A/N: Heeeeeeey you guys. Heh.. I'm back. Finally. Been a lot going on in my life. I'm really sorry. But here I go with rewrites. I'm hoping I can really get back up and running on here like I keep wanting to do. Like I said, been a lot going on in life… But I'll try really hard. Writing makes me feel great so it's good to be back. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

My head throbbed and I couldn't feel anything. It was as if I was completely numb, all except for my head of course. I moved around a little and with each movement all of my feeling started to come back and soon enough my whole body ached. It was awful. I thought someone had picked me up and thrown me a wall repeatedly. Basically, I felt awesome. My delightful dose of pain was interrupted by a nervous, feminine voice. "Courtney? Courtney, can you hear me?" It asked.

'I hope she's okay.' Someone else said.

My eyes shot open and I saw a woman, a nurse, – no one else was there, as if I had just imagined the other voice – who appeared to be the age of 32 or 33. She had bleach blonde hair and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen in all of my 17 years of living. Not a wrinkle had ever touched her face. Her features were perfect. The only thing that could possibly make her feel self-conscience was the fact that she was ever so slightly heavy set.

"Courtney?" she asked again, cocking her head to the side as if to egg on a response from me.

'Come on, speak to me.' The other voice said. I still couldn't find the owner of the voice but decided to focus more on the matter at hand and find out what the hell was wrong with me.

"Yes?" I moaned. It hurt to speak. It hurt to do anything. I could barely blink. The nurse could tell the amount of pain that was inflicted on my body. She gave me a sympathetic, motherly look. She wanted to help, but we both knew she couldn't do much.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

'Most likely bad.' The voice said.

"Not bad." I replied, showing the faintest hint of a smile.

She put her hand on my arm and a whirl of pictures went flying through my head. I felt my eyes roll back into my head. I screamed at the intense pain. The pictures seemed random at first but then, as they went on, they came together as if they were a puzzle. It made my head hurt even more. I squirmed all around the bed, trying to make the extra pain stop.

Then it all stopped. My pain returned to being just the original pain.

'Uh-oh, what did I do?' There the voice was again! Where was it coming from?

"Get out of the way!" I screeched at the nurse, deciding it was better to ignore it and save her rather than dwell on the unknown. She seemed frightened but did so anyway.

'Okay…'

As if on cue, a flash went by me and then there was earsplitting bang in the wall next to me. I jumped even though I knew it was going to happen. A boy who appeared to be around my age wobbled off the wall. He was wearing jeans and a black short-sleeved tee shirt. He had dark black hair and radiant blue eyes.

"Ow! That hurt!" He bellowed. He rubbed the side of his head and then his arm to try to alleviate some of the pain.

'Why did I do that?' I was taken aback for a moment. That was a new voice. It wasn't the nurse. I wasn't mystery voice number one. It wasn't the idiot boy. It was a new voice. I looked around the room once more. Was this some kind of trick or just a really odd dream?

"Gee, I can't imagine why." I muttered sarcastically under my breath, answering him and, unintentionally, mystery voice number two. The boy looked at me in confusion. I returned the look.

"EXCUSE ME! BUT CAN I ASK WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" The nurse hollered at the boy at an earsplitting decibel. As if my head didn't already hurt enough. I just needed everyone to stop being so loud.

'Stupid little punk!'

"That was a little harsh." I said responding to the concealed voice, not caring any longer that it was in fact concealed. I figured it was better to confront it than continue to ignore it. I continued with, "I'm sure it was an accident."

"Excuse me?" The nurse turned to me. The boy looked at me as well, both with confused faces. Their confusion was mixed with fear and pity.

"Not you, I was speaking to whoever said 'Stupid little punk.'" I replied matter-of-factly. They must have thought I was crazy.

'Is she okay?' Both of the unknown voices asked in unison.

"YO, MARK! WHERE ARE YOU?" A livid voice shrieked from the hall.

"In room number H-8!" The boy I now knew as Mark replied.

There was a flash in the hallway and then another boy stood where the flash ended. The boy who seemed to be Mark's twin sauntered into the already cramped room. He had a green mohawk and even more radiant blue eyes. His face was pierced in various places. He had on jean shorts and a black tee shirt that had a skull on it. He gazed at me from head to toe with thoughtfulness.

'Hmm, someone new. It's been awhile.' Un-freaking-believable. There was another voice in here. I shot up further in the bed and scanned the room for traces of someone else, but I only found the nurse, Mark, and the other boy. What on earth was happening here?

The boy shook his head, as if he was in a daze, and walked toward Mark. "Dude! What the hell was that?" He screamed.

"… What do you mean?" Mark inquired innocently. It was evident, however, that he wasn't innocent and knew exactly what he'd done wrong.

"I DIDN'T MEAN RUN INTO THE WALL LITERALLY! I WAS GIVING AN EXAMPLE!" The boy continued; he then punched Mark in the arm. Mark spiraled to the ground dramatically, his hand brushing my leg as he fell.

I gasped and screamed as the pictures raced through my mind once again, making my head hurt even more, only this time it showed Mark and the other boy's conversation all up to the point where the boy had punched him in the arm. Why would I see any of that? Why would I even want to? My eyes finally flew open and everyone stared at me.

'What's up with her?' The third voice asked.

'I don't know, she said something about someone else saying something earlier, but I had no idea what she was talking about.' The second voice replied like it was having a conversation with the third voice.

