1 Chapter one – Run Fuck you all, Cat being the instigator. If you read this, just don't. It's cringe.

Silk looked up at his opponent, life was a cruel teacher and that was something he knew better than most. The crowd was roaring at them from around the colosseum. The stone structure around them was effectively Silk's prison, it held all the contestants and whittled them down. This place forced you to consent to changing if you wanted to win. He brandished his staff and looked up at the floating humanoid creature, he was once human but been changed so much those traits were only vaguely visible in the amalgamation of creatures in front of him. He had overdone it.

Silk looked at his hands, a lot had changed recently. The creature in front of him charged and Silk swung his staff with expert precision to counter.

James woke up groaning, slowly getting up with an effort. He staggered out of the room, not caring about who he woke with all the noise he was making. He took out the first cereal he got his hands on, not caring what it was. He felt something pulling on his leg, he looked down to see his little sister.

"What is it Emma," he said gruffly.

"Bowl," she replied wiping sleep from her eyes. James took a bowl from the high cupboards and set it down for Emma. They finished making their cereal in silence, this family wasn't a morning one. James put the milk back in the fridge and noticed a note on the fridge, it read,

"Going to London for audition, Dad."

He wondered why Dad still told them this, none of the family had seen him for weeks. He threw the door particularly hard when closing the fridge. He put his bowl on the dining room table and started eating. Emma came through a few seconds later and they ate in silence. He finished and so did Emma, she was a surprisingly quick eater, the game was afoot. He jumped from the chair and ran for the kitchen, Emma was close behind but James was faster, throwing his carefully chosen plastic bowl into the sink as he passed. He dived into his room, bursting through the door and scrambled for his school clothes. He ran out and to the singular bathroom, he tried to crash through the door but it was locked.

"Too, late," Emma's voice called.

"Damn." Emma's room was closer to the bathroom and kitchen so she had he advantage as she didn't have as much ground to cover. James lumbered back to his room, threw his clothes on his bed and switched on his computer, there was a quick loading screen and a character profile automatically flashed up onto the screen. The character was called Silk the Spider, his profession was a tailor, the character always looked awesome and his hunting ability was in the tier of the best of the best. James aimed to be a tailor when he was older, but until then he just played this game and used old material to practice sewing in real life.

There was a knocking on the door, "Are you awake, honey?" A tired voice called through the door.

"Yes, mum." James replied patiently. The constant routine was tenuous, but he put up with it. He heard her get a bowl from the top cupboard in the kitchen and set it down on the counter, she was very loud. James heard the bathroom door open so picked up his clothes and headed in with a bit more life in his steps now, it always took him a while to wake up. He went in and turned the shower on to warm up.

He had forgotten to put his tie on. He took out his contact lenses and with a steady hand put them on. James looked at his reflection, his brown hair was slightly too long and he wasn't completely happy with his facial features, but that was part of what made him unique. He strutted out of the bathroom with confidence, he saw the world as someone had to be confident or someone had to enjoy being in certain classes and it might as well be him. James walked into the living room to see a TV on but no image showing.

"The TV isn't working," Mum commented pointing out the obvious.

"Have you tried the radio?" He asked. Emma sat on the couch playing with her toys from the toybox.

"Good idea, you can try that while I get changed for work." James was unclear on what she did as her job changed all the time, always to help make ends meet though.

James took the radio off the shelf and put it onto the table. He plugged it into the socket behind him and tuned it to BBC radio one. There was nothing, he tried BBC two, still nothing. He tried radio three and there was a sound but not at BBC three's frequency. He backed it to where the sound came from, there was a voice.

"Run, if your listening, for god's sake run." It pleaded. James switched it off quickly.

"What was that?" Emma whimpered.

"Probably nothing," he said reassuringly. Contrary to his words he burst to his feet and went to his computer. He fired up his e-mail address book and scrawled down and sent an e-mail to all the people he knew lived in big cities. There were no replies within five minutes, this was unusual for his friend group, they were a tight group. James was alarmed that something may have happened.

