"There's so much I had to say I know the words I left behind
And now I'm caught in a daydream with nowhere to run and hide
The world rushes by me, it's leaving me here all alone"

~Alanis Morisette Rain

Chapter 1: Running

"Hey, what do you kids think you're doing?!" Came a loud shout towards the two kids. "What are you doing out here at this time?" The police officer shined his flashlight towards the kids with accusational look. Within out hesitation, they quickly jumped out of the box car in before he could even see their faces. Without glancing back towards the officer, the three locked eyes.

"Run!" One of them shouted, his voice deep and masculine. He grabbed ahold of a smaller figure, the two jumping off in a hurry and running into the meadow. They couldn't get caught, they had to keep running. They kept running further into the meadow as the police officers voice slowly got drowned out. The green grass was dry and slowly turning a yellow hue and smacked up against their bodies roughly as they ran. They ran until there wasn't any noise but the tired panting coming from their own bodies. The two were hiding behind a sorry excuse for a tree, holding onto one another tightly, ready to attack if necessary.

"Do you think he's gone?" The boy whispered towards the eldest, loosening his grip on the smaller figure. She looked around the corner, seeing nothing but darkness.

"I think so," She sighed, pushing back her long, auburn hued locks. "That was a little too close for my likings. Shaun, did you grab the bags?" She asked, standing up to stretch out her legs. He pulled out two large duffel bags from behind him.

"Of course I did. This isn't my first rodeo you know," He winked, setting them down so they could sleep on them before the next train. Kris let out a aggravated sigh, pushing back her long hair in the humid air. The dessert air was chillier than she had thought it would be.

"I can go gather some twigs for a fire," The boy offered, shivering in the cold desert air.

Kris nodded. She was the oldest. If only by a few minutes from her twin brother though. But the oldest none the less. She had a mix of her fathers brown hair and her mothers blonde hair. It had turned into a mix of auburn colored hair with strands of blonde in it. She was rather fond of her hair to be honest. She got her fathers bright green eyes and her mothers small button nose. She was rather feisty but a leader nonetheless.

Shaun had a feminine face to be rather honest. It was was kind of obvious to see the two were twins. They both had wacky personalities and the same dark, creamy skin. They got the creamy hue from a mix of their fathers latin blood and their white mother. He got their mother's blue eyes unlike her. He had a cute nose, and round cheeks as well. They were a rather attractive family, if only to improve their rate of survival.

"That would be nice," Kris smiled kindly at her brother, looking through her bag for something to eat. Just as she pulled out a bag of beef jerky he was back with their bundle of twigs.

"Now how about a little fire?" She grinned, her eyes twinkling as electricity bounced between her fingers.

Things weren't always like this for them. They had been a normal family once. What seemed like ages ago. Or, as normal as a family appears. They lived in a nice suburban home, Kris and Shaun's dad had died before they were born, leaving their mother to raise twins by herself. If it wasn't for their step father, who knows what would have become of them? He was a kind man, at first at least. But as the years dragged on they became more aware of their situation at home, they realized he wasn't that kind at all. In fact, some might say he was a cruel, manipulative, bastard. But hey, that's just others talking right?

"Why don't you go to sleep for now? Who knows how long we'll be running," Kris sighed, looking at her watch. "We have two hours till the next train. Just sleep," her brother rolled his eyes at her controlling behavior.

"What ever you say Ms. Leader," He chuckled, slumping up against a tree and allowing his eyes to droop closed. Kris let out a tired sigh, looking up a the Texas sky and wondering exactly when everything went up in flames.

"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT," Came the childrens loud chanting. They were outside of the school, surrounding two of the teens.

"I told you that I don't want to fight," Kris growled out, setting a hand on her hip at the older man. She really wasn't in a good mood today. Odd things had been happening to her for the past few days. During chemistry she touched a battery and it exploded. How does that even happen anyways? And just an hour ago she went into the supply closet and as soon as her hand touched the light switch, the lights began to flicker inconsistently. Now, she was pretty sure that these things don't normally happen. So, someone out there in the universe thought, let's make her have a shitty day. She wore a grey tank top and orange shorts with her usual all star, glaring at the man in front of her. She had other priorities, she really didn't want to be here now. Especially since she knew the consequences of getting in a fight. She was a junior, he was a senior, anyone else see a problem with this? She was a mere 5' 5" While he was 6' 4", a brute looking man. He was already growing out his beard, she was barely making it to a C cup. He wasn't that handsome and she was sure he was known around the public school for getting in fights.

