It was June 12, 2005. The day it happened, the day everything changed. Jake Richardson was enjoying a cool afternoon lying down in his yard, soaking in the warmth of the Sun as it shone down from the blue heavens, a cool breeze rustling through the leaves in the trees around him, enjoying the freedom that comes with Summer. He stared at the shifting sky, pondering the recent days since the end of the dreaded school. I'm glad that's over, he thought as a yawn came over him, his eyelids closing up, shutting out the world. He felt his consciousness slip away, leaving him to dream in peaceful sleep. Back in the real world, a knock sounded at the front of the house, and 2 men and a woman, cloaked in blue hoods, approached the door.The men and woman in blue hoods moved towards the house, signaling to each other, none said a word. Once they were at the door, one of the men reached out his hand to knock the door, rapping the wood twice.

When no one answered, he became agitated, and proceeded to bang the door loudly, causing a commotion that drew attention all along the neighborhood. Noticing the stares from the residents if the houses around them, the other man signaled to the woman. She began muttering under her breath, contorting her hands into a strange Z-like shape.
As she continued to chant the same, archaic phrase repeatedly, some neighbors noticed that a large patch of lawn on the other side of the neighborhood had started smoking. Suddenly, it was lit with fire, the flames dancing and reaching for the sky. The color of the flames changed repeatedly, first red, then green, then blue. Finally, it flared up in a burst of white flame, snowy-white sparks raining down.
Then, with a flick of the woman's wrist, the Z of her hands flipped and the flames went out with a hiss, the grass was not harmed, still growing and green. The onlookers stared at the grass until they could stare no more, and the turned away, wondering at the strange sight. When at last they remembered the blue-hooded strangers, and twisted to look at the doorway in which they had stood, they were no where to be found, as if nothing had ever happened.
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As they moved into the house, the hooded visitors stepped quietly, as not to make a sound. They crept through the narrow hallways. Past the white rooms adorned with furniture yet filled with space. Through the warm, cozy rooms with couches worn down with use and carpets well traveled by many feet.
As they approach the large windows overlooking the lush, green backyard, they turned their searching eyes over the lawn, they saw the reason their knocks and bangs had gone unanswered. The boy, the one they had come for, was lounging in the grass, asleep. They swung open the door to the yard without a noise, and exited the house to claim what they had been waiting for. As he was dozing, they quietly made their way towards him, and gathered around his limp body. As one, they removed their hoods, signaling to each other.
The tallest of them was a man in his late 20's with blonde hair that reached for his eyes. His stance was slightly stooped as if he was bent over a desk for hours each day. The other man was slightly smaller, with clean-cut brownish hair and bright blue-green eyes like the sea. He was fit and athletic and seemed quite comfortable with his life, whereas the blonde was lean and seemed like he wanted to run away from the world. The woman was the shortest, and it seemed, the youngest, with dark brown eyes and hair to match. Again as one, they stepped forward, towards the helpless body of the boy. They grabbed his arms and legs and hauled him up above the grass.
Awkwardly they hobbled in a crab-like movement towards the house, inching sideways under the weight of the child. The blonde tried to kick the door back open, but only managed a weak flail in the general direction, weakened from disuse. The brown haired man set down his arm and stepped forward to push open the door, when a groan sounded from behind him. He turned around and watched in horror as the young man's eyes flickered open and took in the scene around him. When he finally took in that this was no dream, that it was actually happening, he stared around at his captors in utter disbelief, then began to move to react. Blonde and the girl quickly sprang to hold him down.
"Chadj, we can't let him know. We can't reveal it to him until we are at a secure location", urged Blonde, tension in his voice.
"Alright", he replied, turning towards the girl, "Khamos, you know what to do."
She nodded tersely, and twisted her hands into yet another strange and knotted shape. The boy instantly slumped to the ground like a marionette whose strings have been cut. Chadj returned to the group and they lifted the limp body and hobbled back to the front of the house, walking back through the rooms not so quietly as before. When they reached the door leading to the outside, Chadj again stepped forward, this time without incident, and the strange group proceeded out to the lawn and stooped to set the boy down. They stood up as one and donned their hoods. Khamos reached down and took the boys hand and as one this time, they twisted their hands and vanished without a sound, their footsteps in the grass the only trace they had existed.
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Jake woke in a bare room, lying in a rough cot with a tube in his arm pumping liquids into his blood. The sight of the tube and the feel of the vivacious fluid running through his arm was too much and he started to feel ill. Suppressing the sickly feeling, he forced himself to look around his confinement. It could be described as plain, for that was what it was. The walls were painted orange on one side and a light green on the other, and a corresponding banner hung on them. On the far wall, a blue coat of paint shone bright, the same tone as his captors' cloaks.
On that wall a door stood tall and sturdy, and as he watched, the door opened and his captors walked in, though this time they did not wear the blue cloaks like before, but simple blue shirts and jeans. To Jake, this made them seem not as frightening, like they were normal people that could be walking down the street to a bookshop right now. But right now I knew better, these people had taken him here, had knocked him out and locked him in this room. Or was it locked? That was an experiment for later, right now he would see what they wanted.
The blue men moved through the door to the orange side of the room and leaned against the wall. The blonde seemed lean and menacing alongside Chadj, who was at ease and leaning comfortable on the orange surface. The woman, Khamos, turned towards the other half of the room and continued to stand at the green wall. All eyes turned towards me, searching, inspecting. I squirmed under their attentive gaze. The only eyes he was comfortable with was Chadj's, but even these were searching and probing as they bored into Jake's.
"W-what do you want?", he stammered, and silently berated himself for seeming weak in front of them.
"What do you want?", Jake repeated, trying to seem more in control of himself.
"We want you to choose", said the blonde.

The 3 asterisk parts aresupposedto be more spread out and in the middle

You'll see...

Well. The blonde isn't mean or menacing or anything. He will turn out to be very welcoming and kind