His mum popped her head from the door, "Do you know where the brush is?" she asked.

"Shelf above the toilet," he replied. There was a ringing from his computer to signal that someone had replied to his e-mail. It contained one word, run. There was an image attached, it showed a human in his friend's apartment in Edinburgh. The human had horns protruding from his head and flames dancing in his hands. James switched it off quickly.

"Just a hoax," he said to himself. James switched the screen back on again and opened up chrome. He searched for horned men, it was not successful. James typed in London, there were travel sites and Wikipedia. Tapping his fingers anxiously against the wooden desk he typed in what he was most scared to, Demon. The top result was a music video of Imagine Dragons, he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, he scrawled down further to his horror to see videos warning of them. All the dates were yesterday night's he thought to himself.

James took out his phone and looked on messenger, all his friends from his time in Lindon had written a message with the same meaning, run and for god's sake don't look back. He could feel a chill run down his spine, multiple possible scenarios ran through his head on what could happen, all were bad.

"Is something wrong," Emma murmured uncomfortably from the doorway of the bedroom.

"No, but we need to go to my school." His reason for this was because in a siege situation the kitchen would be a strategic advantage that Emma's school didn't have.

"Why?" she asked confused.

James scrambled for an explanation. "Family fun Friday," he announced confidently.

"It's Monday," Emma replied rejecting that explanation.

James recovered quickly from Emma's observation. "Friday and Monday swapped places this week," he explained.

"That doesn't happen." Emma flat out destroyed the web of lies James was making.

"I know," James conceded. "However, that's not my problem; I can't believe the prime minister did it either. It makes no logical sense." He said pulling the tatters of an argument out of the wreckage his sister had put it through.

Emma stared down James with her green eyes (a peculiarity of the Sailor family, the only big one though) knowing he was lying through his teeth but couldn't think up a good argument to counter James' logic.

"Why are you staring daggers through your brother," Mum walked in.

"James is talking rubbish about a family fun Friday," she wailed dramatically at Mum.

Mum looked at James quizzically. "Haven't you heard about it," she gasped feigning surprise completely convincingly. "Get your bag ready, enough for a sleep over so sleeping bag and all."

"Okay," she gave in. Emma stormed off to indicate she knew we knew something we weren't sharing.

"Was that really the best explanation you could come up with?" Mum asked James.

"You know I'm bad with excuses." He replied. James then realised what this meant, his mum had come to this same conclusion, "so it's not just me, something weird is happening."

"Your Dad sent me a text outlining a strange phenomenon last night. The police had it contained, but they escaped. I looked it up and yes, something weird is happening."

"Why didn't you tell me?" James asked curious of why she would hide such information from her son.

"The same reason you didn't tell Emma. I was going to feed you some pretty and convincing lie." James flinched at this. "Pack your bag."

"No need," he reached into the wardrobe and took out a pre-packed bag. "For a situation just like this."

"Really," his mum said raising an eyebrow.

"No, the more realistic reason would be you abusing me." He stated frankly.

"I'm sorry I asked," she mumbled walking out. "You have five minutes to be in this car." She called after them when she left.

James picked up his bag and walked into Emma's room to see if she was ready, she wasn't. She had many unnecessary items thrown in her bag, but the essentials such as clothing were unable to fit inside.

"Come on Emma, only the essentials."

"We aren't coming back are we," she mumbled and stopped packing.

James sat on a clear space on her item covered bed. "No, probably not." James sighed, but then perked up a bit. "Remember this, we are family. These green eyes prove it, whatever happens we can find each other with these eyes, family should after all look after each other."

"Thanks," Emma started packing more sensibly. There was a car horn which they both recognised as Mum's."

"Plus, we have Mum. Nothing has gone wrong with her around." He beamed leaving the room.