"Whatever, I heard you were the toughest kid at our school. But you don't look like much," he sneered, making a jab at her with his fist. She dodged it easily, looking at him with icy indifference. She glanced over to the side to see her younger brother with the books from the library he had left minutes ago to go grab.

"Listen, I'd love to stay and play but I've got to get home and work on my homework," she rolled her eyes, flipping her hair at the man as she walked away. He let out a growl and ran at her quickly, she swiftly stuck out her leg, tripping him. If he wasn't pissed off before, he was now. He looked up to see a frightened girl and made a grab for her. Now if anything pissed Kris off more was when a man used a woman as leverage in a fight. Kris immediately ran at him in anger, a strange new feeling overriding her senses. She punched at him, a bolt of electricity wrapped around her hand as she did so. He passed out immediately but she couldn't help but feel a bit peeved as she stared at her hand. Was that her imagination?

"Look out!" Shaun shouted, motioning towards his friends running at her. Shaun's eyes flashed yellow for a second and he caught one of the guys fist. The boy cried out in pain, falling to his knees at the tight grip from Shaun. Kris was finished beating up the other guy only to look back to see the other boy crying at Shaun's mercy.

"H-hey, bro?" She looked at him in confusion. He blinked, just as confused as she was, looking down at the crying boy in shock.

"U-um? Let's just go home," He grabbed his little sisters hand in shock, looking back at the three boys with a sense of curiosity. The twins looked at one another, unsure about what had just happened with them. No, this was not a good day.

"Welcome back children," Came the scratchy voice of their aunt. "I heard you got in another fight Kris," She scolded. The older woman turned to the twings, staring down the eldest. She was a haggard looking old woman. With droopy cheeks that reminded others of a bull dog, most likely from smoking so much. She had dull brown eyes, small and always seeming to glare at others. Her lips were thin and she always had a fake smile on them. Kris had no idea how her gorgeous mother had been related to her.

"Of course not, he just fell into my fist. Honestly," Kris put a fake smile on her face to match the older woman's, though her lips were much more fuller than the older woman. The Nightingales were no strangers to Ms. Renard's scolding. She seemed to have it out for them ever since they came five years ago. Now Kris was infamous for getting in fights with no good boys. Though it was always self-defense and the school board knew it. She had gotten known around the schools for being able to take down boys, so naturally, people wanted to challenge her. She never picked a fight...well, usually she didn't. Shaun was a kind guy, especially when compared to his brute sister. The two always tried to help others, in their own ways of course. Shaun was the athletic one who liked to be in plays. While Kris was the debater and the computer hacker. They were, without a doubt, an exceptional family.

"Well how about you go ahead and head into my office for now, I'll be in there to talk to you about what happened," She smiled at her, her knuckles cracking in anticipation. She should have known better, but by this time aggravation and weariness had addled her brain, so she would cajole Ms. Renard to punish her. Now, Kris had a sharp tongue, and always seemed to know how to piss her off. Well not just her, she was good at pissing off most people. Not sure I'd call it a skill but she most certainly could do it. Though she never thought it was her fault. Ms. Renard was simply a caitiff woman who feared Kris's rebelliousness and lashed out in her fear. Very typical but still wrong.

"I'd expect nothing different," Kris waved her hand, walking into the old office she also got 'scolded' in. Her brother probably was off studying in the mean time. Who knows, she had her own issues right then. And they were dealing with the old bat. She scanned the office. There was a old wooden fireplace, surrounded by bookcases that were covered with dust. Now, Kris had never actually looked at her surroundings in the office, too busy getting beaten by the old bat. Twas her punishment for such unladylike behavior. But that was nothing compared to the fights she usually got in. She looked at the books. There were typical child psychology novels, ecology, she was surprised to find some interesting titles in Ms. Renard's collection. She stared at the desk, looking back at the door. Maybe she could take a peek. You know, check to see if their papers were in there. She grinned deviously, walking over to the old Victorian desk and opening the drawers. She began to leaf though the papers for her families, her eyes twinkling once she found all of their necessary papers. She quickly snatched their folders, just as a large envelope fell out from her folder. She stared at it in curiosity before hearing foot steps and began to panic. She pulled out the papers, shutting the drawer quickly and running to the chair in front of the desk. Just as Ms. Renard entered the room she shoved the papers into her book bag, looking up at her with an innocent smile.

