A/N: Now, I don't own any of the Lost Boys, or -sniff- Rufio. Now, I'm going to go off and cry, because I wanna own Rufio!!! -runs off sobbing-


A small, thirteen-year-old girl ran through the streets of London, the shouts of angry men echoing behind her with every step. "I told Mom we should have gone to Hawaii for the summer, like any other family would have, but, noooo, they wanted to be completely out of America." She put on an extra burst of speed. "They tell me, 'No, Alana, you could do to see the world.' Why did I get on that stupid plane?"

Alana dashed into an old, smelly dump and paused to catch her breath. "Some gratitude," she panted, "I bring a gang's beloved leader back from the dead, and all they do is chase after me, guns blazing!"

All her life, Alana had recognized rather…unusual qualities about herself. She had the ability to bring everything from King Arthur to weeds back to life, if she cared to. There was only one rule to that ability, one that Alana didn't particularly find fair.

She also saw these visions every once in a while. It was anyone's guess where these visions came from, past, present, or future. Alana observed that her visions were, in a way, presented much as a You Tube video would be.

Her last ability was one she had to be very careful not to let anyone know about. If this secret got out, her entire life would be ruined with a capital R. She could, believe it or not, fly.

Alana sat in a faded armchair and relaxed. Then, without the tingling feeling she usually got when she was getting ready to have a vision, a big one hit her. This vision wasn't a pleasant kind of movie, but it wasn't bad, either. When the star of the vision turned around and first showed Alana his face, she decreed that the vision wasn't bad at all.

The boy was around sixteen, and had your basic punk rocker look. Wild red and black hair stuck out all over the place. He wore a black leather shirt that came up kind of short on him and had fringes on the sleeves, ripped black jeans with red leggings underneath, and red shoes.

A bunch of kids looked up at the boy and started chanting what Alana guessed was his name. "Rufio! Rufio! Rufio! Ru-fi-oooooo!!!"

A lot of the images of Rufio were ones Alana thought were very charming, indeed. He had a very nice grin, and he had that whole intense look in his eyes down pat. Alana was immediately taken with Rufio.

But then, a Captain Hook wanna-be was sword fighting with a now bone-clad Rufio. The armor Rufio had on was made out of tiny bones that Alana supposed came from a rodent. The overall result was quite dashing. After a bit of a battle, Rufio managed to pin the pirate's sword down on the ground. Rufio grinned at the pirate. "Looky, looky, I got Hooky." Then "Hooky", regained control of his sword, and as Rufio tried to block a bow, Hooky feinted and drove his sword into Rufio's heart.

Alana screamed and jerked out of the vision. Her energy drained, she looked up at the sky and saw a small orb of white light coming at her, then everything went black.