise wedges then looks in the mirror. As always, she looks beautiful. She's wearing a turquoise shirt that goes about three-quarters of the way down her thigh. She’s also wearing the exact same shirt as me but, in a smaller size. We have almost complete opposite fashion senses. She wears clothes that are tight and, for lack of a better word, girly. I wear bigger sized clothes. She's also wearing leggings under her skirt and, Of course, a headband. 

I go into her bathroom and took out my pony tail. I let it fall down to my shoulders. I need to get it trimmed soon. I thought, grabbing all of my hair and putting  it up in a high ponytail. 

“Alright, lets go.” I said to Hazel. She nodded and I led the way to the truck. She climbed up, if she wasn't wearing her wedges she wouldn't be able to get in. I drove to Starbucks slowly, wanting to see Hazel run out of the car and run into ‘The Café’ just to see Cassius. She’s so amusing. Once I get there, I take my time, grabbing my wallet, unbuckling my seatbelt, and unlocking the door, all while watching her bounce in the passenger seat of my truck. The second I unlock the doors, she’s gone. I chuckle, stepping out of my truck. The sad thing is that it’s VERY obvious that he likes her too. Hazel is very shy around anyone but me and two other people who I would rather not mention right now. 

I walk in to see Hazel and Cassius talking and laughing and I decide to sit down and see how long it takes them to notice me. I set the timer like I do every morning and wait, I noticed the time was getting longer and longer. I’m going to have to start waking up earlier if she keeps taking so long to talk to him. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Hazel walking over to me. She tapped me on the shoulder and stopped my timer. I looked down and my eyes widened.

“Twenty Minutes?!” I yell looking at Hazel. She just smiles and nods, handing me a piece of paper. I open it to find a series of numbers. Seven to be exact. I looked up at her, shocked “You got his number?” I whisper, trying not to draw so much attention to us. She nods and I smile. 

“I was getting our drinks,” I look up, and just now did I realize that my normal order, extra-large Vanilla Bean Frappuccino “ and he handed me this paper and told me to text him if I ever wanted to talk about anything.”
I raised my eyebrow at this. “Did you tell him about your parents?” I asked her, suddenly getting very upset. I don’t know. I was just wondering when she decided to tell other people. She hates her parents. They always take her brothers side. They spoil him and ignore her. I guess I thought I was the only one she would tell. She should  “When did you decide to tell him?” I ask.

“He brought up his parents, talking about how they grounded him for the stupidest reason. I told him at least his parents pay attention to him and care about him.” She shrugs as if it’s nothing.

“So you told him after barely knowing anything about him?!” I yell, my anger rising. “It took you three years to tell me! THREE YEARS! You’ve known him four months!”

“Calm down, please” she pleaded, looking sad.

“If he’s so special, get a ride from him,” I say grabbing my wallet and putting down the three dollars and seventy-four cents that my drink cost, I grabbed my keys and my phone, I walked out the door but, not before turning back and saying “I thought I was your best friend. I guess not” With that, I walked out of the small Cafe.

I got in my truck and put everything. I waited for five minutes before driving. I didn't want to get in a crash because I was angry. I knew I was being over dramatic but for some reason I hadn't been able to stop. I drove off after buckling my seatbelt, leaving Hazel behind. I got to school and stopped by my locker where some of my other friends and a couple other people were waiting for Hazel and I.

“Hey! Where’s Hazel?” asked Axel, one of Hazel’s friends asked.

“We got into a fight…” I reply uncertainly, wondering why he’s so concerned about her. I know their friends but, he’s always seemed extremely attached to her

“About what?!” He asks getting worried

I ignore him and push past him. I put in my locker combination. I open my locker and take out my books and folders for my first four classes: Advanced Band(Even though it’s my first year in high school), Math, History, and some weird class my parents signed me up for called How The Brain Works. Side Note: Did you know that humans can actually have powers such as Telepathy, Telekinesis, and others because we only use ten percent of our brains normally. I’m the top in my class. I’m actually supposed to be one grade up but I wanted to stay with Hazel.

“ABOUT WHAT??!!!” Axel yells, tapping my shoulder. 

“NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” I yell back. “ Why are you so worried about her! Back off!” With that, I slam my locker shut, after putting all of my books in my bag, and walk away. On my way to band I notice Cassius’ car pull up and Hazel steps out, tears stains on her cheeks. I felt bad but, I wasn't going to apologize to her. Not until I calmed down. I turned my head back to the hallway in front of me. I kept walking to the band room even when I heard Hazel call my name. I knew that once I got into the band room she couldn't follow me in. One of the rules in our school is that you can’t go into a class room if you don't have that class for the day. You can only go into classes that you need to be in. I walked into band and ran over to the Alto Saxophone Section. That’s when I realized that I forgot my instrument in my car. 

“I need to go get my instrument from my car, can I please go get it?” I asked the teacher, hoping she was in a good mood today.

“Sure, just hurry, you have a solo in your new sheet music.” She replied looking annoyed.

I ran to my car, searching for my keys in my back pockets, finding them in my right back pocket. I ran over to my truck and unlocked it. I remembered that I left my instrument in the backseat last night. I quickly opened the back door and grabbed my instrument. I almost dropped it because I was in such a rush. I ran back through the hallways, rushing back to the band classroom. I rushed in and everyone was already playing. I quickly walked to the Saxophone section. I sat down and put my instrument together; I put on the neck of the instrument, I made sure my reed was in just the right place, I put on the neck strap and adjusted it. Once I was done, I looked up at my stand and saw my Solo. It was so easy. I don’t want that to sounds stuck up but, I am the best Alto Saxophone in band. I didn't say that, my band teacher said it at the last concert. She always introduces us by our names we walk onto stage. She said that I was the best Alto Saxophone ever, even if it was only my first year in high school. I’m a quick learner. I quickly looked through my solo. When it came time for my solo, I closed my eyes and just let go. For just a second, I forgot about Hazel, and my parents, and my past, and relaxed. Music is the only thing that can make everything better, music is my escape from everything in this world. I love it.. When i'm having a bad day, I go home and blast my music. Once I'm done, I open my eyes and everyone was looking at me. I had a photographic memory so I had already memorized my solo. Everyone was wide eyed and had completely stopped playing. Even the teacher looked shocked. 

I didn't know what to say so I just looked down at my hands. 

“Crystal?” The teacher said, catching my attention “How did you already memorize your solo?”

“I have always been able to memorize anything, Why?” I replied skeptically.

“That solo was ten minutes long!” Everyone else yelled at the same time.

“What?” I questioned, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Everyone was staring at me. Thankfully, the office aide walked in and asked the teacher if she could take one of her students. Suddenly, she looked at me and told me to go into the hall. I was really scared because I was never in trouble in school. Once we were in the hall way, the office aide looked at me in pity. She stopped and turned towards me. 

“I cant believe they're making me tell you this.” She started raising my suspicions “but, your parents, they're dead…” she trailed off. She continued talking but I was done listening. suddenly, everything went crazy. The air started blowing very fast.  everything started going crazy and started flying everywhere. Tears were running down my face as I looked around, shocked. All of a sudden, I felt very warm. I then noticed that there were seven other people in the hallway, just watching. No-one else had come out to see what was happening. I looked down and saw fire all around me, along with another substance that looked like Strychnine. A poison I accidentally drank when I was little and was lucky to have lived. Normally, Ten to twenty minutes after exposure, the body's muscles begin to spasm, starting with the head and neck in the form of . The spasms then spread to every muscle in the body, with nearly continuous convulsions, and get worse at the slightest stimulus. The convulsions progress, increasing in intensity and frequency until the backbone arches continually. Convulsions lead to hyperthermia and postictaldepression. Death comes from asphyxiation caused by paralysis of the neural pathways that control breathing, or by exhaustion from the convulsions. The subject dies within 2–3 hours after exposure. Not in this case. Actually, nothing happened, I was fine. I didn't know why we had Strychnine in the house. I pushed the girl away and noticed that she stopped moving and all of a sudden I heard a heart beat, this heart beat, however, was very slow. I freaked out and ran out of the school. I had to figure out what was happening to me. On my way out I saw a group of men standing there. The one standing in the middle looked the most important. He looked like a dictator. I started to feel Nauseous. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was “It’s started.”


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