"Must we always do this?" Ms. Renard growled once she turned around, glaring at the girl.

"Well that's up to you isn't it?" Kris chuckled before a ruler came flying towards her face, quickly smacking the smirk off her face.

"Honestly Kris, you need to stop edging her own," Shaun sighed once she exited the room. Her brother had waited for her promptly by the door, just like he always did. He was slumped up against the wall, his dark brown hair looked almost black in the dim lighting. He always kept his bangs to the right while she kept hers to the left. His hair was always straight, almost eerily perfect. And to be honest, it secretly always peeved Kris how perfect it always seemed to be. She chuckled as she played with a chunck of gray hairs on the side of his head.

"Eh, a few bruises wont faze me. Adds character," She winked, grabbing her brothers hand and walking towards their room. "But I found something interesting," She chuckled, holding up her book bag like she would a trophy.

"Oh no, don't tell me you took our papers?" He let out a aggravated sigh. "You know she's gonna be really pissed once she finds out about that. Not to mention, I'm pretty sure it's illegal to do that."

"Whatever," Kris stuck out her tongue as they entered their room. "They're our papers, I'm pretty sure it's not illegal to take what's rightfully ours." There were two twin beds in their bedroom. Their Aunt wasn't a rich woman and they were forced to live in a small two bedroom house. But it was all the same to them, so long as they were together. The only things in their were their clothes, books, two duffel bags that they had used when they went camping, and Kris's laptop. She set the bag down on the desk to pull out their papers, the envelope from before falling out.

"What's that?" Shaun asked, motioning towards the yellow envelope.

"Not sure," Kris mumbled, opening it up with Shaun looking over her shoulder. Out came a bunch of letters and a leather journal. "What are these? Blackmail?" She sneered, leafing through the papers.

"Hey, these are letters between Auntie and some asylum in Phoenix," Shaun's eyes widened as he looked at them. "They're about our mother!" He muffled his shout with his hand and tugged on Kris's shirt harshly while she swatted at him effortlessly.

"That's not possible, probably just a bunch of bullshit," Kris sneered. "Mom ran away from us. She is probably dead somewhere," Kris exclaimed.

"Don't say something like that," Shaun growled, just as Kris grabbed the papers from his hands.

"Hey, ouch, paper cut," Shaun growled, clucking his tongue at his sister's rash behavior as he held onto his hand tightly. The lights began to flicker and Kris cursed, what a shitty day!

"You're seventeen, don't be such a wuss," She rolled her eyes before promptly looking at the papers. "No way, this one was dated two months ago." She held up the paper for him as proof. He narrowed his eyes, staring the letter down with those bright blue eyes of his. "It could be someone else though..."

"What do you mean someone else? Like auntie knows someone else known as Ann Nightingale," Shaun rolled his eyes, hesitating as he watched his sister. "Well what should we do about this?" Shaun asked, looking at his sister for guidance.

"I don't know, is there anything we can really do? We're still minors," Kris sighed, falling on his bed. "I don't just want to give up my life for some slim chance that it's her."

"What about this journal thing? It's for us," He held it up.

"Well then, why don't you read it," Kris mumbled. "I'm tired, i'm taking a nap."

"What so we should just ignore it?" He shouted, immediately covering his mouth and looking at the door.

"HEY, don't forget that SHE left US. Why should we have to chase after her?" Kris snipped with a rough tone. "Now I'm tired so i'm taking a nap," She huffed, turning away from him.

"Hey, that's my bed," Shaun growled, rolling his eyes before sitting on the edge of the bed to read the large journal. He couldn't help but want to believe that his mom was out there. That perhaps...she didn't run away from them. Afterall, a beautiful dream is better than a painful one.