"WHO IS SAYING THAT THAT!" I screeched to everyone. It was time for their babbling to end and for my questions to be answered. I was fired up now. I didn't care if they all thought I was crazy. I could hear those voices and they were going to tell me why and how whether they be real or a figment of my imagination. I would get my answers.

'Just like that.' The second voice said after a long silence.

'You don't think….' The third voice replied. Oh hell no. They were not going to talk obscurely like this. That sent me into over drive. Now I was the livid one.

"What's wrong dear?" The nurse asked.

'I need to get a doctor in here.' Ah, the first voice, I hadn't heard it in a while.

My head was going to explode. This was more stress and pain than I could handle. I could not stay in the dark for any longer. "Great idea! Go get a doctor, maybe he or she will know what's wrong with me!" I agreed with the first voice.

"How did you—"She started but then shook her head and said, "—never mind…." The nurse started to leave but then turned to face the twins, "You two, leave." She said sternly. Mark left but the other one stayed.

'So she has it too?' The third voice said. I was hoping that the invisible voices would have gone with the other two, but unfortunately not. "Has what?" I asked crisply, still attempting to get answers. Who even was this guy? Why was here?

"Has some kind of 'power'." The boy answered, "Duncan." He said answering the other question that I hadn't said aloud. He nodded in my direction. "You're the one we've been waiting for."

"What do you—"I started. I thought about what he had just said. "You know, you're not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition. You should work on that." He chuckled heartily. He almost fell to the floor because he was laughing so hard. I merely stared at him.

He wiped a couple tears from his eyes. "I tell you that you're the one we've been waiting for and you-" he stopped to laugh a bit more, "and you tell me that I'm not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition?" He got caught up in more laughter. I rolled my eyes. "Who says that?" he yelled through waves of chuckles.

"I'm still confused." I stated bluntly. This was going to be long day if he was going to the only person who would talk to me.

He chuckled once more before saying, "Right, right. Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough. Now, be a dear and rest that pretty, little head of yours. You look as though you could use some beauty sleep." He winked, thinking he was funny.

"Just explain one thing to me."

"What's that sweet cheeks?" Oh this guy was going to get old really fast.

"The voices. Where the hell are all of these voices?"

He gave me an understanding look. "You can read minds too." Too? "Yes too." I gave him a look and he understood once more. "So can I. Those voices were most likely the inside voices of the nurse, me, and Mark. It's something you'll have to deal with for the rest of your life."

Then it hit me. "Wait a minute… why didn't I have this thing when I was younger?"

"That happens sometimes."

"What?" I asked incredulously. That was ridiculous.

"Whatever happened to you must have awakened your powers. I guess it was your destiny to obtain your powers now rather than earlier." Destiny? What was next? Would I have to worship some god or goddess that they worship? He laughed. "We don't worship and gods or goddesses, cutie pie." I rolled my eyes at his many pet names for me. "Well, I suppose some people have their own beliefs, but for the most part, people here are atheists. It's a complicated belief system that you'll come to understand. You can believe whatever you like, though." My head started to hurt again. This was too much information for me right now. I shook my head signaling him to stop talking.

He laughed at me. "I know, it's a lot. But it seems you have another power too." My eyes went wide. Fabulous. Another 'power' to deal with. I sighed. "You have the ability to see both what will and what has already happened."

"So that's what those pictures were when they touched me…" I muttered to myself.

"Ah, so yours are triggered by touch?"

"There are others?"

"Of course. Just as there are multiples of us mind readers, other people can do that too. But to different extents." He spoke very matter-of-factly.

I thought for a moment, contemplating whether I should ask him more or not. For all I knew, this could all be some sort of hoax he decided to come up with in order to mess with my mind. "Do you have more powers too?" I asked quietly.

He smirked at me. "I have super speed."

'How original.' I thought to myself while rolling my eyes.

He scoffed, "It may be unoriginal, but it can really come in handy. I also have mega, ultra, awesome super strength."

"Is that so?" I retorted. I remembered back to when Mark had taken that dramatic fall on account of Duncan punching him in the arm. That would explain things. I thought maybe he was just a pansy or one really into theatrics. Remembering Mark made me remember that brief conversation between him and Duncan. "Can Mark read minds too?"

Duncan gave me a nod of approval since I was beginning to catch onto things. "Only mine. Because we're twins, with have this sort of…" he stumbled over his words, not sure what to say next, "bond." I mouthed 'ah' as a sign of my understanding. I nodded. And then nodded again. I didn't stop nodding, actually. Duncan laughed. "How about no more questions for now, hot lips?" I stopped nodding long enough to glare at him.

After glaring, I thought to myself for a bit. He sat down gently on the bed next to. He was careful not to touch me, for fear that he might set off more of those painful visions. He looked at me gingerly and smiled as though he was looking at an old friend. I avoided his gaze and continued to think. I noticed his fists clench.

"I suppose you haven't been awake long enough to find out about why you're here, eh?" He didn't look at me anymore, but rather the ground. I shook my head in response and he said no more.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke again. "Well I don't-" Duncan was cut off by a rather loud and unnecessary interruption.

"Hello Courtney! I'm Chris! Welcome home!"

A/N: All right, so yeah I changed some things. Hope it's still appealing to you guys. I don't think you can review more than once per chapter right? I don't remember. But I would love input from anyone. Maybe send in an anonymous review. I would really appreciate it. Thanks for reading.