I looked down at Remy, his still bleeding nose and already swollen eye suggested that I'd really done a number on him.

"Pesky little things those trigga words," the horror in his eyes as I made light of the situation didn't even begin to match my own. That pebble in a stream gumbo yaya really didn't seem to cut it, but at the moment Remy and my psycho switch are the least of my worries. That annoying little clairvoyant had predicted that I'd come to a crossroad and here it was, in the forms of two men. Before we get to all of that maybe you should know the road that led me to all of this.

My mother was a very strong woman, who ran from what she knew was wrong in order to save the man that she truly loved but there I go getting ahead of myself again because I didn't know that at the time. What I knew or rather what I believed is that my mother was a weak woman who fell in love with a cruel man and had a baby boy. That baby boys name is Beau Lafitte, he is my older brother. Ten years later, I was born as Alexandrine Lafitte but I knew that to be a lie. That cruel man was not my father, though I did love him for a time before my eyes truly opened. Before I truly saw the world for what it was, we would play games and he would call me his little fox. He really had no idea at the time. After my second sight for all things finally kicked in, I realized what had been going on for so long. He was abusing my mother, savagely beating her and she was never doing a damn thing about it. This monster's name is Elias Lafitte, an official catholic priest, if you can't appreciate the irony in that then you will feel the same about me and should waste no more of your time here. I was eight years old when I asked my mother about my real father and why we couldn't leave to be with him, the monster over heard this.

"You lying whore!" he had shouted at her. "I knew that the girl had the look of a bastard child, I knew that you were damned."

He began to cross the room knocking over chairs and everything in his way, my mother had decided not to say anything but I decided against keeping my mouth shut.

"Spousal abuse isn't a sin in da eyes of our lord?" yep that's right, I was a mouthy little bad ass by the age of eight but that's what being born with the x gene and having a super brain will give you. This seemed to upset the tyrant more.

"You little bitch, how dare you speak to me of the lord." He began to raise his hand to me and I refused to flinch. My mother flung herself at him and tried aimlessly to get him away from me but he quickly flung her to the side. That woman, the one who was willing to fight for her child was who my mother really was, her name was Annabelle Legace. After he dealt with my mother he turned back to me, but I had heard the car door open and I knew that Beau was back from his basic Seals training, so I didn't move a muscle.

"Are ya going to hit me now?" I said as venomously as I could staring into his eyes as defiantly as I could even as he reeled back to punch me.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH, YOU GODLESS LITTLE BITCH." He was all but foaming at the mouth and of all things I could have done or said I developed my snarky smile at that moment, and he was tossed against the wall by the brute that baby boy had become. My brother Beau had chocolate brown hair that was wild and unkempt at all times, his eyes were the color of warm brass and he had a physique that rivaled that of the terminator. He stood a little over 6'4 and he could easily toss his father against a wall, if that helps to paint a picture. If the picture isn't clear enough his father stood a little over 6'6 and weighed about 240 in muscle alone. At the time I thought my brother had peaked in bad assdom but over the next couple of years he grew four more inches and could easily lift a car.

After my brute of a brother broke our kitchen table with Elias, the tyrant ran out of the house. We spent the next couple of months together, the three of us. We were happier than I could ever remember us being and the Beau went away to war. My mother cried because she was afraid for him, I cried because my best friend was leaving me. We all thought that that was the worst of our troubles but we couldn't have been more naive. My abilities were rapidly progressing, I was able to learn any skill just from watching it be performed, I could completely disassemble and reassemble an engine after watching only one other person do such, I could hear a bullet slide into the chamber of a gun and deduce the amount of second it would take to get from point a to point b, I could sneak anywhere. No seriously anywhere, past anything, at any given time, ninjas have never had shit on me. Picture painting time; I was once able to sneak into a guarded house, past all the security, including the guard dogs, through a window, past a man reading in his arm chair and steal a very rare metal, but that hasn't happened at this point so I'll try to catch you up to that, it's actually a very exciting tale. Back to my hearing thing, for a time it was one of my biggest weaknesses, because I could hear about anything I was susceptible to loud noises, i;e gunshots, remember that.

Beau had only been gone for a couple of months when a man in a wheel chair came to my door, he was kind but still my mother slammed the door in his face. To this day I can't fully decide whether or not that decision was made in my best interest or hers. Though she would give her life for me, she also didn't want me to be separated from her. Lucky for her, she wouldn't be alive for that. As soon as the man and his friends left my house my mother forced me to get packed, that's what I was doing that night when she shoved me in a closet and told me not to make a noise. I heard it all.

"You thought that you'd made it out didn't you Annabelle." A man said

"I should of known that you'd catch up to me" they must have been just outside the closet by the sound of their voices.

"Where are your children?"

"They left with their father."

"Search the place." I heard people begin to move around the roo the patterns of the foot steps told me that there were about four walking around.

"Make this easy on yourself Annabelle, we already have the boy, what's his name Beau?"

"Please, just let him go, you don't need them" I could tell by the tremble in her voice that she was crying.

Someone was walking to the closet, I held my breath as the door knob began to turn and then I heard my mother cry out and run across the room away from me and then the chambering of a bullet, then ringing. I must have made a noise, a whimper, or knocked into something because moments later the door was opened. I stared at the men attempting to talk to me and to my horror I began to read their lips.

Are you Alexandrine? a blonde man in his mid-forties was asking.

She can't hear you Doctor, look at her ears. A man to the "doctor's" right said.

I touched my ears and my hands came back wet with blood I looked at them distressed.

No, she can't hear us but she knows what we're saying, don't you fraulein? I nodded back at the man something made me want to trust him. Fascinating, they were all looking at me in awe now.

What do we do with her? The other man asked.

Would you like to go to Neverland Alexandrine? What would you do if you were an eight year old who had no one to look after you and someone offered to take you to a land that you'd read about and seen in movies where there are no worries and you never grow old? I'll tell you what you'd do; you'd take Pan's hand and let him whisk you away. You'd begin your great adventure without even contemplating the consequences, and that's what I did.

Let me tell you now, it's either not at all, or exactly what you are thinking.