2 days later

Kris began to drift between reality and the dream world, succumbing to the sweet lull of sleep just as she always did when she first got home from school. There she stood, in a bright red meadow of flowers. A dome of ice surrounded her, securing her that she was safe here. No one bad could get to her in this sanctuary of hers. Plopping down on the soft flowers, she could see a crescent moon hugging the bright orb representing the sun. It truly was a beautiful place. Now, it had been quite awhile since she had such a tranquil dream. Not that she was complaining. Floating candles surrounded the air, like a scene out of harry potter. She snickered at the thought as she rolled over on her stomach. Suddenly, there was a light, beautiful sound calling out to her. Jumping up, she began to look for the source of that beautiful sound. Where was it coming from? Walking towards a random direction she hoped the sound emitted from, she began to notice the scene change. The flowers began to ice over and the sky took on a light pink hue. It looked like large, swirling cotton candy. So surreal that she felt she could reach out and take a bite from the delectable looking clouds. But the music was calling her, and she felt compelled to answer it.

The violin was becoming more clear, and she could hear the light playing of a piano in the background. But that wasn't the main show. No, the main show was the beautiful sound, so vindictive and charming. She closed her eyes, she knew the song. She recognized it from the comedian, Louie C.K. He had played it in one of his shows before. What was the name again? Ah, yes. Czardas composed by none other than Vittorio Monit. Such a beautiful song, she thought, her feet dancing to the soft beat. She had a yearning feeling to find whomever was playing this song. And there he was. Standing underneath the largest willow tree she'd ever seen. A body of water surrounded the small island the tree resided on. His eyes were closed as he focused intently on playing the notes, his long, fingers stroking the violin delicately. She could feel his gravitational pull and before she realized it, she was walking straight towards the body of water. She needed to get closer. She stepped on top of the water, surprised she was sinking before remembering that this was just a dream. That's right. It's just a dream. And this man is just a figment of her imagination. So why did she feel she needed to touch him? to see him? She looked up at the lightening, exploding in the sky silently. And suddenly, she was standing in front of him. Staring at him in amazement as he played the alluring instrument. Those dark black locks of his were messy and his bangs brushed to the right in what seemed like a hurry. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch the mussy hair of his. It covered a bit of his eyebrow and clung to forehead where perspiration transpired. His eyes were closed and she could see those feathery black eyelashes of his. His face was thin with an angled chin. His lips thin and a light gumdrop pink. Those small ears of his were adorned with silver piercings that lit up under the pink sky. Those legs of his were long and slender, and clad in black dress pants with a white dress shirt tucked in with a green trench coat that was unbuttoned with the arm sleeves pushed up. A white scarf wrapped around his neck. His appearance made her blush, he was a very gorgeous man. And it made her wonder, did she not like being single? Was this her subconscious in the form of a very sexy looking man telling her to go out there and mate? What was this, she screamed in her mind, staring numbly at the man. His song ended and he let out a deep, ever so alluring sigh. Just as his began to flutter open those eyes of his she began to drift away from the world. She let out scream and threw her hand out to grab onto him, she didn't want to leave this imaginary man. And just as she woke up, the only thought echoing her mind was the image of those eyes of his. They were the most interesting orb she had every seen and the image was branded in her mind. Those eyes of his were outlined by a dark blue that slowly grew lighter the closer to the middle it got. Then there was a layer of yellow and orange that looked like the sun during an eclipse, surrounded by a bright blue sky. The image would forever ring in her mind. Central heterochromia. She remembered studying it in biology, it was a rare recessive gene, a pigment issue in ones eye. But she could only think that it was the most beautiful pair of eyes she had ever seen.

"Kris, Kris wake up," Shaun shook her shoulders rapidly, trying to get his sister back to their world.

"what?" She grumbled, wiping at her eyes, refusing to get up all the way. She was comfortable under Shaun's pickachu blanket and the image of the boys eyes was still on her mind. Why would she dream about that?

"It's been 2 hours, don't you need to be studying for exams?" He asked, she let out a sigh as she noticed the clock.

"Thanks Shaun," she smiled while he only nodded nonchalantly. "So what was up with the journal?" She yawned.

"Well it looks like mom wrote a bunch of weird things in here. Things about survival and she even talks about monsters and magic. And...something about a organization that's trying to kill special people..." He scratched his head. "I don't know something seems odd about this. I think we should try to go see her." Kris shot up from the bed at his words.

"Go see her? The mother that abandoned us?" She gaped. "Sounds like fun. But what about, I don't know school. Or the police, or even survival?" She threw her hands up. "not to mention we don't have a car, and only have, what, $1,000 of bonds to our name?"

"It'll be fine. But I just think we should do this, we can explain ourselves after all this is over," He smiled at her excitedly, waving away her doubts.

"One, you're insane. And two, this won't actually work, we'll only get sent to juvenile hall of something," Kris explained, trying to ignore her own doubts and reservations on the issue. "And lastly, There is no such thing as magic, and there is no organization out to get us, now then, how about we just go to Starbucks for some hot chocolate and calm down okay?" Shaun pouted at his sisters lack of imagination.

"But I know it's real, mom said so," He sighed, getting off the bed to allow her to get up.

"Well my mom said a lot of things, like we would always be together, but that didn't exactly turn out now did it?" She sighed at his pitiful expression. "Listen, let's just go take a walk, it might help."

They lived in a small town in California. The town was barely populated and a few blocks away from their home. The siblings lived near an abandoned street, only they used the shortcut through the bundle of shut down stores that led them towards the town.

"So then she said, the cupcake was on your chair," Kris snickered, "But the kid still sat down."

"Hey don't make fun of people!" Shaun scolded.

"OH come on, you know it was funny!" Kris snickered and soon Shaun was laughing along with her.

"Hey, have you felt like we've been watched this entire time?" Kris whispered to Shaun. He gave her a quizzical look before glancing behind him inconspicuously. He could have sworn he just saw a shadow move.

"I don't know," He shrugged as they walked into the orphanage. The house was silent, which immediately set them off. It was never silent in the house. Auntie ALWAYS had the tv on. Kris expected Ms. Renard to be at the front door, scolding them like she usually would for leaving without telling her. So, where was she? After glancing around in confusion, Kris began to walk towards her office after hearing a quiet voice. She peeked into the office to see Ms. Renard talking to someone on the phone.

"She got into a fight today, one of the workers meant to look over them said he saw something odd. There has been more and more cases regarding them that are rather unusual. I think the plan has worked and they're beginning to awaken their abilities. We need to capture them before they utilize their abilities and learn how to use them against us." She nodded her head enthusiastically.

"I think that's the best option as well. They're more powerful together, we're gonna have to break the little Nightingale family up. Send them to separate facilities to test on. That's probably for the best," She nodded once more. "Of course, we should do this immediately. The sooner the better," She laughed to herself lightly as Kris backed away with wide eyes. What was she talking about? She looked over to her twin whose eyes were as wide as her own. She motioned for him to back up as the two walked away.

"Okay, if that wasn't proof then-" Shaun began, speaking quickly, his words rushed and panicked.

"It could be anyone," Kris shook her head, none of this could be real. It just wasn't true. Shaun rolled his eyes, grabbing her shoulders.

"Come on, you know that it's at least a little suspicious!" He looked deep in her eyes. "Are you gonna let them seperate us?" She looked up in defiance and grabbed Ms. Renards keys.

"Just to be sure, we'll pack and get ready to run if we need to. But until someone makes a grab for us, we're staying," She said, her hand on her hip defiantly.

She grabbed their duffel bags they kept in their closet. They scrambled around the room, trying to shove as much clothes in the bag while Kris ran to the kitchen, gathering snacks.

"Got everything?" Shaun called out, wincing from stubbing his toe. She held up a first aid kit, throwing it towards him to put in the bag.

"Yeah I've got everything together, now don't forget to grab the letters and journal," Kris shouted at them, hiding her bag under the bed.

"And now?" Shaun asked, putting his bag under the bed as well.

"Now we wait," Kris shrugged, sitting on the bed. "We'll stay awake tonight just in case." Shaun nodded, his hand shaking from his adrenaline rush.

8 a.m.

"Nothing," Kris sighed, rubbing at her eyes. She was exhausted, no sleep tends to do that to you every now and then you know?

"Okay, I guess I was wrong," Shaun sighed, lying down on his bed, setting his DS down. "Happy Saturday by the way. I'm guessing we're gonna be spending most of the day sleeping." He chuckled setting the pillow over his eyes. The twins jolted up at the sound of knocking on their door. No one ever came to get them this early on a saturday. They were alerted, who knew who this could be? They opened it to see a small, smiling woman.

"Who are you?" Kris growled out, glaring at the smiling woman. She was used to seeing a fake smile, and that was most definitely, a fake smile.

"Oh yes, sorry," She smiled. "I'm with social services, I'm here to take Shaun." Kris snarled out her.

"Excuse me?" She blocked the door with her body.

"I'm sorry, I thought they already informed you. Your aunt is short on money and figured it would be best to send Shaun to a home. I'm just taking him to meet a couple looking to adopt him," She smiled, trying to peer into the room.

"He's not up for adoption, and that's final," Kris took a threatening step towards the woman.

"Sorry about this," She smiled, pulling out a taser and zapping Kris with it. She staggered back in shock, looking at the woman in shock. She just tried to taser her! And how come she didn't feel anything? The social worker looked up in shock, looking at the taser. Was it broken?

"Oh, you'll definitely be sorry," Kris growled, the woman taking a deep gulp as Kris threw a quick jab towards her face. "Okay, grab the bags." Kris shouted. "whether this whole power thing is real or not, I'm most definitely not gonna stay in this place. Let's go!" After getting all their bags tied down to them they headed out the door, getting ready to leave their aunts place, hopefully for good. They stopped mid run when they noticed their Aunt talking to a man in a black and white suit.

"where do you think you are going!" The woman shouted once she noticed the two. "Where do you think you're going? Get in my office now! You two are permanently ground-" She was cut off when Kris promptly punched her in the face. The older woman dropped to floor without another word uttered from those thin lips of hers.

"Payback," Kris chuckled darkly. They turned around to see a large, brute looking man, hovering over the family.

"Where will we go?" Shaun whispered to his sister in fear.

"Away from here," Kris growled, pulling out a pair of scissors. "Now back off," She snarled, her eyes narrowing at the man. He backed up in surprise, his hands held up, he was at her mercy.

"Just get lost," Shaun barked, a gust of energy shooting out of him and throwing the large man up against the wall. "Let's go quickly!" He shouted, grabbing Kris's hand, looking back at the man knocked out on the floor in fear. What in the world was that?! Ms. Renard parked the mini van in the back, not wanting others to think she was home. She did hate talking to others. But her hatred towards other people would be their salvation. They took the back road, rejoicing when they noticed that the lunatics hadn't known about them.

And just like that the twins sped off in a stolen car, a shady address, and a wounded toe towards Phoenix, Arizona. Not even sure whether or not it was the right place to head. From their sunny California to the dry desert of Arizona. Yeah, this was gonna be a fun car ride. Call it a feeling.

From Santa Clarita to Phoenix it was a 7 hour drive. And Kris decided she would try to entertain herself during the boring car ride. She stared at her hands, letting out a deep breath. Could magic be real? Well, she'd only know if she tried I suppose. She imagined electricity bouncing around her hands and running up her arms. She opened her eyes as she heard her brother gasp. She looked down to see she had, in fact, summoned a small bright blue light in her palm.

"So it's all true," he said in hushed surprise. It disappeared as soon as she lost her concentration though. They were stopped outside a Arby's in order to grab a snack. They had started driving at 8 p.m. And drove for 5 hours already. They had decided to sleep in the parking lot before departing for their destination early in the morning.

"it seems so," She panted, rubbing at the perspiration on her brow. She was surprised to see how much it took out of her.

"So tell me about the letters," Kris asked, watching her brother wrap his arm again. They had stopped for some more bandages, making sure to avoid looking at any cameras.

"Well, I only read a little. It's more like a book than a letter," He noticed her glancing at him in confusion. "It mentions something about wizards or elemental users, at least, that's what she calls them," Kris rubbed her forehead, she was mentally exhausted. "I guess you have electricity-"

"Obviously," Kris snorted, stretching out her arms and setting her legs on the steering wheel. She was tired of feeling so cramped in the small Mini van. Not like she would audibly complain though.

"And I have wind," Shaun rolled his eyes. "Which so isn't as cool. It's not nearly as manly," he mumbled under his breath.

"Only you," she laughed, "Would be more worried that your power isn't manly enough rather than the fact that you even have magic." He shrugged at her.

"It's no fair, you can zap someone and all I can do is blow a terrible gust of wind on them," he added a eery "oh" for effect.

"I don't want it though..." She mumbled.

"Kris..." Shaun stared at her, sitting up from the back.

"No Shaun. It's just not fair. We've gone through so much shit in our lives. Can't we at least be normal human beings?" She shook her head.

"Things will be fine, trust me," Shaun smiled unconvincingly, looking down.

"I can only hope so..." She looked at him. "We'll make it." She pulled her pillow lower on her head. "I'll make sure that we do." She replied defiantly looking up at the stars before slowly closing her eyes.

"We can't let you guys in," the hospital's orderly said, crossing his arms. He was a chubby man, balding and with a nonchalant expression. His chins flubbed out as he talked, and he held a expression that just screamed that he was looking down on them. "Family or not, you need to make a appointment." The twins looked at one another in shock. They just ran away from their home, their lives, there was no way they weren't getting in.

"Please?" Kris begged, her eyes lowering seductivley as she tugged her tank top down lower.

"U-um, regulation is regulation," He blushed just as she zapped him with the taser she took from the woman before. Kris hopped over the desk to look at the list of patients.

"Nightingale- Room 120." Kris dragged her duffel bag behind her, as she grabbed the mans' white coat. They needed to be careful, and as a precaution decided to bring the bags.

They knew that Arizona was hot, but they hadn't expected 110 degrees. Even inside the building they were still panting like dogs.

"here it is," Shaun pulled them over to the door. Hitting the unlock button to walk in. "Ready?" He asked. The twins held hands with one another, taking a deep gulp as they stared at the wooden door.

"Of course," Kris stuttered as she slowly slid the door open.

"Welcome my children," came the sweet lull of their mothers voice. Her long blonde hair seemed to string down the bed endlessly and her bright green eyes seemed to scan her children for scrapes and bruises as they entered the hospital room. The room was a bland white, everything was white. All there was in the room was the bed she was lying in, a white table by the bed and a ugly eggplant colored couch. The linoleum floor squeaked under their feet as they shuffled into the room. "I was just thinking about you two," She smiled, her smile unhinged as she motioned to them to move closer.

"I want some answers. NOW," Kris demanded, staying far away from the woman she had called her mother.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten?" Her eyebrows crinkled in frustration at the idea. The twins blank expressions seemed to confirm her worries and she let out a pained sigh. "What do you want to know?" She asked.

"Why you ran away for one!" Kris bit back a sob.

"I never ran away," She shook her head, looking up at her daughter. "I was taken away after I killed your step father."

"Well I guess that makes sense," Shaun whispered to her.

"Not because I murdered him, but because I knew that he was part of the organization. I had to let everyone know their plans but they caught me and took you two away before I could make a run for it. If only I had paid more attention..." She sighed.

"w-well. How have you been?" Shaun asked awkwardly, hoping to fix the tension in the air.

"Well the food here is terrible," Her mother joked back. "I was wondering when you would start looking for me," She chuckled, looking up at her kids.

"Well we kinda thought you were dead," Shaun rubbed the back of his head. Surprised at how frail their mother looked. Last time they had seen her, she was her usual beautiful self, strong and healthy. Now she just looked pasty, thin, and sickly. It was absolutely wrong to see her like this.

"Yes, I figured they would make up some lie like that," She sighed, playing with her thinning hair. She stared at the chunk of hair that came out in her hands, giving it a peculiar stare. "I've grown too weak to hold back your powers. I assume that's why you've come to search for me." They were guilty as charged. Kris looked down at the ground in shame. They should have double checked to make sure their mother was dead or that she couldn't have been found. They only second guessed it when they were in danger. What selfish children they were. "So you kids must be what, 17 now?" She asked, smiling at her children. They nodded.

"Can you tell us more about the organization?" Shaun asked, clearing his throat as he noticed Kris shifting uncomfortably. "What's going on exactly?"

"Well I'll tell you this much. I've been holding back your powers. That's why you've probably been able to use them all of a sudden," She continued after seeing their shocked faces. "The organization already had you, but you're no good to them if your powers aren't activated. They finally noticed that I'm the reason your powers weren't activated," She chuckled to herself, her voice hoarse yet clear. "So they began to poison me. I probably only have a day or so left," She shrugged as though it wasn't a big deal.

"We need to take you with us then," Kris shouted, trying to take out her iv, her expression frantic.

"Please, I'd only drag you down," she held up her hand up for her daughter to stop. She could see the aging spots on her wrist. But she was only 40?

"So what? You just expect us to lose our mother again?" Kris shouted at her, all that pent up anger building over the years, finally coming out. "What are you expecting from me?" She growled, grabbing mother's shoulders in anger.

"Kris," She sighed, shaking her head. Her hand grabbed Kris's, pulling her closer. Her big blue eyes looked up at her green ones and Kris could see all the wrinkles by her eyes. She was old. "I know things have been tough on you. But you are strong, you always have been. I need you to stay strong for yourself, for your family," she motioned towards her twin. Kris let out a muffled cry, wiping away a stray tear quickly as she stepped away from her mother. "You two, you're gonna be running for the rest of your lives probably. But you must be smart, you were always smart." She smiled at them lovingly, struggling to touch Shaun's face. "You look just like your father. Before everything went wrong, it was like I woke up to him still. You truly look just like him," She sighed sadly. "In any case," She cleared her throat, trying to get back on topic, "you need to leave this place immediately, this is gonna be the first place they'll look for you, even you two can't hold them back." She smiled at them. "Before I forget, you two, have something even more special about you. If only I had noticed earlier, the terrible things they did to you," She began to tear up. "I didn't know what he was doing to you, I swear!" She shouted frantically, grabbing her daughter's arm and holding onto it tightly.

"What are you talking about?" Kris asked, her voice stern as she stared at her mother, wincing as her nails dug into her wrist.

"They experimented on you, such horrible things...You have something evil in you, but I only found out when looking through your step fathers computer. Well, that's when I killed him," She shook her head, laughing dryly, "But it was too late anyways. You two, have a terrible path ahead of you that'll be filled with loneliness and pain. And i'm so sorry, I truly am. You need to simply keep traveling, travel as far as you can. There are a few safe areas around the country that haven't been infiltrated by them. Maybe you can settle down there, I don't know, I'm-" She began to cough up blood. "Damn, not yet, they can't take control of me yet," her eyes began to flutter her pupils wide in fear. "Run," She whispered, her eyes slowly closing. A loud explosion was heard from outside and the two ran to the window to see a horrifying sight. There, in the middle of the parking lot where they had parked the minivan was replaced by flames.

"My pickachu blanket!" Shaun shouted, clawing at the window in anger. Shaun's grip on the duffel bags tightened and he pulled out the gun his sister had given him before they entered the building. His hands tightened and tugged at his shirt."They'll pay," he mumbled under his breath. Kris only rolled her eyes, she could feel the adrenaline rush in her veins.

"We need to get out of here now," She turned to them, throwing the bag over shoulder once more. They all looked back at their mother longingly. Blood was dripping from her nose and she appeared green, it wasn't their mother anymore. "We'll come back for you," Kris yelled out at her before running out of the room.

"Let's take the stairs," Kris shouted, running down to the basement where the parking lot was. There were two guys looking for them though. "Shit," She cursed under her breath. She got up, shooting the taser at one of them while Shaun sent a terrifying punch to the others face.

"Let's do this car!" Shaun shouted, pointing at a small Volkswagen bug. Kris set her hand on the door, unlocking it by short circuiting the car door.

"Get in," was all she said and they were in the car, buckled up and everything. She put the car in reverse, running into one of the guys in the black and white uniform. "Sorry," She laughed, speeding off. They ducked as he shot at the back in the car, damaging the back window. They passed the main road, ducking as shots were fired at them. Kris drifted the car, trying to escape their bullets. They could hear yelling as they scrambled to their cars to chase after them.

"Come on!" Shaun shouted aloud in aggravation. "Why does it always have to be guns?!" He exclaimed, looking over at his sister. Kris snickered as she cut off a few cars to get to the highway, going 90 mph already.

"Be on the look out for cops," Kris shouted at her brother, maneuvering around cars, ignoring the honking cars and the occasional curse. They got a good 30 miles before the car promptly shut down. Smoke was pouring out of the back of the car. The family tiredly walked out of the car to stare at the trunk, where the engine was held. "They shot the engine," He growled aloud, kicking the car in aggravation. Coughing as he inhaled the smoke. As soon as he kicked it, the back of the car erupted in flames.

"Nice going," Kris scoffed, grabbing the bags out of the car. She looked in the dashboard, grinning when she found a map. "Only Volkswagen bugs would have maps," She chuckled. "It says there is a train station just a few miles ahead, maybe we can get on," Kris suggested, grabbing her bag. "Looks like we might be stuck running for awhile."

"Well this'll be fun," Shaun grumbled, the two walking down the highway hand in hand, unsure exactly where they were going or what the future held in store for them.

Me- So what do you think? Interesting? Yes? No? Maybe if I added some dragons?! Don't forget to review guys, it helps a lot :D I hope you enjoyed my story though :3